Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 1747: : Motherland Motherland – The Way to Return Home (17)

Yin Yin stared at him and said, "Yes."

A single word seemed to carry the power beyond time and space. With her words falling, everything around her changed instantly.

Yin Yin's clothes changed.

has become the dress of the modern twenty-first world.

The camps built with tents disappeared in an instant like a puff of smoke, as if they had never appeared before.

The surrounding wind is still blowing, revealing a chill.

There is a black mist in the surrounding area.

More precisely... Yin Qi.

Looking around, everything is Yin Qi.

Those yin qi gathered into a large black mist, and in the black mist, densely packed creatures shuttled back and forth.

Some of them wore winter clothes, some wore single clothes, and all of them suffered fatal wounds.

Some were wounded by swords, their body parts were mutilated, some bullets pierced their chests, some were covered with a thick layer of frost, and some were bombed by bombs...

Their eyes are empty, and they have long lost their sanity.

But they are still repeating their actions again and again.

Going to the battlefield repeatedly, holding swords and guns, fighting the enemy again and again, as if tireless.

Repeatedly bandaging and treating the wounded, as if those who were seriously injured or dead could come back to life as long as they did so.

Repeating the command again and again, vowing to win the final victory of the War of Resistance.

……

As far as the eye can see, it is shocking.

Although Zhao Zhuzi had guessed in his heart, he was still shocked when he saw this scene.

His eyes were sore, and he wanted to cry, but found that he couldn't cry at all.

Yes, how could a person who has already died cry.

He suddenly noticed something, and looked down at himself.

Originally, in his eyes, he was normal, covered with a thick layer of frost.

The bone-piercing cold penetrated from his clothes into his bones, making his soul tremble.

"Cold, so cold..." Zhao Zhuzi subconsciously murmured and curled up.

A ray of golden light from Yin Yin's fingertips flew into Zhao Zhuzi's body.

The golden light lingered around him, quickly dispelling the frost on his body.

The cold dissipated, replaced by the warmth that I hadn't felt for a long time, just like being in the warm sun.

Zhao Zhuzi asked: "I, can I know what we are now? Are... ghosts?"

Yin Yin's eyes fell on him.

Shaking his head.

She sighed softly and said, "It's obsession."

For a dead person, if there is no obsession in the heart, the soul will enter reincarnation. If there is obsession, the soul will turn into obsession, lingering in the same place, repeating everything in life, over and over again, if the obsession is not If the soul is scattered, the soul will be bound forever. Only when the obsession dissipates, the soul will know that it has entered reincarnation.

And everyone in front of them is the embodiment of obsession.

The repeated scenes in front of me are all the obsession of the soul.

Their obsession is to defeat the enemy and win the War of Resistance.

For decades, year after year, day after day, the battle has been repeated.

Zhao Zhuzi was stunned for a while, then said: "So, it's obsession. Then, who are you?"

Zhao Zhuzi stared at Yin Yin for a long time.

Yin Yin raised her hand, and a ray of golden light entered Zhao Zhuzi's brow.

After a while, Zhao Zhuzi came to his senses.

He laughed, but if he still has tears now, he is probably crying at this time.

He stared at Yin Yin, eyes full of admiration and reverence: "So, it's you, I, let me just say, I always think you are kind."

He sniffed and said, "I, I have something to tell you."

"I, I miss you, I want to hug you, can you?"

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