Thick blood dripped from the cracks in the wooden boards onto Chu Hanxing's face.

It's warm.

She raised her face and saw their eyes wide open, their expressions painful, their fists clenched and bleeding, but they still gritted their teeth and remained silent.

Seventeen people, without exception.

Black smoke billowed into the cellar, and they were reveling outside.

The feeling of inhaling the thick smoke into the lungs was very uncomfortable, and the cellar was small and crowded, without any fresh air.

There began to be a small cough, cry, cry, and life died quietly in suffocation.

Don't cry, don't make loud noises, do it gently, and make it quieter than the sound of burning flames. You must not be discovered by outsiders.

This way they can die cleanly and with a bit of dignity.

The surrounding scene slowly blurred, and Chu Hanxing stood in the center of the village again, looking around and seeing everything devastated.

The golden hay was burned to black, the repaired houses collapsed, the water tank in the village chief's house was smashed, and the well water spilled on the ground was dried by the fire. The previous joy seemed to be a created illusion.

"Seventy-nine years ago, 142 people and 64 livestock in Wangjia Village were all slaughtered in less than an hour."

Zhao Ming took a notepad and appeared from behind Chu Hanxing, followed by Xiao Tao.

Xiao Tao asked worriedly: "Master, are you okay? Master Wu Chang said that you were involved in the barrier."

Chu Hanxing shook his head, lowered his eyes, and spread his palms. Xiao Tao was surprised: "Eggs?"

Zhao Ming was slightly surprised: "I thought you were just a bystander, but I didn't expect that you actually experienced what happened at that time."

The sky slowly changed color, the scene in Wangjiacun began to distort, and the egg disappeared from Chu Hanxing's hand, as if it had never appeared before.

Zhao Ming sighed: "It's about to start again."

After experiencing the burning, Wangjia Village took on a new look. The sun hung high in the sky, and everything was exactly the same as what Chu Hanxing saw when he opened his eyes.

But this time she was outside the barrier, and everything that happened in Wangjia Village was like being in a crystal ball to them.

What Zhao Ming broke was the barrier between the studio and Wangjiacun.

Xiao Tao asked: "Master Wu Chang, you are a sinister person who specializes in saving people's souls. Can't you free them?"

"It's not as simple as you think." Zhao Ming shook his head, "Humans have three souls, the fetal light, the refreshing spirit, and the ghost spirit. After death, these three souls will go to different places. The fetal light returns to the underworld and is sent to be reincarnated.

, the ghost spirit returns to heaven and earth immortal."

Xiaotao nodded as if she understood, and asked: "What about Shuangling?"

"Shuang Ling is also called the Soul Keeper, and it belongs to the Feng Shui of the Yin House." Chu Hanxing stood with his hands behind his back.

That is to say, ancestral graves. Those who worship ancestors during festivals and festivals are the guardian souls, which protect future generations. As the saying goes, if ancestral graves are well buried, three generations will not be poor.

Zhao Ming nodded: "Exactly, the Corpse Guard Soul Association will dissipate after five hundred and forty years, but they... died unnaturally, and without salvation, they cannot be reincarnated, so their fetal light will stay in place.

Perhaps those who failed to protect Wangjia Village were too remorseful, so the fetal lights spontaneously gathered together and wanted to turn back time, but... it only formed a barrier, constantly replaying the death of that year."

Xiao Tao bit her lip: "Can't we find eminent monks to save us? Let them reincarnate?"

Zhao Ming: "It is possible, but their belief is too strong and they are unwilling!"

They were people who died before dawn. Their bodies died but their faith remained. They couldn't see the red sun rising. How could they leave?

How many of our people have died under their swords, and how many heroes have sacrificed their lives for the coming of dawn.

How can you forgive so easily? How can you not know why the siren sounded on September 18th? How can you cover up the devastation of the past with a brand-new building and pretend it never happened? How can you say...let the past go?

Zhao Ming: "So what they are guarding is not their own descendants, but the red land under our feet."

"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in Qingshan..." Xiao Tao murmured in a low voice.

In the crystal ball, Yuanyuan and the others were sitting in a group, clapping their hands and singing nursery rhymes. Everyone had bright smiles on their faces, and the next second they turned into charred corpses.

Zhao Ming sighed: "Let's go."

"Wait." Chu Hanxing lowered his eyes.

They had to come out and see what it was like after dawn.

Chu Hanxing took out the screen that Zhao Ming gave her, which showed that she had one thousand and five merit points.

enough.

She closed her eyes and muttered a spell silently on her lips, and bunches of golden light began to emit from her body.

Zhao Ming was surprised: "You want to use your own merit to save them from liberation and reincarnation? Have you thought about it?"

That's merit that ordinary people can't accumulate in their lifetime. Chu Hanxing used his merit on them, except that his own merit was exhausted, and he couldn't get any benefits.

Chu Hanxing did not answer Zhao Ming's question and continued to recite the incantation. Golden light poured in from her soul and slowly enveloped the crystal ball. The golden light flowed and the talisman printed in it was faintly visible.

The crystal ball turned as golden as an ear of wheat, while Chu Hanxing's figure became dim, and the numbers on the screen decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye.

-100

-500

-500

-400

…

Chu Hanxing opened his eyes and began to form seals. White light suddenly lit up in the darkness. The dark space became a curtain, and a water curtain movie unfolded in the void, playing magnificent scenes.

At the same time, the golden light rushed into the crystal ball, cleaning away all ugliness, and then gently stuck to the barrier, slowly accumulating strength, and then with a very soft bang, the barrier dispersed.

In an instant, tiny golden light filled the entire space, like fireflies flying out of a cloth bag. It was so beautiful.

These are souls. They have long lost consciousness, but they stop in front of the water curtain and watch for a moment.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally moved and gathered around Chu Hanxing.

Chu Hanxing stretched out her hand, and the naughty golden light stopped on her fingers, and she laughed softly.

"Let's go. Now the red seeds are scattered all over this land. They have taken root and grown into big trees. The country is rich and the people are strong. What you are worried about will never happen again."

"You should also... take a good rest."

They said their final farewells and gradually left Chu Hanxing. The stars circled together bit by bit, converging into a beam of golden light, and then shot straight into the sky, breaking through the darkness that could not be seen.

The scene changed back to the studio, and it was quiet, as if nothing had happened, but when we came outside, the sky above our heads turned golden.

The sun rises and the sky is filled with rays of light.

It's daylight now.

Chu Hanxing looked away, and the data on the screen in his hand was also updated.

Name: Chu Hanxing

Life:355 days

Merit: 0 points

Chu Hanxing only glanced at it before putting it back and leaving the film and television city.

Zhao Ming went back to play cards, and Xiao Tao followed Chu Hanxing step by step. After hesitating for a while, he asked: "Master, why do you want to use your own merit to help them reincarnate?"

Chu Hanxing groaned and then said: "Maybe he gave me an egg."


Chapter completed!