Gu Yuyin felt something filled with his heart, pressed and slinged, tightly, and couldn't even breathe out. He wanted to clench his fists, but every finger was trembling, and a lot of sweat was condensed in the palm of his palm, and he couldn't lock his fingers.

It came, and the thing that had been entrenched in his heart but was always deliberately avoided by him finally appeared.

Gu Yuyin had never even dreamed of it, or to put it this way, whenever he touched it, he would always tell himself in his heart: He is right, what he is wrong is that this barren land is the water flow that the Yuhe River rises every year, and it is the duty that he has to perform as a real person...

How could it be him who is wrong?

However, the thing outside the door didn't seem to think so, otherwise it wouldn't have stood there for a long time. Gu Yuyin could even feel a gaze projecting onto himself through the thin wooden door.

At the same time, there were waves of sobs hovering in the sky...

"The tiger and wolf nature is so evil. I still know that there are fathers and sons. People are all spiritual, but they are not as good as those. The blood in the corpse is still dripping, and they cannot speak, and they will die after a long time. I would like to say that people in the world are willing to return the way of heaven. Don't say that babies are ignorant, resentment is not known to be rewarded, and children's life is not pity, so they can't pity their relatives. Their life is gone, and the yin is in charge of the law. When they seek life, they cannot reach the navel. The king's law may escape, and the heavenly law secretly repays you. In this world and the next life, who can avoid the crimes..."

The king's law may escape, but the heavenly law secretly repaid you. Who can avoid the sins in this life and the next life?

The feet walked closer to the courtyard gate. Gu Yuyin saw the thin wooden door shaking a few times, and then, a few fingers reached into the gap in the middle of the door.

What kind of fingers are they? They are thin and short, as thin as a piece of hay. But the cracks in the nails are black, just like those feet, as if they were baked by thick smoke.

The little hand began to slap the yard gate now, bang, bang, bang, all the sounds hit Gu Yuyin's heart, and his body trembled slightly with the dull sound. The big wolfdog next to him seemed to sense the fragility and fear of his master, and he lost all his momentum, sobbing and retreating backwards.

Suddenly, he recalled something from a few years ago: the child in the bamboo basket, the child who was less than half a year old, grabbed his sleeve with his thin fingers. He shook it a few times but failed to shake the fingers away, so he could only break them apart one by one.

Such a young child would not know what she was going to do to her, but why did she hold on to her tightly and not want to let go? Has she realized the bad luck she was about to face? Could it be that she was making the final effort begging him to give her a little mercy?

Gu Yuyin's heart trembled a few times, but soon he became determined: I have no mercy, how can I give you anything? If you live, there will be someone who will die because of you. There is only so much food, just so much land, and it is natural choice, you can't blame anyone.

But now, he was a little shaken. Over the past few years, was their choice really right? Or, no matter whether right or wrong, why are they the only ones who have the right to choose, while those babies in the cradle can only bear the ruthless and cold results?

Gu Yuyin shivered. Now the chaos in his mind seemed to be more than the fear in his heart. He looked at the shaking wooden door, gasping for breath, his face pale. Finally, he fell to the ground with a high crow of roosters and fell under the slowly coming dawn.

***

"Will Gu Li come? It will be noon if he waits for a while, when the yang energy is strong, his soul will not be so easy to embroider." Mu Clepton squatted in the corner of the wall, slamming his mouth while rushing under the tree, silently looking at the coffin that burys her husband's body.

Yu didn't seem to hear him talking, just watching the coffin not moving. Instead, Shen'er, who was standing beside him, replied to his mother, "I'll go to my uncle's house to see him and let him come over quickly."

"I'm so sensible. I know how to help your mother solve her problems at such a young age," Mu Xiaowu walked over and touched Shen'er's round head, and said, "The porridge this morning was also delicious, Shen'er is really capable."

Shen'er is rarely praised. When Mu Xiaowu said this, he felt a little embarrassed, blushed, and hurriedly walked towards the door. However, as soon as he opened the door, he met Zhao Zimai, Susan and Amy who came in from outside. The three of them looked disappointed, and it was obvious that they were not good at finding relatives.

"Didn't find your mother?" Seeing Amy pouting, Shen'er almost got an oil bottle, she tricked her hair out of her back and stuffed it into Amy's hand. "The rabbit is hungry and wants to eat grass. Please help me watch it and find some grass for it."

After hearing this, Amy's face covered in clouds immediately relaxed. She let go of Susan's hand and hurriedly ran to the grass outside the house, shouting, "Little rabbit, there are so many grasses here, don't be anxious, eat slowly, and you won't be hungry after eating."

"Mike, look, I can't coax Amy well, just like this child, she will be cloudy and sunny." Susan was also happy when she saw her daughter happy.

"So, only children understand the children's minds best." Zhao Zimai leaned over and looked at Shen'er and asked softly, "Shen'er, where are you going? It's so hurry."

Wang'er was always a little timid about Zhao Zimai because he had never seen an official from the capital. He looked at his feet and whispered, "I'm going to find my uncle. The time is here. The sister is going to summon his father."

"Then don't go for a waste of time. Your uncle is sick. Your aunt told us when we passed by his house just now. But should you be too worried? He just caused a little cold and he should recover in a few days." Zhao Zimai saw that Shen'er didn't dare to look at him, and his voice was much softer. After saying that, he waved his hand to Mu Xiaowu, who was standing in the yard, "It's okay to start, don't miss the time."

***

Mu Xiaowu held a dark red wooden box in one hand and gently opened it.

Yu stared at the ordinary wooden box with wide eyes. He thought that a brilliant light could bloom inside, but she guessed it wrong: there was only a copper needle lying in the wooden box, one finger long, as ordinary as an inconspicuous embroidery needle.

"This needle can embroider Yuming's soul back?" Yu did not hide his doubts, and then bit his dry lips lightly, and said this.

Mu Xiaowu smiled with a pursed lips, took out the needle and pinched it between his fingers, and whispered to Yu, "The soul is the essence of the body. The call is summoning. Using hands is called swing, and speaking is called summoning. Only by using hands and words can we summon the soul and regain the soul. However, some souls do not want to return, and some souls cannot return, so they can only embroider it with this needle and force it back. This is the "embroidered spirit."
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