Chapter 158 is like going back to the past.
“I didn’t take it to heart. Your mother is telling the truth. Sihe, never marry me in the future, or I will let you down.”
As a young boy, Fu Tu felt very embarrassed to say such a thing.
But he had to let Si He know that Su Xiao was not worthy of her entrusting her life to.
“We grew up together, don’t we even have this much trust? Don’t worry, if you betray me, I’ll leave immediately and won’t cling to you.”
The little girl's eyes held a resolute determination, and her words were frank.
Fu Tu handed her the clay figure, saying, "Here you go. If you ever become disappointed in me, crush this and you'll have the chance to leave."
Si He took it, looking disgusted. "Your craftsmanship is terrible. You don't even have eyes."
Fu Tu conjured a pen from behind his back and then touched the clay figure's eye.
The pen glowed faintly the moment it touched the paper.
"Alright," Fu Tu said with a smile.
Si He was astonished: "Where did you get such a good pen?"
The children in their village had hardly ever seen a decent calligraphy brush.
"I'm going to steal from you, sir," Fu Tu casually offered as an excuse.
Sihe pulled him to the school to return the pen.
As the little girl led him by the hand, Fu Tu felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder.
Since Li Yueniang is Xuan Yue's alter ego, why didn't she try to match her daughter with Su Xiao, but instead strongly opposed the marriage?
Su Ming's attitude was also strange; he seemed quite unwelcoming to Su Xiao's arrival.
Their actions clearly contradicted the true purpose.
Is there something wrong with this?
After thinking for a moment, Fu Tu followed behind the little girl, her ears turning red, and asked, "Si He, has your mother started embroidering your wedding dress?"
"How did you know?" Si He's ears turned red. "She told me to grow up and marry the most worthy man, and not to choose randomly at this time."
Although the wedding dress has not yet been made, the embroidery is exquisite, and only the best man in the world is worthy of her wearing this wedding dress.
"Why are you asking this?" The young girl, just beginning to experience romantic feelings, lowered her head slightly and bit her lip.
Fu Tu chuckled and repeatedly warned, "Remember, don't wear it when you marry me. I'm not worth it."
"Su Xiao, what's wrong with you today? Hey! Are you even listening to me?!"
Si He chased after him and hit him.
The two chased each other all the way to the school.
In the evening.
Fu Tu lurked by the window.
Li Yueniang lit a candle and embroidered her wedding dress by the candlestick.
Si He was fast asleep on the bed.
Li Yueniang's eyes were bloodshot as she murmured something under her breath, her needle and thread flying across the fabric as she embroidered.
Her fingers were pricked with needle marks, constantly oozing blood that seeped into the red cloth.
I felt no pain at all, so they kept pricking me, and the bleeding continued, over and over again.
As she embroidered, she switched from gold thread to white thread.
Two white skeletons quickly appeared in her hands, and she embroidered them rapidly, burying them under exquisite peonies.
Fu Tu felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.
He leaned closer to listen.
All she heard was Li Yueniang vaguely reminding herself:
"I am Li Yueniang, I love my He'er, I want to leave the best for my He'er... I want to leave the best for my He'er..."
Perhaps before she began embroidering her wedding dress, the "Xuan Yue" in Li Yueniang's consciousness had already awakened and begun to quietly occupy her soul.
She realized this and felt extremely frightened, caught in a state of deep turmoil and guilt towards her adopted daughter.
She wanted to leave something behind to remind her daughter before her consciousness was completely taken over.
Therefore, she kept refusing to let Su Xiao in and repeatedly opposed this arranged marriage.
She embroidered a wedding dress for Sihe, burying the symbolism of bones, death, and disappearance under the peony flowers.
The most precious gift left to his daughter contains a warning and a promise of separation.
This means that:
When a person falls in love, the seeds of sorrow are sown early on.
Fu Tu felt very uncomfortable.
So that's how those two skeletons came to be.
No wonder Sihe couldn't accept that all of this was fake.
Even a wandering ghost like him, who has cultivated for thousands of years, cannot accept it.
It's too bitter—
Since nothing was found.
He has no choice but to leave.
Back to reality.
Fu Tu absorbed all the dark energy from Si He's body and healed her injuries.
A few quarters of an hour later.
Qingbao came in silently and sat by the window, her face serious.
"I knew you would try to read my mother's mind."
After all, besides Fu Tu, Qing Bao herself was also very curious about her mother's true identity and how she could suddenly unleash the power of a vengeful ghost at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
“We didn’t find anything, but…” Fu Tu frowned deeply, deep in thought, “but I can assure you that your adoptive grandparents’ love for your mother was real.”
He didn't seem to be in Si He's memory just now.
It was as if he had returned to the past, and as Su Xiao, he witnessed firsthand the stance of her adoptive parents.
That's so true.
True love, as it stands now, is causing immense pain and suffocation.
"It's okay, we'll find out someday," Qingbao sighed.
In her previous life, after she and her mother died, she, as a judge, could not find her mother's spirit.
She misses her mother.
But he couldn't see his mother.
Over time, this developed into an obsession.
Returning to the human world in this life is to save my mother and myself, and then find out why my mother's soul didn't go to the underworld.
Now, the initial suspicions have become somewhat clearer.
It turns out that my mother's identity was also extraordinary.
Qingbao jumped off the windowsill, saying, "No matter who my mother is really, she will always be my mother."
The little guy pressed his round face against Sihe's hand.
Si He's fingers twitched slightly.
"Who...am I?" she responded weakly, her eyes filled with confusion.
Qingbao's eyes lit up, and she choked up instantly, "Mother, you are Sihe, you are Qingbao's mother."
"Hmm... she's Qingbao's mother..." Sihe forced a smile onto her pale lips and pulled Qingbao into her arms.
Fu Tu smiled helplessly, shook his head, and prepared to save the next one.
When the black aura swept over Xia Jingheng's entire body.
He froze, his eyes filled with intense disbelief!
"What's wrong? Don't you want to save him?" Qingbao frowned. "That won't do. If that fierce-looking Fanzhi comes in and yells at you, that won't do."
"How could this happen? How could this be..." Fu Tu murmured, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Qingbao raised an eyebrow, "What exactly is it?!"
Fu Tu's face turned pale. He glanced at her and vanished from the spot in an instant.
Si He was stunned. "What happened to him?"
"I don't know. He's been acting strangely all day. Maybe he injured his brain from being hit by the crossbow. Since he won't help, I'll give it a try."
Qingbao came to the low couch, reached out and cast a spell, sweeping away Xia Jingheng's soul.
Born with a missing soul, he was born with a disability in both legs...
They are pitiful too.
"I still need you and my mother to take them down, Xia Jingheng. Just hold on and don't die. I'm going back to check the Book of Life and Death."
"Let's see what you did in your past life that caused your soul to be incomplete and enter the cycle of reincarnation..."
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