Ye Qianning felt that what she said was magical and mysterious. Her appearance was already bizarre, so she still believed the old Taoist's words: "If that's the case, why not just pass on a message?"
"Little kid, you are dead now. Delivering a message for the dead goes against the will of heaven and cannot be done."
Ye Qianning couldn't let go of too many people. Ten years was really too long for her. Mr. Gu was already very old and his breath was hazy. She was afraid that he couldn't wait for ten years.
"Please." She suddenly said.
The old Taoist paused, very surprised: "Little kid, what did you say?"
"Please, help me." Ye Qianning's eyes were sore and she looked at him with misty eyes.
The old Taoist felt a little bit overwhelmed by the little girl's sudden seriousness and the look as if she would burst into tears at the next second. Tsk, it was really heartbreaking to watch.
"You might as well give the old man a beating."
The little baby is fat and good-looking, and his little appearance makes people feel so distressed. At such an old age, I hate to see little ones crying the most.
"Great-grandfather, grandfather, and grandmother are all very important people in my life. In the past ten years... I'm afraid they will become sick from long-term worry... Grandpa, please help me..." Tears flowed from Ye Qianning's sore eyes.
"Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't cry..." The old Taoist was panicked.
"If you don't agree to my request, I might as well not go with you. You should just send me back. At least they'll know my body is intact, and when I'm buried in the future, they'll be able to pay their respects and have something to think about..."
"Don't, little kid, if you don't go with this old man, you'll never wake up in this lifetime."
"If they can't wake up, then they can't wake up. I don't want to see them living in torture..."
"Okay, okay, I promise, I promise, don't cry." The old Taoist regretted saying those words about making incense.
Ye Qianning rubbed his eyes: "You promised to send a message to my master and father?"
"yes."
"Then my great-grandfather's medicine..."
"Little kid, don't push yourself too far. You can't take medicine."
"All right……"
"I'll write down what you want to say."
Ye Qianning felt that if she passed it on verbally, Master and the others might not believe it, after all, they had seen her corpse. After thinking for a moment, she squatted down and said, "Grandpa, you must read every word I write now carefully and pass it on to Master in detail."
"What a trouble." The old Taoist muttered and walked over honestly.
Ye Qianning stretched out his hand and wrote five words on the ground, his head felt dizzy and he returned to the space with a bang. He turned around and looked at everything familiar, his fingers clenched slightly.
How did you come out?
How come it came out before she even started writing the content...
I feel very dizzy, what should I do?
Master, can you understand these few words?
Ye Qianning was worried and had no time to find a way to fall asleep again. The dizziness made her lose consciousness in an instant.
Fifty miles outside Kyoto City, in the mountains.
The old Taoist squatted on the ground and drew a few talismans on the ground with a branch. When he looked at them carefully, he felt something was wrong.
"Is it a word? It doesn't seem to be."
The old Taoist murmured in confusion, wondering what the little kid had written in his dream.
It seemed that he woke up from the dream before he finished writing.
The old Taoist turned around and looked at the little baby lying on the stone. He raised his hand and touched his face. It was swollen. When he woke up, he realized that he was indeed in a dream. Why could he be beaten in a dream?
"Strange things happen every year, but this year is especially strange."
I was beaten black and blue in my dream, but no one would believe me if I told them.
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