A bowl of soup was cold, and Tang Yan's breathing was extremely slow and light, as if feathers brushed his skin.
He listened very carefully, Yuan Song leaned against the head of the bed, holding the soup bowl and recounting everything he had seen in Jinghu.
Yuan Song knew that what Tang Yan was missing was the part that the mayfly deliberately hidden.
He could imagine how angry the mayfly would be if he told Tang Yan this.
But so what?
She is gone, and now only the demon soul who helped him continue his life is left, unconscious.
It will disappear completely soon after.
If he didn't leave something in Tang Yan's heart, this stupid monster would really live this scene in vain.
After Yuan Song finished speaking, the soup had already cooled down.
His hands didn't have any warmth now, and no matter how much he held it, he wouldn't make the bowl of soup warm again.
Tang Yan was also holding a water bowl, stopping and spinning in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.
After a long time, he licked his lips and said in a voice that stuck in his throat: "My sister died when the Tang family was in fire and the mountain bandits were wiped out. ” "It's the family god mayfly who has accompanied me for a thousand years pretending to be my sister......
Obsessed with revenge, keep renewing my life......" he muttered, as if he would kill himself if he didn't say it.
Yuan Song took a sip of cold soup: "Yes." ” "......"
The young man did not speak again, and sat in a daze for a while.
Suddenly, he said, "Your soup should be cold, right?"
I'm going to heat it. ” Looking at the soup bowl, Yuan Song nodded: "It's cold, and the smell of fish is all over the mouth."
It's good to warm it up. ” He put down the water bowl, took the soup bowl and walked out without looking back.
The back is lonely and strong.
Yuan Song didn't know whether to be happy or sad at this time.
Mayfly, the kid you've spent thousands of years guarding has really "grown up".
But you'll never see it!
Yuan Song retracted into the quilt and was a little tired after talking so much.
He estimated that Tang Yan's kid would not come back with soup soon, so he slept peacefully.
I didn't know that the kitchen outside was full of smoke.
When Tang Yan was heating the fish soup, the fire was too big, and he didn't know if the soup was burned dry.
He sat by the stove, carrying wood and adding wood to it.
He stared at the flames in a daze, but he didn't know that the fish had been pasted off on it.
It wasn't until a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head that Tang Yan reacted, he looked up in embarrassment, and Yuan Song was standing on the other side panting with an empty wooden basin.
"You're going to burn down the house?"
He slammed the wooden basin in his hand on the stove, glared and said, "I woke up from the smell of burnt paste when I fell asleep." ” I thought this guy had unexpectedly set himself on fire!
God knows how much effort it took him to endure the pain in his heart and run to find a wooden basin to bring water in!
"Dead boy, you're going to die if you're not scary?!"
"Ah, I'm sorry."
Tang Yan buried his head and obediently admitted his mistake.
Well, Yuan Song held back his anger and pressed back in front of him.
He sighed: "Recook me a pot of fish soup, don't get the slightest mush." ” "I'll help you back."
Tang Yan threw away the firewood that was still dripping, wiped a handful of water droplets with his sleeves at will, and ran around the stove to support Yuan Song, who was covered in cold sweat.
He smiled weakly: "Even if you kid still has a little conscience, it's just right, I can't walk anymore." ” Before he finished speaking, Yuan Song leaned over to Tang Yan very unceremoniously.
The latter even hugged him, and finally got him back into the house.
His injuries stabilized after half a month.
Yuan Song, who got out of bed and moved, saw Tang Yan folding things, as if he was folding paper money.
"You're going to sacrifice?"
Yuan Song leaned over.
"Well, yesterday I went to the state city to buy incense wax paper candles, and some gold leaf."
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Tang Yan stopped what he was doing and glanced at him, "Why are you up?"
How's the injury?
Does it matter?
” "It doesn't matter.
I'm a demon, how can I die so easily?
Recovery is quick.
Yuan Song picked up a folded paper and said casually.
Tang Yan didn't believe it, but he couldn't see the slightest clue from his face.
I had to turn my head and continue with the work at hand.
"You're not making mirrors anymore?"
Yuan Song put the paper back.
"Let's wait until the sacrifice is over.
When the time comes, I will have a groundbreaking ceremony to revive the Tang family.
He said it lightly, but the seriousness in his eyes was enough to shatter any doubt.
It doesn't matter if it's someone else's or his own.
This should be considered good news, Yuan Song smiled.
As early as a thousand years ago, this kid wanted to revive the Tang family, but unfortunately he happened to know that his mother and uncle teamed up with mountain bandits to harm the Tang family.
The blow was too big and it collapsed.
In order to protect him, the mayfly also cultivated a blue mayfly demon insect to disturb his memory.
Maybe once every few years, maybe once every ten years, or maybe once every few decades.
Anyway, that stupid monster is persistent enough.
"I know where your father is buried, tell me?"
Yuan Song sat cross-legged beside him, took a piece of paper, and folded it in his way.
"Thank you."
Two teenagers who looked about the same age sat in the yard folding papers, and the sunlight shone on them through the gaps in the branches, and there was an indescribable tranquility.
At night, the flames of the mirror lake are flying, and the smell of incense and candles is everywhere.
Almost at the same time, a ritual was also taking place by the Mirror Pond in the center of Hanging Mirror Town.
This time, there are no weird masks and dances.
There are no human animals tied to large mirrors.
Cheng Yulong, dressed in a gorgeous costume, threw two books into the fire by the mirror pool, and after him, people came one after another with books.
These books are all "treasures" handed down from our ancestors, and they record different mirror-making techniques.
Every family is different, and after thousands of years of inheritance and addition, each family has gone from dozens of pieces of paper to two or three books.
Today, however, they must take out their own precious books and burn them at this sacrifice of apology and rest.
No one dared to disobey, because this was what Cheng Yulong, the only one who had returned from under the hands of the Mirror God and had lived for so long, said.
With the honor of returning to his hometown, he became the supreme power in Hanging Mirror Town.
Yuan Song's thoughts that had remained in his sea of consciousness worked, and after the panic, he realized what he had to do, and what the whole Hanging Mirror Town should do.
The first thing he did when he became in power, Cheng Yulong told the evil deeds of his ancestors who sat down.
Then he took the lead in taking out his own mirror-making secret technique and burned it, the real sacrifice was not a human animal, but repentance and these looted mirror-making techniques.
Despite the opposition of many, he persisted in his work.
"You may not participate in the sacrifices, and you may not burn the books.
But you are no longer from Hanging Mirror Town, if one day the Tang family god asks for your life and your descendants, don't blame me for not saying it!
” Cheng Yulong shook off his wife who came to stop him and said it door to door.
Eventually, they all came.
The flames lit up the night sky of Hanging Mirror Town, and Cheng Yulong led everyone to buckle their heads, and from then on, dust returned to dust, and dust returned to earth.