147: 147 Tianbian Ju

147 Tianbian Ju

It didn't matter if it was before or now.

I was thinking that there were no good people in the world.

Chun Hua was kind-hearted when she was alive. She also liked the villagers, but when they became like demons.

Her body and mind were suffering. No one could understand the pain when she died.

Even if she begged for mercy, she could not understand why she died before she died.

Chun Hua had also complained before, but compared to her, there were people who complained more than she did.

Huang San had been on a path of no return since then...

I promised Chun Hua that I would help her.

She wanted to leave with Huang San and no longer wanted to be trapped here by Huang San.

If I stayed in the ancestral hall, Huang San might not appear.

But if I broke his forbidden technique to trap Spring Flower, Huang San would definitely show up.

I dug up Spring Flower's grave and broke the array that was used for the forbidden technique. I used my blood and lit up the yellow and damp talisman paper.

Almost at that moment, Huang San suddenly appeared in front of me.

He couldn't help but pinch my neck and glare at me with bloodshot eyes.

"You're courting death!" "You're courting death!"

He kept repeating these words as his fingers pinched my neck.

She felt extremely angry at my actions.

I looked at him in pain and said with difficulty. "Huang San, it's not me who's courting death! "Have you ever thought about what Chunhua wants?"

Huang San couldn't listen to my words and glared at me. I saw killing intent in his eyes.

I was holding his hand with both hands. I didn't know where he had gotten so much strength.

His entire body was obviously dry, but he had already become a corpse.

He had been walking dead for many years...

My eyes turned red and I couldn't help but roar. "Huang San, why don't you look at Spring Flower? "You clearly can see her, but you don't have the confidence!"

"You really don't have the confidence to see her, so you can only trap her here, right?"

Chunhua died and her ghost was here.

However, he was trapped and could not leave.

Huang San he could see Chunhua, he would rather not see her because he felt guilty and did not have the face to see her.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Huang San roared at me, his fingers getting harder and harder. He grabbed my neck and lifted me up.

I felt pain. I couldn't breathe and my throat was sore.

My hands kept slapping his wrist, and my face was bloodshot.

For some reason, I suddenly remembered what Chunhua had said to me before she died.

"Do you know, Tianbian Ju?"

As I spoke with difficulty, I was just trying. In fact, I didn't know the meaning of Tianbian Ju.

After Huang San heard what I said, she was clearly stunned and let go of her finger.

I fell to the ground, my throat aching. I sat on the ground, breathing heavily and reaching out to touch my neck.

A burning pain came from his neck.

Huang San didn't know what he was looking for, but he left again. I saw him go to the field outside the ancestral hall.

It had already been abandoned for two generations. The weeds were everywhere, so how could they find any wild chrysanthemum?

But I still followed him because I knew where it was.

This season, Tianbian Ju had already started to twitch. She had beautiful yellow Xiao Hua.

I had seen such a Xiao Hua in my dream. When I first saw the Spring Flower, there was another flower in her hair.

Huang San looked for him for a long time. When I found him, he was sketching his waist and flipping through the grass.

I handed over a handful of Tianbian Ju." Take it. After all these years, you've long forgotten where the Tianbian Ju is blooming."

Huang San listened to me and looked up at me.

Then, he stretched out his shriveled hand and took away the Tianbian Ju in my hand.

After taking it away, he turned around and went back to the ancestral hall, walking faster.

I also trotted along to catch up.

He was a little anxious. Perhaps it was because he hadn't seen Spring Flower for so many years, but he still remembered that Spring Flower's favorite was Tianbian Ju.

When I came over, Huang San was no longer completely wrapped up.

I saw that young Huang San and Chunhua standing in front of him.

Chun Hua had a shy look on her face. She was playing with the ponytail in her hand, but she did not dare to look at Huang San.

Huang San scratched his head and laughed foolishly. He held a field-side chrysanthemum in his hand for a long time.

He blushed and stammered. "Here, here you are."

When Chun Hua heard this, she raised her head to look at him and quickly pulled the flower away from him. "Thank you!"

This was probably the best time in their time.

All I saw was Huang San when I was young, it was the first time I had given something like Chunhua.

As a matter of fact, Spring Flower could no longer take the Tianbian Chrysanthemum in Huang San hand.

Even though they were standing face to face.

Huang San was no longer that young man, and Chunhua was no longer alive. She looked like she had died.

After putting the oil pan, his face was completely different. 2

Huang San still held a field-side chrysanthemum in his hand. This field-side chrysanthemum was different from before.

In the past, there were often people working in the fields, as well as fertilizing and planting.

The field-side chrysanthemums grew by the field. When the flowers bloomed, although they were ordinary, they strove to bloom.

Now, it was not easy to survive in the weeds. The flowers looked shriveled and withered, and the color of the flowers was no longer beautiful.

They were silent for a long time. I knew Huang San could see Spring Flower.

A walking corpse was a dead person. Not only did he know martial arts, he was also a ghost. He barely managed to survive and had a body.

Unlike other ghosts, they had a body that could truly touch Living things.

Actually, ghosts could touch a lot of them, but they needed to use their emotions.

This reminded me of He Qing...

He Qing to help me save He Huan, she was able to untie the rope for me because of her sisterly relationship.

Spring Flower was the same as before. She reached out her hand and intended to take the field-side chrysanthemum, but her finger passed through the field-side chrysanthemum.

She couldn't catch the flower Huang San handed to her.

I stood for a while but didn't say a word. At this moment, I' ll just leave it to them.

It was time for Huang San to let go of his obsession. After he went to the underworld Netherworld, what kind of punishment would be waiting for him? That was not something I should care about.

"Do you still blame me?"

This was the first thing I heard Huang San say to Chunhua. They had only met three generations apart.

When Chun Hua heard that, she raised her head and looked at him. Her face, which was completely unrecognizable, had returned to its previous appearance. She smiled at Huang San. "No wonder. It's all over then, is n' t it?"

Spring Flower had been Huang San, but now she was relieved.

It was human nature.

No one felt any resentment or hatred in their hearts. This was how they lived.

Huang San seemed to have unloaded the burden. I saw him become younger and returned to his thirties.

She was still thin and thin, but a smile appeared on her face.

Seeing this, I heaved a sigh of relief.

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