"Yuhuaxian......?"

　　 Langren pinched his chin, listening to Lin Jianqing's whispered narration, while thinking distractedly.

　　 In this world, the concept of "feathering" is present, similar to the previous interpretation of the world.

　　 But the term "Xian" is rather niche.

　　 In this world, immortals and gods are not called "sages" together. There is a big gap between the two concepts.

　　God is a collective term for concepts such as God of Creation and God of Nature.

　　仙, according to few records, is a humanoid creature that once appeared on this planet!

They appear in the history of the planet as if they fell from the sky one day, and suddenly disappeared after a short period of time. Countless historians tend to believe that this is a story conceived by a certain person in history. Later, it was widely circulated for a period of time. Leading records.

　　 Such as Langren's name for his soul knife: Huangquan, related content has been circulating since then.

Langren knew a little bit when he was in the academy, because this thing was quite familiar to him, but after going through the relevant documents, I couldn’t see why. Langren thought it was something When the predecessor traveled to that time, he wrote the fairy tale article, which led to the spread of the fairy tale.

　　 But it seems different now.

　　 Ming Huanzhao's jade pendant, and the talisman seal on his palm all connected all kinds of unrelated things in Langren's mind.

　　 If it is really a visit to the Xiuxian civilization, why did it leave without missing a few years after parachuting thousands of years ago, leaving only a few words?

　　 Since they have been away for thousands of years, why did they come back again? And in such a strange way of playing chess?

　　 People in this world don't have the slightest understanding and divergent thinking about cultivation civilization, but Langren is different, he can read countless old bookworms back then.

　　 But he can't think of any reasons, there are too many possibilities, and there is no accurate thinking direction for the time being.

　　 Langren looked at the two pieces of skin on his hands. Fu Zhuan was a text he couldn't recognize. The font had no hieroglyphic meaning. The outline strokes were curved and twisted and connected, giving Langren a familiar visual effect as a whole.

　　 But Langren can't remember it, but Langren can be sure that it has nothing to do with the culture of his previous life.

　　 On the other side, Lin Jianqing had also finished speaking about the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

　　 "I only know so much..."

　　 Lin Jian said weakly, hoping that the other party could let her go.

　　 "Yeah, I understand, then I want to find out if you can see the filth problem."

　　 Lin saw Qing Wenyan's body stiff.

　　 "No...nothing to understand...just the hell...and so on, the people at the dessert shop will definitely tell you, there is nothing to understand..."

　　 She said the toughest words in the most persevering tone.

　　 This is probably the hardest thing she has ever said in her life.

　　 "Perhaps, I don't care if what you see is a ghost or not, I want to know what kind of world the resentment you see is like."

　　 Langren asked straightforwardly, if she really talks about the difference between grievances and ghosts, I am afraid that a few chapters can pass.

　　 "......"

　　 Lin Jianqing was silent.

　　 resentment is the most appropriate word for what she has heard so far.

　　‘Can he understand? ’

　　 She raised her head and looked at Langren.

　　 "For you, the world of resentment I see is meaningless."

　　 "Why?"

　　 Lin Jianqing slowly took off his glasses: "My ability is to turn grievances into what I can understand and present them before my eyes."

"The way you... can understand... That is to say, resentment really has no form in this world, there is no resentment world, the world of dead souls, what you see is just your ability to make resentment Transformed into something you can understand is reflected on your retina?"

　　 Langren was stunned for a second, and suddenly understood what the other party meant.

　　 But after understanding the meaning, Langren was a little disappointed.

　　 He originally thought that since someone could discover the world of resentment, could he kill others' resentments or absorb other resentments to fuel his own resentment?

　　 It seems impossible now.

　　 Lin Jianqing seemed to hear the disappointment in Langren's tone, and became scared instinctively. He didn't know where he had disappointed the other party, and kept apologizing in a low voice.

　　 In fact, Langren also thought of a method, that is, characteristic blessing.

　　 If Lin Jianqing is a higher-level ability player, such as C-level or even B-level, it may be possible to obtain the ability similar to the solidified grievance form, similar to Langren's similar recognition.

　　 This kind of characteristic may not have been produced, but it is a pity that this is only an autistic girl, and there is no D-class. Just being "visible" has ruined an ordinary person for nearly the first half of his life.

　　 "There is nothing to apologize for, I think too much, sorry."

　　 Langren sighed boredly, thinking that he had been out for a long time. Although he was not busy at noon, he could not absent from work.

　　 "By the way, your place was accidentally soiled by me. Where will you go to eat in the future?"

　　 Langren pointed to the blood on the ground and said.

　　 "......"

　　 Lin Jianqing looked around, looking at the messy past paradise, without speaking, holding the unwashed lunch box and bowed his head and left.

　　 She used to clean at the beach, but today she doesn’t want to touch the sea...

"Your thoughts are too naive. You accept the fact that I am you, but you don't understand how I came about. Resentment is the hatred and curse of the dead towards the living, sin karma that can be observed or absorbed. They all have locked targets. If they lose their targets, they will dissipate."

　　 Yehuo said.

　　 Langren scratched his head, he just wanted to understand what Karma Huo said just now. In this regard, he is indeed a little eager to get it done.

　　 "Sorry."

　　 Langren walked on the street, with his movement and the movement of others on both sides of his vision, people kept appearing and disappearing.

　　 "What do you think they are?"

　　 Langren asked suddenly in his heart.

　　 He refers to "them", not just these passers-by.

　　 "Experience? Skill points? Source of guilt and karma?"

　　 The red figure sits in the center of Langren's sea of ​​consciousness. After listening to Langren's question, he raised his head and looked towards the sky.

　　 "Are you sure you want ‘I’ to answer?"

"Correct."

　　 "The first time you hold the knife, you are sure: they are nothing."

　　 "Hmm~"

　　 Langren raised the corners of his mouth and couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Ling Ling Ling~

　　 opened the door of the dessert shop. There were two and three customers inside. Langren came to the front desk with a hospitality smile on his face.

　　. . . . . .

　　 At night, Lin Jianqing returned home, and the room was quiet for a moment after opening the door.

　　 This is a phenomenon that must be repeated every day, she is used to it.

　　 went back to her room, washed the lunch box carefully with the water he had picked up during the day, wiped off the water stains, and placed it on the table at the door of her room.

　　 Auntie would pretend her lunch and put it there again before going to sea the next day, every day.

　　 But the moment she put down the lunch box, she felt that the atmosphere at home was a little weird, and she glanced at the faces of uncles and aunts, but couldn't see their expressions.

　　 But if she wants to say something wrong, she can't describe it either.

　　 Maybe she was stimulated during the day, and now she is a little too sensitive.

　　‘Get a good night’s sleep...I don’t know where to eat tomorrow, alas~’

　　 But when she was lying on the bed, the scene she saw at noon suddenly appeared in her mind.

　　 Lin Jianqing admitted that when she saw the girl's face clearly, she couldn't help but feel joy.

　　‘It deserves it, Xu Lentang, when you were held the moon by the stars, did you think of today when you bullied others? ’

　　 She knows that this kind of thinking is wrong, but this kind of mood is really...

　　 Just when Lin Jianqing returned to school in the afternoon, I heard that Xu Liantang was unwell and asked for leave, and did not return to school in the afternoon.

　　 But Lin Jianqing thinks that she probably won't show up again until the war breaks out. After all, there is a school girl who is often bullied by her, but anyone who is a little bit ashamed will never show up again.

　　 "Wait until the war breaks out to go inland, the transfer procedures are completed, and I am a school goddess again, tusk, it's nice to be rich and beautiful~"

　　 But being too beautiful is a burden to the upper body at this time.

　　 Lin Jianqing thought of this, fiddled with the hair on his forehead, made sure that he could cover the eyebrows, and relaxed.

　　 A restless night's sleep, Lin Jianqing's uncle and aunt seemed to be busy with something at night, Lin Jianqing slept intermittently.

　　 The alarm clock rang, and she was about to start a new day. After washing, she walked out of her room and was stunned.

　　 Her lunch box is still open as it was put down yesterday, empty.

'what happened? Did your aunt forget? ’

　　 stepped forward and picked up the lunch box, and found that under the lunch box, there were a few folded sheets of medium denomination Jaisu currency.

　　 She looked around this dilapidated home, and suddenly remembered the weird atmosphere of last night, and suddenly had an ominous premonition in her heart.

　　 rushed to the door of my cousin's room and found that the door had been locked.

　　 Quickly walked downstairs to the staircase compartment. The fishing nets and the most valuable net-retracting device in the house that my uncle and aunt depended on were all quietly placed ~lightnovelpub.net~ That is to say, the uncle and aunt did not go out to sea?

　　 Then what were you doing last night?

　　 is already self-evident.

　　 She was abandoned.

　　 Although she knew that this day would definitely come, but... she was still a little out of breath.

　　 Lin Jianqing has always felt that at that time, she will definitely accept this fact as usual, because there is no difference between them and without them in her life.

　　 With the money in her hand, she slowly sat down against the wall.

But in fact, she is extremely dependent on this home. Going to school is a pain she must endure every day. Only when she has leftovers at noon and when she comes home at night, is she temporarily asking for pain and avoiding her. Brother, the uncle and aunt who went to sea silently and didn't care about her were actually the last support and support in her heart.

　　 She didn't know why they left without a word, whether it was because they couldn't bear her existence, or because the war was coming.

　　 Lin saw Qing crying out.

　　 With teary eyes hazy, a figure appeared in her mind.

　　 "I think the taste is okay, so it's an apology."

　　 "Perhaps, I don't care if what you see is a ghost or not, I want to know what kind of world the resentment you see is like."

　　 "There is nothing to apologize for, I think too much, sorry."

　　 That man, who spoke through the world she saw, didn't care about the existence of the person who was the strangest to her in this city, and the person who knew her best.

　　 A seventeen-year-old autistic girl, a bullied person who had thought about how to leave this world, at this time of helplessness, instinctively thought of Langren who had nothing to do with her.