Immortal Voices

Rong Xian threw a piece of broken silver towards the guard and walked into the city in a hurry.

Along the way, someone seemed to be pointing the way, with a clear goal towards the fairy village in the distance.

Shenxian Village is a village in this city. There are about 3,000 people in the village.

Rong Xian looked up at the tall gate. Although the word "Shenxiancun" was immature, it gave people a sense of spirit.

The spiritual appearance of the villagers in this village can be roughly seen from a gatehouse.

With a gentle smile on the corner of Rong Xian's mouth, he stepped into the gatehouse and walked towards the village.

She had just stepped into the village, and a dark wind rose over her head, her head darkened.

Rong Xian's footsteps paused, his tone was gentle and gentle: "Hey, I'll be fine."

She looked far into the distance, her deep eyes seemed to have an invisible vortex, and she wanted to sink everything that could be seen into the darkness.

She smiled slightly and said, "The death of you and your elder brother always requires someone to pay for it."

There was no one around, but Rong Xian could see clearly, and she followed a little girl closely beside her.

She is as old as she is now, only fourteen years old, with blood dripping all over her body, a big hole in her empty mouth, and dark tears lying on her eyes.

That was her twin sister, Rong Hong.

One year ago, my eldest brother rushed back to pass the test, but died unexpectedly. His mother couldn't bear the pain of bereavement and followed.

My father sent someone to the six-door catcher to look for clues, but eventually returned without success.

Although young, Rong Hong is extremely clever.

She realized that things were not so simple from the vague words of her head, so she secretly left the house to investigate the truth of her brother's death, but she died in this fairy village, so miserably.

The pain that Rong Xian suffered half a year ago was the pain before Rong Hong's death. The twins felt that she still had a lingering fear of that pain.

Rong Xian's clear eyes were full of starting points, and her smile was sweet, but it made people feel cold.

It seems that no matter which sister she is, the result is not so good.

In this case, let everyone in Shenxian Village pay for his sister's death.

Rong Xian walked unhurriedly towards the village, her speed was not fast, she raised her hands and brought her good education.

As soon as she passed a field, she met three men with hoees.

Rong Xian's mouth angled, and he walked two steps forward: "Three brothers, I heard that the fairy temple in your fairy village is very famous. I don't know how to go?"

At the first sight of these three crops, Rong Xian's face paled suddenly, and there was panic in his eyes, as if he had seen something incredible.

Hearing Rong Xian's question, one of them asked in horror: "This son came to worship at God's Temple?"

Rong Xian stroked the jade crown on his head and smiled like a spring breeze: "Yes, I'm here to worship God."

She was very good-natured: "I heard that Shenxian Temple is responsive. I want to pray for my mother, elder brother and Amei, and ask the three elder brothers for directions."

At this time, it was noon, and the sun was shining. In the sun, the boy was gentle and harmless. But the three felt only gloomy. Not only did they feel terrible, but their backs were cold.

Wang Daniel was holding his **** tightly. It seemed that this would give him a sense of security.

He pointed distantly at the green hill and said, "The temple of the immortal is in the mountain, and the son will go."

Rong Xian smiled and said, "Thank you."

She bowed her hand and walked towards the hill with great interest.

Seeing her go, the three men were relieved.

Wang Da Niu swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled and asked, "You say, is he related to Rong Hong?"

"Wang Daniel!" Li Yang whispered, "Don't mention that name."

It seemed that those two words opened up the same taboos, which made the three shiver fiercely.

Zhang Laizi blushed and said, "He looks so much like that girl. Will they, or will they be a family?"

Li Yang thought about it and threw the **** to Wang Daniu and said, "This matter must be told to the village chief. If they are really related, we must find a way to deal with it as soon as possible. Go ahead and get busy."

In the distance, Rong Xian stared at the three figures indifferently, his eyes cold.

Passing this field, there is a long river ahead, and a simple bridge is erected on the river with wooden ropes.

Rong Xian stood on the bridge and leaned towards the river.

She said lightly, "Did they just press you into this river?"

She tilted her head to look at the little girl beside her, as if waiting for her answer.

Rong Zheng covered his face, and nodded fiercely when he saw the river shaking.

The other day she tried to escape but accidentally fell into the river. Before she swam up, those people chased her.

They pressed her head in the river, and time and time again, the river rushed into her body, and she just felt the pain in her body.

Until she had no energy at all, those people even took off her clothes and did whatever she wanted.

Seems to think of that terrible thing, blood oozed from Rong Hong's eyes.

She died, so miserably, that she became a lonely ghost and no one could see or hear.

When she felt her sister came to avenge her, Rong Hong felt terrified. She was afraid that her sister would also be killed by these demons.

The elder brother died here, and she died here too. What about her sister?

Rong Huan floated in front of her sister, and said in a stern voice: "Sister, they will kill you, you leave soon, sister."

She was terrified. She was afraid that she could not protect her sister, and that those people would hurt her.

Rong Xian smiled a little and said, "They won't have that chance, I'm not afraid."

Because of her arrival, Rong Hong is the only one who exists as a soul after death in this special ordinary world.

I wonder if this is good or bad for Rong Hong.

Rong Xian stood upright, finally glanced at the long river, and continued to walk forward.

Across the river, there are rows of apricot trees, with golden apricots hanging on them, which is particularly attractive.

Rong Xian glanced at these apricots, and walked along this flat road towards Houshan.

After an hour or so, Rong Xian wiped her sweat and felt that it was quite mortal. She found a big tree and moved a big rock, and sat down to enjoy the cool.

It wasn't until the hot sun passed and the evening glow was clear that Rong Xian stood up.

She followed Rong Hong's instructions all the way to the mountains, and the tall trees covered the sky.

The call of the insect song sounded, and the night gradually came, and Rong Xian's footsteps stopped in front of this barren mound.

"This is a mass funeral post, and the elder brother's bones are here." Rong Ye said with tears of blood.

Rong Hui drifted to the grassy grave, and knelt on the ground and wept sobbing.

"That night, I dug one after another here alone, and finally dug here. The gown was made by the mother himself, and he wore a bracelet weaved with gold on his wrist. He is the elder brother. Brother ... "

Rong Hong cried terribly, and her resentment and anger made this mass grave post more eerie.