Li Yu looked at the woman in front of him who was incompatible with the style of paintings around him, and could not tell how much it had to do with [God].

"Is she a ghost... or a monster..."

"She is the god of incense and fire, and is born from wishes."

"God?" Feng Qiuxue looked unbelievable.

"Do you think, for the Chinese people a hundred years ago, what kind of existence are the characters who can move like this on paper and survive in the [God] next to them?" Although Li Yu did not want to admit it, for the Chinese people a hundred years ago, whether it is the concept of movies or the life of the [God] in the movies is something that only [God] can do.

Awe and yearning breed faith, and faith is born of gods.

The first movie in the first cinema was worshipped and respected and upgraded to a god.

"The movie brings happiness to people, whether it is a hundred years ago or now, isn't this movie the same? It brings joy to people who have no spiritual sustenance at that time, and gradually becomes faith and upgrades." Li Yu paused and said: "In fact, there are many similar mutton worships among the people, and there are similar things in the East and the West, such as the black cats in Egypt and the voodoo dolls in the tribe. As for whether they have become incense gods, I don't know."

The system said at this time.

"Becoming an incense spirit is the fastest shortcut to transform into [life]. It does not need to grow like a monster spirit. Although the process of becoming a life is faster and faster, their path to losing their lives is also very fast. As long as they are forgotten, they will gradually disappear. Moreover, although they can appear in front of people, they cannot touch humans. Once touched, they will have irreversible harm to both sides. This is the rule."

Li Yu felt that this was fair. Once the spirit monster was called [life], it was always life. Until the day of its demise, the god of incense was born according to his wish. The process of becoming life was quick and fast, and in an instant he could turn from an unconscious life into an emotional creature.

But there is also a cruelty in it. The god of incense and fire is born according to his wish and dies because of his wish. Many restrictions are imposed on him.

"Qiuxue, we have actually met each other." Meng looked at Feng Qiuxue with a quiet and natural expression, as if she was looking at her granddaughter.

Feng Qiuxue: "???"

"We... have we met?" Feng Qiuxue looked at Meng with disbelief and said directly: "It is impossible. If you have seen him, you will definitely have an impression..."

At this moment, Feng Qiuxue suddenly felt a vague and real memory pouring into her mind.

That was the first time I was riding a bicycle and fell on the lawn, crying loudly, and rubbing my wounds.

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At this time, an oriental woman wearing a long skirt and a gentle face appeared in her eyes.

[Didn’t Qiuxue say that she should be stronger than anyone else? Why do she cry after falling down?]

【Grandma Meng, but...but it really hurts...】

【Don't cry, don't cry...】

"What's going on with these memories..." Feng Qiuxue cried for some reason.

After those memories that were covered in dust and forgotten and unknown where were taken out, a sad feeling surged into my heart.

Soon, more memories emerged.

Many memories created with dreams, like real grandmas, protect their growth, like real grandmas, and memory fragments of Feng Yuzhong's happy life.

She didn't appear out of thin air, nor did she disappear out of thin air.

But these memories were forgotten by her.

As a member of this family, I used to live here...

"I'm forgotten." Meng's tone was a little regretful, looking at his hand that gradually became blurred: "It's been so long that many people who feel happy because of me have passed away, and future generations don't need me."

Li Yu was silent. His dream as a god of incense is being forgotten. The development of the film industry has made the expression of silent dramas such as elimination even in China, as fast as flying. In the end, no one knows what happened. Except for a century-old master like Chaplin, everyone else can only be forgotten, or excavated in the future history.

The dream is also. She has accompanied a generation and became a god because of the faith of a generation. As a generation is gradually dying, she will usher in the fate of finally dissipating and complete her final end.

"My duty is to bring happiness to others, the meaning of my survival, my existence..." Meng looked at Feng Yuzhong gently: "But he gave me a different meaning, allowing me to have more things, love, family affection, etc., many things that I hope but cannot get."

"I...I remember you..." Feng Qiuxue stopped talking.

"It's useless to remember me. Only those who give me life and believe in me remember me will remember me." Meng Rourou smiled and said, "Now you are the only ones who can [remember] me."

Feng Yuzhong smiled, wanted to say something, coughed, and vomited blood in one mouthful of blood.

"Although I don't understand very much, I'm dying. It's useless to remember someone like me, even if I remember you, I'm going to die..."

Li Yu understood.

Feng Yuzhong's illness took his life.

The incense god who relies on Feng Yuzhong's [Letter] to maintain the entity was gradually weakened by Feng Yuzhong's life, and the incense spirit was gradually weakened.

Meng will die one day when Feng Yuzhong dies.

Li Yu hesitated for a moment and asked: "I can make you survive. I have a magic weapon that can provide you with the power to survive."

As long as you dream enter the Taishan Seal and become a vassal of the Taishan Seal, you can survive without relying on others.

Of course, Li Yu can also guess what the answer is...

"What do you humans say?" Meng said with a smile: "I have different lives, but I die together, so I can only do this level..."

Li Yu saw that the photos in Feng Qiuxue's hands were gradually becoming blurred. It is not difficult to know that these photos originally had facial features, but because of the disappearance of the presence, the faces in the photos began to disappear.

But now, the photo not only has its face gone, but its figure has become blurred.

Feng Yuzhong is about to die, and even Meng is about to die.

"Master, I have a wish..."

"explain."

"Can you help us take a family photo?" Meng Wei smiled.

At this time, more and more people gathered in front of the door, and the arrogant young master was crying loudly.

They are all from this family. The moment when the dream was released from the movie, the memories have temporarily returned to them. They all remembered the person who had lived and disappeared in this big mansion.

Li Yu took the SLR camera.

"sure..."

The photography skills are not good, but it is quite easy to take pictures of this family.

In the photo, Feng Yu is the happiest dream of smiling like a flower.
Chapter completed!