When Xiuyuan returned home, Maochun saw his son's tired expression and called him, "Xiuyuan, have you just returned from outside?"

Xiuyuan was stopped by his father and turned around and nodded, "Yes, Father."

Maochun came over and said, "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?" He said that, and reached out to touch his son's forehead. Only when the temperature was normal was normal, he felt relieved.

Xiu Yuan smiled and said, "You are worried. My son is fine, so I'll go back to my room to rest."

Li Xiuyuan, who returned to the room, felt the weight of his eyelids again. He thought he was really tired, but he didn't dare to sleep when he remembered the words of Buyu. He sat at the table with a pile of rice paper at his hand. So he picked up a pen and wrote the two lines of poetry on the paper, "The sunset invaded the sky, the wind and moon were flowing in the sky - the lush lotus." After graffiti, he put the paper aside, held his chin with his hands and stared out of the window in a daze.

Xiaozhi returned to the cave and saw Buyu meditating with his eyes closed, "I'm looking at Li Xiuyuan again, sister."

Buyu opened his eyes slightly, "Xiuyuan has been plagued by unjust souls recently, so I must pay attention to him carefully."

"Has he been plagued by the wronged soul? Why is he plagued by the wronged soul?"

"I don't know, there is no reason for these two days. I have guessed a lot with him today but I don't know why."

Xiaozhi sat down beside Buyu, "Then we have to see what the wronged soul is doing when he comes back."

"This is exactly what we don't know. In the dream, the wronged soul looks like a life to cultivate fate, but—" he stopped talking.

"But what?" Xiaozhi became curious.

"She was not calling Xiuyuan's name, but Maolian."

"Mao Lian," Xiaozhi bit her lip, "It's not simple. Let's go to the county yamen household registration to check this person."

Xiaozhi's words made Buyu's eyes widen, "Yes, why didn't I expect it?" Buyu looked at Xiaozhi and smiled, "Let's go."

At the same time, Xiu Yuan felt a sickly sleepy, and had never felt drowsy before. He forced himself to cheer up. Several times when his mind began to blur, he suddenly struggled to wake up. At this moment, Maochun knocked on the door, "Xiu Yuan, have you rested?"

My father woke up the sleepy Xiuyuan with this call. He stood up and said, "Not yet, Father, come in."

Maochun pushed the door and came in, "I think you look bad, you're sick, right?"

Xiuyuan shook his head, "It's okay, maybe I forgot to close the window last night and get cold."

"Why are you so unattentional?" Maochun helped his son sit down. "The wind at night is the most deadly. If you don't pay attention, you can easily get seriously ill."

Xiuyuan smiled, "I'll pay attention to my father in the future."

Maochun caught a glimpse of a stack of papers on his son’s desk, “Are you practicing calligraphy?”

"No, my son is writing nonsense," Xiuyuan didn't sort it out. Maochun came over and saw the two sentences on the paper. The two shocking words made Maochun's face suddenly change. Maochun opened his eyes wide and was stunned.

Xiuyuan also noticed that his father's expression changed, "Father, what's wrong with you?"

Maochun was shocked and couldn't answer for a moment. Xiuyuan held his father's shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"

Maochun's right hand trembled and held Xiuyuan's hand, "I'm fine, you, where did you copy this?"

"Well, I saw what was left on the bridge in the middle of the stone bridge by the river. I thought it was fun and I recited it down." Xiuyuan didn't dare to tell the truth. Maochun snatched the rice paper and kneaded it and stuffed it into his sleeves.

Xiuyuan was at a loss when he saw his father's behavior. He remembered that his father was a gentle and elegant person. Although he was a little fat and clumsy, his temper was pure and natural, and he always gave people a naive feeling.

Maochun's face turned blue, "How could this happen?"

Xiuyuan had never seen his father like this before, and felt that this matter was much more complicated than he expected, "Father, who is Maolian?"

When Maochun asked, his face changed even more. He opened his eyes wide and looked at his son, "What did you meet?"

Xiuyuan was speechless, and Maochun grabbed his son's arm, "What did you meet? Don't hide it from me."

So Xiuyuan, who was aggressively questioned by his father, told Maochun everything he saw in his dream, but he still didn't mention it about the Buyu.

Maochun listened to Xiuyuan's description and sweated coldly on his forehead. He pinched his cuffs and wiped his sweat, "She has been entangled for so many years, but she didn't expect it."

"Father," Xiuyuan helped Maochun sit down, "What happened? Please tell me."

Maochun gradually calmed down, "Mao Lian is your uncle. She ran away from home twenty years ago and her whereabouts are still unknown. We are unwilling to mention this matter. Your grandfather removed him from the family list on the day he left."

"What is it for?" Xiuyuan became even more puzzled.

"Don't ask about this matter anymore. In short, you are not allowed to stay at home these few days." As he said that, Maochun stood up and walked out. Before leaving, he looked at his son with concern and closed the door.

The empty room was left with Xiuyuan alone, and the candlelight on the table flashed. He suddenly remembered the candlelight when he looked at it.

At the same time, Buyu and Xiaozhi were in the place where household registration files were stored in the county government office. The innate night vision made the two of them see things like daytime even in the dark.

Xiaozhi was flipping through the information and found hundreds of households in the town. One by one, it was obviously a big project. "Why are there so many of them? When will we flirt with this?"

Keep reading one by one quickly, "Take it slow, don't worry."

"Maolian, why is it such a strange name? Whose family genealogy is listed in the town?"

Xiaozhi suddenly woke up Buyu with this inadvertent statement, "Mao-Lian." Buyu thought, isn't Xiuyuan's father named Maochun? Could it be that she was thinking about it that she quickly found the Li family's household registration information.

After opening and examining carefully, his eyes lit up. Sure enough, the name Li Maolian was found in the Li family genealogy. By seniority, this person should be Xiuyuan’s uncle.

But the record was that this man left Yongning Town twenty years ago and never came back.

"Breaking disappearance?" Unswervingly closed the heavy information book.

Xiu Yuan, who was sitting alone in the room, leaned against the head of the bed with his arms wrapped around his chest. The candlelight on the table was beating for unknown reasons, and the sleepiness came again. When his consciousness was about to be exhausted, his hands were inserted into his hair. A familiar sound floated in his ears, sometimes far and sometimes near, as if he was in his ears and sometimes like he came from afar.

"The broken rain and the broken clouds are unintentionally continuing, and the lonely day and night is still there. Tonight, the broken soul is divided into tide and tide is returned in the depths of the mountain."

The soft and singing female voice in the room was melodious, repeating the poem over and over again, becoming clearer and clearer. Xiuyuan felt that the woman was lingering around him. He inserted his hands into his hair, and his thick hair became chaotic.

He stood up suddenly and looked around. He was the only one in the room except for the candlestick flames on the table.

"Who are you?"

A thunder struck, and a loud bang. The flames of the candlestick suddenly went out, and the whole room fell into darkness. Xiu Yuan stood there and could not move. It seemed that a force was imprisoning him. In the darkness, there was a face close to him. Facing him, you could feel the cold and faint breath blowing on your face.

"You are back." Finally the voice rang out again, "I have been waiting for you for twenty years, and you are finally back."

With a flash of lightning, Xiu Yuan saw a woman's snow-white face in front of her, her black eyes were looking straight at her, her red lips were lightly opened, and then a huge thunder sounded again, and she fell into darkness again.

Xiu Yuan stood there and could not move. He could no longer be frightened. The woman in red was right in front of him. The light flashed outside the window from time to time could be seen faintly.

"Have you forgotten me? The light-spirited stone steps are invading the sunset, and the wind and moon are moving around in the sky and the cliffs of the sky. What you wrote to me contains my name, you don't remember?"

Xiuyuan felt dizzy and dark, and he closed his eyes, and thunder rolled on the rainy night, and he opened his eyes. He was already in the woods, surrounded by mist, and the dense leaves blocked the faint sunlight. He pushed the fog away and walked in the forest. He didn't know how long he had walked, but suddenly he saw a woman in red in front, still facing him with her back. Xiuyuan stood there. The woman slowly turned around and saw an extremely white face and a pair of black eyes looking at him sadly.

"You are so bitter when I'm waiting for it, Maolian."

Xiuyuan then realized that the woman regarded herself as her uncle who had been missing for many years.

"Girl, you recognized the wrong person. I am not Li Maolian."

The woman in red walked over slowly, as if she hadn't heard what Xiuyuan said just now. When she walked in front of him, Xiuyuan could feel a cold air coming. The woman's face was right in front of her. He could not feel her warm breath. A pair of cold hands stroked Xiuyuan's face. The coldness at the fingertips touched his warm face. Xiuyuan felt like a piercing cold current flowing from her face to her chest.

"You haven't changed, Maolian, where have you been in twenty years?"

"I'm not--" Xiu Yuan was about to speak, but the woman pressed her index finger against his lips. She approached him, and the distance between the two was only an inch.

"Maolian, why are you betraying me?"

Xiuyuan couldn't move, and he knew that she wouldn't listen to anything he explained.

"You made me wait for you for twenty years, and I hate you." The woman in red voice became smaller and smaller. She lowered her head and her long hair fell down. Xiuyuan noticed that her hair was wet and her clothes were half-dry and not dry.

"I-hate-you-" The woman raised her head suddenly, her eyes turned blood-red, and her beautiful face suddenly became ferocious. She stretched out her hand to pinch Xiuyuan's neck, and Xiuyuan couldn't speak.

Suddenly, a strong yellow light came out from Xiuyuan's chest. The woman screamed and covered her eyes. Xiuyuan suddenly felt that she could move. He pushed her away and ran behind him. The light in his chest gradually disappeared. Xiuyuan used all his strength to run, and pulled him up with one hand and flew up.

As soon as Xiu Yuan looked up, his familiar face was unswerving.

"Buyu!" Xiu Yuan almost shouted out. Buyu grabbed him quickly, "You're frightened, I'm late."

Xiuyuan shook his head and grabbed his unswerving arm with the flow. Unswervingly pulled Xiuyuan and his friends to jump away from the woods as if they were flying.

It was not until they returned to the unwavering cave that the two were able to take a breath and let go of Xiuyuan. He held her hand and sweated, and his warm palms felt wet.

Xiu Yuan held his chest, and there was a strong burning sensation in the place where the light came out, "I'm asleep again, right?"

Buyu shook his head, "This is not a dream, she is no longer limited to being in a dream."

Xiuyuan opened his eyes wide, "How could this happen?"

"We ran out of her illusion and couldn't underestimate her. This resentment power is too strong. I didn't expect that she could bring you from life to her illusion. I couldn't see you at home and then rushed over."
Chapter completed!