psychic coffin shop

Chapter 54

An Youyu was lying quietly on the altar-like table with a pale face, completely missing the chatting and laughing under the spotlight just now, and knew nothing about what happened just now.

"Sometimes there must be something in fate, there is no time in life, don't force it, what comes by force will eventually return to the original owner."

An Youyu originally had a life style of early death, but Zihui changed his fate against the sky and filled his karma with the life of a young fish. He stole three years of life, and Zihui has already paid the price. It's An Youyu's turn.

Shen Yitang's slightly cool right palm slowly imprinted on An Youyu's torn heart, and it was as smooth as water, and the red light illuminated the whole bedroom.

An Youyu's chest lit up with countless and complicated lines, intertwined together to resist the invasion of the red light, and at the beginning they could resist a little bit, but as more and more golden lines were erased, the power of resistance became weaker and weaker. With the sound of 'click' the porcelain shattered, the golden lines completely disappeared, and the heart that should belong to the juvenile fish broke away from An Youyu's chest immediately.

The moment his heart left, An Youyu lost all vitality just like Zihui on the ground.

It's just that, unlike Zihui, a faint 'shadow' slowly left An Youyu's body that was getting colder and stiffer, and floated on the altar, looking around in a daze, as if he hadn't figured out the situation in front of him.

A newborn ghost like him can't be called a real ghost yet, because the 'popularity' hasn't dissipated completely, and his consciousness is fuzzy and fragmented. He lingers in this place until the popularity dissipates after seven days. At this time, ghosts from this area will come to take him back to the underworld, calculate his merits and demerits, and arrange for his death.

The young fish's heart exuded a strong vitality, slowly floating on Shen Yitang's palm, as if it had found a boat moored in the port.

The warm feeling came continuously from the top of the palm, and with the beating again and again, all kinds of unspeakable emotions were transmitted to Shen Yitang's heart along the palm.

……

The young fish's mother is the golden phoenix who flew out of the mountains, and she was the first college student to be admitted in the small village. She still remembers the day when she got the admission notice, the mat was placed from the head of the village to the end of the village...

It was originally a big happy event, but it didn't take long for it to become a big joke.

In less than half a year, Xiaoyu's mother returned to her hometown, and the old couple kept silent about the reason for their daughter's return.

The old man who used to like sitting in the crowd and chatting happily, now frowns all day long, and there is always endless work in his hands.

The wind in the mountains had plowed furrows on his face, but compared to his bloody heart, it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a drop in the ocean, and the old man began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Whether it was hidden or not, the baby fish was born in the rainy day of midsummer the next year...

In the mountains with simple folk customs, this kind of thing is the most important thing. Although the door is closed every day, gossip still floats into the young fish's house through the cracks in the door and the chimney...

The old man was going to be strong for a lifetime, and the other fell ill, and the illness lasted for half a year.

Living in a sickbed for half a year, the most important thing is that I can't get over the hurdles in my heart. My father's relatively strong body was tortured to the point of exhaustion, and he passed away in a rainy day.

After the father left, the old lady did not persist for half a year and followed, leaving only a silent mother and a young fish who had just turned one year old.

Although the juvenile fish is one year old, it looks about the same age as a five- to six-month-old baby. When it cries, it looks like a kitten, and it has no energy.

Ever since the baby fish was born, his mother never glanced at him, even if he was lying on the cold kang, his body was bruised and purple from the cold, his throat was bleeding from crying, his mother didn't even look at him, and she didn't even change her posture , and continued to stare straight at the mottled wall.

"I said Xiaoyue, this is your own flesh and blood, others look down on him, you are a mother, how can you ignore him?"

Xiaoyue, the young fish's mother, didn't bother to argue at all, maybe she didn't hear what the lady next door was saying...

"Ugh……"

The aunt sighed and didn't plan to say anything. After all, how much humanity can you expect from a person who doesn't even show up for the funeral of his biological parents?

"Be good, grandma made rice soup for you, let's stop crying."

The aunt next door picked up the young fish that was almost on the kang, but shivered from the cold of the small quilt that wrapped the young fish. How could such a cold and damp thing be used by a child?

The aunt took off her cotton coat, wrapped it around the bruised body of the young fish, and went back to her home in the wind and snow.

"You old woman, there's too much food at home, right?"

The old man who had already got under the covers changed his face when he saw the aunt carrying the child back, no matter how cold it was, he got off the kang naked, trying to snatch the young fish.

"Then I can't watch him starve to death. There is nothing wrong with the child."

The thick rice soup was warmed in the brazier. The young fish must be very hungry. After eating a small bowl raw, the aunt did not dare to feed it more, fearing that the young fish would feel uncomfortable after eating too much.

"You give me a break, and you don't care about my affairs!"

Ignoring the convulsive old man, the aunt saw that the young fish was full and fell asleep, so she put the child under her quilt and turned on the light to sleep, not daring to hang out with her wife.

In this way, the young fish settled down at the aunt's house, and after a few years of peaceful life, although the children in the village didn't like to play with him, they still called him 'wild child', 'little bastard'...

The young fish did not have a name until he was six years old. I still remember that on a rainy afternoon, a group of people in a car came to the aunt's house and left a large sum of money, saying that the young fish's father came to pick him up. When I got home, my aunt didn't even see the juvenile fish for the last time, and there was only a row of black exhaust in front of her eyes.

I hope his father can treat this poor child better...

"Ouch! Old lady, quickly count how much it is. I have never seen so much money in my life. I didn't expect this child to be quite valuable..."

The aunt ignored her wife's greedy face, turned around and went into the ear room, picked up the little gown that was still missing the last few stitches, and sewed on the last button stitch by stitch.

On the other side, after sitting for an unknown amount of time, the young fish finally got out of the car, was picked up like a little chick, washed, changed into clean clothes, and then brought to Mr. An .

During the whole process, the young fish didn't cry at all, and looked quiet and obedient, which made the maid who bathed him feel a lot softer unconsciously.

"This is your father, mother, and brother, why don't you call someone?"

The old nanny who brought him kindly pointed to the three people sitting on the chair, and introduced him earnestly to the young fish, tightening her fingers under his armpit, 'reminding' him to call someone.

"No hurry, Zhang Ma, you go down first."

The moment Mrs. An saw the young fish, her eyes lit up. If she hadn't been concerned about her demeanor in front of the servants, she might have jumped up straight away.

"Master Zihui, take a look!"

The eagle-eyed old man standing aside heard the words and stepped forward, groping for the young fish, as if searching for something.

Although the juveniles were scared, they still didn't make a sound.

"Very good, but..."

"But what! You speak, as long as you speak, I will satisfy you with everything!"

Mrs. An eagerly supported the handrail next to her and stood up, looking at the young fish with light in her eyes.

"There is no big problem, but the body is too weak and needs to be taken care of."

It's not a big deal.

Mrs. An breathed a sigh of relief, anxiously held the hand of her son nestled in the chair beside her, and said in a trembling voice, "Young Yu, you are saved, that's great..."

From the beginning to the end, the man sitting in the main seat did not speak, and the young fish were taken down, and they were raised to eat and drink. I don't know how much warming and tonic medicinal soup I have to eat every day.

This stay is another two years.

During the two years, the juvenile fish did not have to worry about eating and drinking, and everything was done according to the best standards, but he was not allowed to leave the small courtyard where he lived, not even a single step, and naturally no one else could get close, except for Zihui who came every day. The one he saw the most was Mrs. An, that somewhat crazy woman.

During the two years, the young fish said less than five sentences in total. He often had the illusion that he had lost his language ability, so he would talk to himself in the mirror every night. At first, he felt a little strange, but later he got used to it. .

On the last day that Xiaoyu lived in the small courtyard, the man who claimed to be his father appeared for the first time. This was the second time he saw him. Find your shadow on your face.

"What do you wish for?"

"...I want a name."

The man was silent for a long time, "The quality is clean and clean, and a pile of loess covers the wind, why bother?"

Leaving a sentence that the young fish could not understand, the man left, and then Mrs. Zihuian rushed in with a few tall people, and still picked up the young fish like a chicken, and threw it on the ground. On a cold and wet bed, there was a person lying next to him, the person Zhang Ma told him to call 'brother'.

It's just that his condition doesn't seem to be very good, his lips are all blue and purple, and his expression is sullen, like a big yellow dog that is about to die in the aunt's house.

"What are you going to do?" It was Mrs. An's voice.

"Anaesthetic." Zihui replied.

"...Will anesthesia affect the effect?"

"Naturally, the effect is better without anesthesia."

Mrs. An paused for a moment, and then said calmly, "... let's dig."

The moment the cold tearing sensation came, the young fish lost consciousness. When he was confused, everything in the darkness became clear. He could see the blood beads hanging on Zihui's eagle hooked nose, and he could see An'an's eyes clearly. Mrs. An looked at the place beside him benevolently at the smoke ring that the master spit out, and said softly, "Young Yu, you'll be fine soon... just sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up..."

Naturally, Zihui saw the detached soul body of the juvenile fish, replaced An Youyu's heart, and slapped the juvenile fish with a slap containing ten layers of strength...

After wandering in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, attracted by a soft force, the torn soul slowly appeared under an old peach tree.

"Do you know where this place is? Breaking in randomly, is it too long?"

Where?The remnant soul thought for a while but couldn't figure out why, and slowly shook his little head.

As if pleased by his dull movements, Shen Yitang smiled, and the dark birthmark was more obvious under the moonlight.

"Then what's your name?"

what is it call?

A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, and Remnant Soul blurted out without thinking.

"Young fish."