The cause of the past life, the result of this life.
If you want to know the results in this life, you need to ask about the causes in past lives.
There are always some people who leave with obsessions, and their souls are unwilling to return to the underworld and reincarnate, so they linger on the edge of the yang realm.
"——Do you have an unfulfilled wish, or are you attached to the things in this world and don't want to leave? It doesn't matter, I'm here to help you."
"——Why don't you take Manzhushahua with you to reincarnate and never see the people and things that bother you again?"
There is a flower in the world called Banahua. It blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves never see each other. They are inseparable from generation to generation and bear each other from generation to generation.
The girl's voice was sweet and cold, and seemed to be charming and charming.
"... Mountains and waters can forget each other, the sun and the moon can no longer have anything to do with each other, one can appreciate the fleeting years, and one can know the ebb and flow of clouds and sunshine. Why not? Why should we still cling to the past?"
In a daze, I seemed to see the girl handing out a Manzhu Shahua with a faint smile.
The black-haired girl looked at the boy in front of her, smiled slightly, and walked over gently.
The girl smiled and stretched out her hand. Her whole body exuded a faint silver light, as beautiful as the stars in the dark blue night sky. The young man stared at her beautiful hands, smiled and hugged her slowly.
He gently tucked a strand of her black hair behind her ears, hugged her tightly, and softly murmured and sighed: "Hu, it's not you."
After sighing, I saw a dagger stabbing through her back, and the girl quickly turned into silver light, and the dagger fell to the ground with a harsh clang.
"This is the 278th time I'm sorry, but you are not Xiaohu." The black-haired boy was cold and decisive.
"... Some stories have become yesterday before they are truly written. Some people have become passers-by before they have passed away. If we cannot be with you, why should we miss each other?"