Dai Qize saw Yu Xiaoyun looking at those withered bones and ghosts, with confusion on his face, and explained: "Don't be afraid, they can't hurt you. The people imprisoned in this tower are all vicious and extremely high-level criminals. If they are directly executed, they will be given the lightest punishment, but if they are imprisoned in this pagoda, even if their bodies have become withered bones, their souls will remain immortal, they will not be able to communicate with others, and they will suffer eternal loneliness and loneliness alone."
"Is there a living person who is truly immortal?" Yu Xiaoyun stretched out his hand, passed through a ray of ghosts floating over, frowned, and asked Dai Qize.
Dai Qize nodded: "Of course there are. Some people have cultivated to the semi-immortal realm, but they go astray and do all kinds of evil things. They are brought to justice inside and imprisoned in this pagoda, and they will not die. But there are very few people who can survive, and most of them can't bear the loneliness and go crazy, trying their best to kill themselves."
Yu Xiaoyun frowned even tighter, and murmured: "In this way, this pagoda is the purgatory of eternal life."
Dai Qize comforted Yu Xiaoyun again and said: "As for your mother Qianhui, before she was imprisoned in the pagoda, she was a goddess of Yaoxian Palace, and she has become the body of Wuji, immortal."
A person who committed a heinous crime with a very high level of cultivation and deserved to die is imprisoned here, so what about his mother? What crime has she committed?
Yu Xiaoyun couldn't imagine it, and didn't dare to think too much. Just about to ask, Dai Qizhe said: "It's here, we're here."
The scene in front of me is quite different from the previous one, presenting a scene full of vitality.
The giant hibiscus tree soars into the clouds, the stream under the tree is gurgling, the grass is lingering, and the colorful butterflies are flying lightly. There is another chic wooden house under the giant tree. The vines around the wooden house climb up to the roof and are full of colorful flowers.
Dai Qize smiled and said: "She is interested in making such a beautiful scene."
Yu Xiaoyun couldn't restrain her heartbeat from accelerating. Looking at the vibrant scene in front of him, he thought his mother must still be alive.
Every follower imprisoned in the Fata is confined to an independent parallel space. When entering from the outside, one can see the scenes in each independent space, but the follower imprisoned inside is bound in that space and cannot come out.
? When Yu Xiaoyun and Dai Qizhe stepped into the green grassland under the giant hibiscus tree, they felt as if they were dreaming. The further he walked, the more he felt something was wrong, it was too quiet, there was no sound at all.
The two strode to the front of the wooden house, but the surroundings were still dead. Dai Qize shouted loudly: "Qianhui, your son is looking for you!"
? No response, no response.
Dai Qize continued to move forward, reaching out and pushing open the door of the wooden house.
The door was pushed halfway open, and a gorgeously dressed figure floated out, and said lightly, "Who is disturbing?"
"Mother?!"
Yu Xiaoyun screamed out, her nose sore, and she was about to cry.
It was his mother that was right, she looked and dressed exactly as he remembered.
"You are Xiao Yun'er? My son?!" Qianhui looked at Yu Xiaoyun, was taken aback for a moment, then was overjoyed and said excitedly, "Son, you are still aliveyou have grown up!"
When Yu Feng wanted to name Yu Xiaoyun, a cloud floated in the sky, and then it started to rain, so Yu Feng named him Xiaoyun, which means that the cloud comes and the rain falls. Coincidentally, when Yu Xiaoyun was a child, his name was really Xiaoyun.
"Mother!!!"
"child¡¡"
Yu Xiaoyun looked at his mother's appearance and heard her voice as before, not changed at all, as if he was looking forward to seeing his mother's joy when he returned home before he was ten years old, so he shouted and rushed towards his mother with open arms.
Unbelievably, unbelievably, Yu Xiaoyun jumped into her mother's arms, passed through her body, and fell to the ground all at once.
Yu Xiaoyun looked back at Baokong's mother, dumbfounded.
what happened? ? ?
Isn't his mother in the same space as him? !
"Um?!"
Dai Qize watched the touching scene of their mother and son reunion, and thought that if he told them some good news later, and the inspector asked him to deliver an amnesty order, Qianhui could come out of the tower, I wonder how excited they would be.
But seeing Yu Xiaoyun passing through Qianhui's body, Dai Qize was a little surprised. Could it be that Qianhui's real body is still in the wooden house?
Dai Qize was about to open the door to enter, but Qianhui shouted: "Stop! This is not the place you should enter!"
"What secrets are hidden inside, are you not allowed to enter?" Dai Qize stepped back again, without forcing his way in.
Qian Hui looked at Yu Xiaoyun with a complicated expression on his face again, and said to him: "Xiao Yuner, come in, I have something to say.?? said. "
Yu Xiaoyun looked at her mother floating in front of her eyes, and after looking at the half-open wooden door, she was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said: "Okay."
After Yu Xiaoyun pushed the door and went in, he felt the wooden door close automatically, and looked back.
Looking at a small wooden house from the outside, it feels very spacious after entering. The inside and outside of the house have the same brightness, and the inside is well-arranged, with tables, chairs, benches, wardrobes and wooden cabinets neatly arranged. There are several wild flowers of different colors in the vase on the table.
"Mother?" Yu Xiaoyun didn't see anyone, so she called out and continued walking.
After several screens that opened automatically, Yu Xiaoyun finally came to her mother, but she couldn't help screaming "ah".
At this moment, what was in front of his eyes was not a living mother, but a dead bone. Judging from the clothes on her body, it was exactly the same as the shadow floating in the air, and it was indeed his mother.
Seeing that her mother had become a dead bone, Yu Xiaoyun couldn't help but her legs softened and she fell to her knees.
how come?
This is not true!
"Mother, tell me, it's not true, you won't die!"
Yu Xiaoyun finally couldn't help crying, and looked up at the shadow of his mother floating in front of him.
Qianhui's body is dead, and she is only in the form of a soul at this moment. Seeing her son crying, she felt sorry for hugging him, but her hug was always empty, and finally she had no choice but to pose for a hug.
"Little Yun'er, my son." Qianhui couldn't help but wanted to cry, but there were no tears. She patted her son on the shoulder, touched his grown face, and said slowly, "I can wait until you come, If I can see you again, even if I say goodbye today forever, I will die without regret."
Yu Xiaoyun's eyes passed through her mother's body, looking at the gorgeously dressed withered bones. Withered Bone maintains a cross-legged meditation posture, holding a jade pendant in one hand, with his chin slightly lowered, as if looking at the jade pendant again, in front of his legs, there is a long sword with an exquisite scabbard.
"Mother, you won't die, right?" Yu Xiaoyun looked at the dry bones, and murmured, "Aren't you a goddess, are you a body of infinity, immortal? Your body has become a dry bone, and you can grow Come back, grow new flesh and bloodRestore the previous appearanceMother, I will take you out" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com