Yuanshin: The opening system asks me to choose the heroine?

I don't want to go to the next life, I only recognize the grace of this life.

Dust - scattered with the wind.

Hearing Hu Tao's concern, Xiao Ling didn't respond, but just looked up at her, then lowered his head aggrieved, just like a child who made a mistake.

"Xiao Ling, is there anything you can't tell my sister?" At this moment, the eccentric girl incarnated as an intellectual elder sister also sat on the stone chair, stretched out her hand and patted it on the head.

After hesitating again and again, Xiao Ling asked a question, "Sister, is Xiao Ling not annoying?"

Hu Tao was taken aback, unable to laugh or cry, "Little Ling is so cute, how could he be annoying."

Hearing this, Xiao Ling felt even more aggrieved, her eyes were full of sadness, but she couldn't produce tears, her voice trembled and she cried, "Then why is everyone ignoring me except my sister and Mr. Ke Qing?!"

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After finishing speaking, Xiao Ling subconsciously reached out and rubbed the corners of his eyes, but there was not a single tear.

"This..." Even Hu Tao, who has seen through life and death, didn't know how to answer for a while.

Weeping without tears, Xiao Ling froze, as if realizing something.

So looking at Hu Tao, at a loss, he took Hu Tao's hand and asked, "Sister, what's wrong with Xiao Ling? Why is Xiao Ling different from other children, woo woo woo... They can't see that Xiao Ling is... Xiao, Xiaoling, aren't you..."

Before he finished speaking, and before he got a response, his figure was indistinct, as if being disturbed by something, the spirit body grew spikes, stretched outwards, and then quickly retracted, and so on.

For a long time, speechless.

"Huh? Big sister, big brother, who are you?"

Xiao Ling sat obediently on the stone chair, looking suspiciously and curiously at Hu Tao, who was holding his hand, and Zhong Li, who was standing aside.

This moment -- every moment.

Hu Tao couldn't bear it anymore, touched Xiao Ling's head, got up and walked back to the hall quickly...

Facing Xiao Ling's innocent eyes, Zhong Li sighed deeply. How should he face this poor ghost at this moment, who is very knowledgeable and well-informed?

.......

Walnut on the second floor found the ancient book left by his grandfather again.

The ancient book is very thick and heavy, almost holding it to read, but the earthy color, incomplete footers, and blurred characters are like newly born cultural relics.

Passed down to the present, it records various deeds of the ancestors in the yin and yang worlds.

Now, she has been investigating for several months, but there is no record of such things in it.

Ghosts staying in the world must have unfulfilled wishes.

But Xiaoling is different. Although he is a ghost...but he is a ghost who does not believe that he is dead. He regards himself as a "person", even if he is forced into the border, he will not last forever.

"Ghosts are the same as human beings, they also have symptoms..." Hu Tao read out unconsciously.

Right now, this paragraph is what she is looking for. During the Demon God War, some people will be affected by the remnants of the Demon God's death, and thus show the characteristics of frenzied killing until they destroy themselves.And ghosts will also be involved and become part of Cannian, which will have a greater impact so far.This kind of ghost is eroded and polluted, and can only slowly disappear with time.

"It is said that a hundred years have passed since the Demon God War... I met a ghost in the mountains. I didn't know what I asked, but I only remembered today's events. If I wanted to go with me, I refused. The next day, I went here again, and the ghost was still there. I asked again and answered. I don't know, I just remember today's events..."

Later, he said good or bad, and was fooled into the border.

"...Thoughts of remembrance, life is a matter of death."