I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

"Look at how useless he is. Well, since he doesn't want to, then let him stay in this world. But the world today is not like the era when the gods descended. Even if he wants to be a soul cultivator, we are still worried that his aptitude and talent are not enough!"

"Fortunately, he was lucky enough to have the arrival of you, Lord Fire Seed. Although he is already very old, it is better than dying in vain when you come to him after he has turned into dust."

This time it was the girl who spoke earlier again.

It can be seen that in terms of the strength and durability of the soul, she is more resistant to blows.

Zhou Dachao felt a little embarrassed and aggrieved when he heard how his ancestors described him. However, he no longer dared to protest or counter-sue.

I can only squat down and pretend that I don’t exist.

He also realized that his ancestors were all fine!

That's it!

Then he would feel much less guilty.

Also, looking at the ancestors' free and easy demeanor, with Lord Fire on their left and Lord Fire on their right, it is obvious that they respect and admire Comrade Mo Yan very much.

If they knew that he had contributed all the treasures that had been passed down in their Zhou family for a thousand years to Comrade Mo Yan, they would probably not blame him too much.

After all, our ancestors themselves have become ghosts, uh, no, they have become soul cultivators, so it seems that they can no longer use the money that they humans use.

It should also be free from worldly and low-level desires.

Well, yes, that should be the case.

Zhou Dachao squatted in the corner, having already comforted and convinced himself.

I was distracted for a moment and didn't notice what Mo Yan and his ancestors said.

Zhou Dachao only felt his body tremble when Mo Yan's hand patted his shoulder. His soul, which was squatting, suddenly pulled something. When he came to his senses, he felt his legs were so numb that he couldn't stand up.

"Hey, I, I can move again? My ancestors are gone?"

"I don't know whether they left or not. I guess they probably haven't left yet. After all, I haven't finished talking to them about some things. But they don't want to stay in your body anymore. It consumes too much energy for them, so they return the body to you. You should get up quickly."

"Uh, okay!"

Zhou Dachao first looked around, but still saw nothing.

He wanted to put his hand on the ebony box where the remains of the ancestor closest to him were placed to help him stand up, but when he put his hand halfway out, he felt that it was too disrespectful to his ancestors, so he withdrew his hand and planned to support himself on the ground to get up.

As a result, a big hand reached out from the side. It was Meng Chang and Qin Hong who had walked over at some point.

"Thank you!"

Zhou Dachao thanked Qin Hong and the others.

Mo Yan looked at the ebony boxes and said, "Let me ask you, your souls are free now, so you must be planning to leave. Then what do you plan to do with the remains in these ebony boxes? Do you want to keep them here, or let your descendant Zhou Dachao move them out and find a good feng shui place to bury them?"

What answered Mo Yan was a series of "click-click" sounds of padlocks falling off the box by themselves.

Then, in front of Zhou Dachao, he saw the shriveled but intact child-like skeleton of his ancestor in the opened box. In the next second, without anyone touching it, it turned into a thin layer of white ash at the bottom of the ebony box.

This, this is - completely weathered?

How could this be?

Zhou Dachao was stunned.

Qin Hong, Meng Chang and others were also stunned.

As expected, after following Mo Yan, all kinds of strange things that cannot be explained by common sense can happen openly.

Mo Yan saw it, but looked understanding, "Okay, I understand."

"Then I'll let Zhou Dachao take away all the things in the other boxes? Just leave them as a souvenir for him. After all, it can be regarded as a little gift from you as ancestors."

Mo Yan decided for them herself.

Anyway, apart from the ebony box containing the remains, the remaining boxes contained some tree roots and some strange stones whose functions were unclear.

Mo Yan now suspected that those stones were something like protecting spiritual bodies, so that their strength would not be weakened inside the stones, but would be more condensed.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how these souls from thousands of years ago could survive intact to this day.

So it’s no wonder that those stones look so strange but don’t belong to any precious species.

Maybe it was originally used by that bastard Youri to store his mental power.

Now, the soul cultivators of the Zhou family obviously will not stay here any longer, and the energy in the soul stone has probably been almost absorbed by them.

The remaining stones were given to Zhou Dachao as souvenirs.

Of course, there were still some seeds left in the original boxes, but those seeds that were still a little bit active had all been taken away by Mo Yan!

In particular, the seeds of the precious Jianmu tree have now taken root in Shenmu County.

Mo Yan thought that Zhou Dachao didn't know all this, so there was no need to tell him.

The Zhou family’s ancestors obviously agreed with any arrangement made by Mo Yan.

After hearing Mo Yan's words, the lamp on the cliff flickered twice again, somewhat like a person nodding.

"Okay! As long as you agree, you are free to go wherever you want. If you encounter any problems or need help, since you have kept your promise to Youri, I promise that you can come back anytime and ask me to help you once, no matter what it is, as long as I can do it."

As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, the lights began to flicker even more violently.

This time the shadow projected on the wall was larger, and everyone could see that it was a person bowing.

This means that people are thanking Mo Yan for her generosity!

"Let's go!"

Mo Yan waved his hand, reminding them that all souls were free.

The next moment, an ancient, long song came from the cave.

There is only music but no lyrics, but it makes the listeners feel the joy of returning home from the bottom of their hearts.

Listening carefully, it seems that the sound is coming from the ventilation wind tunnel of the cave. Obviously, this cave looks natural, but it is not natural at all.

Every bend inside and every direction the wind passes through have been strictly designed.

No wonder she was surprised at the unique advantages of this cave. The convection wind was able to carry away the water vapor and moisture that would inevitably be caused by the waterfall.

Little do we know that so many natural things do not come from anywhere. We must believe that all the most suitable existences must have been arranged by humans.

So when moisture needs to be removed, this wind tunnel is just a normal-looking vent.

But when you are bored, as long as you intercept and slow down the angle of the wind passing through some bends, this wind tunnel can actually produce pleasant music like a whistle.

It has to be said that these ancestors of Zhou Dachao were quite good at having fun.