Chapter 372 Heading to the Ghost King Sect

"Mother"

The figure reflected in the ancient well was not Bi Yao herself, but a woman in a water-green dress with a gentle face.

She looked no more than 20 or 30 years old, with a gentle smile between her eyebrows and eyes, looking at Bi Yao with tenderness.

Xiao Chi, Bi Yao's mother.

Many years ago, because Tianyin Temple attacked Huqi Mountain, she and Bi Yao were buried under Huqi Mountain. It was also in that accident that she died in Huqi Mountain.

When Bi Yao saw her mother, more than ten years of memories came to her mind, and guilt, fear, and longing came to her mind together, and the whole person froze.

She seemed strong, and in a place like the Ghost King Sect, everyone sincerely called her a lady, not only because of her status, but also because of her means and abilities.

But under this strong and capable appearance, she always had a knot in her heart, that is, her mother.

Her eyes were red, and tears were in her eyes. Tears gradually slid down her face and dripped into the well.

The tears stirred up ripples, breaking up the reflections in the water. Bi Yao could not see her mother Xiao Chi, and suddenly she was anxious: "Mom, mom!"

"Quiet"

Zhang Ziyu saw this scene, how could he not know that Bi Yao was thinking of sad things, he called out a word, and his mental power spread out to comfort her, which made Bi Yao come out of the influence of the Full Moon Ancient Well.

Although the Full Moon Ancient Well does not have the function of trapping people, for people, emotions are more likely to trap a person.

All the time, people are powerless to resist.

Bi Yao woke up, and when she looked at the ancient well again, the water reflected the full moon, which was no longer the previous scene.

She wiped away her tears, forced a smile at Zhang Ziyu, and whispered: "Thank you, I didn't expect this ancient well to be so strange."

"A full moon ancient well can let people see the most beloved person or thing."

Zhang Ziyu talked about the function of the ancient well. Bi Yao was stunned, and her smile suddenly took on a bit of sadness: "I don't deserve it, I killed my mother."

Bi Yao was in a very low mood. When Zhang Ziyu said that the ancient well would reflect the person she loved most, a strong sense of guilt surged in her heart.

She slowly leaned against the well, sat on the ground, lowered her head, and fiddled with the weeds on the ground with her hands, her voice slightly hoarse.

Her eyes were empty, not as bright as during the day, and she was immersed in memories, looking indescribably painful.

"When I was six years old, my mother took me back to visit my relatives in Liuhu Cave on Huqi Mountain. That day, the evil monk Pufang from Tianyin Temple came with the righteous people. He was so powerful and ruthless to women and children. He smashed Liuhu Cave back with magic weapons, and my mother, grandmother and I were all buried under the ruins."

Zhang Ziyu did not speak, but listened quietly. He knew that it would be more appropriate to listen at this time.

"Grandma was thin and seriously injured, and died in a few days. I was so scared that I cried loudly. There was nothing in the dark ruins. I kept crying. My mother told me: Xiaoyao, don't be afraid, Dad will definitely come to save us."

"We waited for a long time, but Dad didn't come. It was cold and hungry under the ruins. I cried again and told my mother that I was hungry."

When Biyao said this, her petite body was already trembling. She raised her head, her lips were already white from being bitten by herself, and her eyes were full of fear.

She opened her mouth slightly and said word by word: "Mother, mother was so anxious that she had no idea what to do, but suddenly one day, she found a piece of meat in the ruins."

"Stop talking."

Zhang Ziyu reached out and gently stroked Biyao's head. He shook his head gently: "You are only six years old and don't know anything. Senior Xiaochi won't blame you, and she doesn't want to see you so uncomfortable."

The spiritual power in his hand was input into Biyao's body. The warm spiritual power made Biyao feel a little warm, and she couldn't help but lean a little closer to Zhang Ziyu.

Her voice was still low, and her eyes were full of pain: "I killed my mother. My father hates me so much. He must have wanted to kill me all these years. If it weren't for me, my mother wouldn't have died."

"If Senior Wan wanted to kill you, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to refine the Sad Flower for you."

Zhang Ziyu was still comforting Bi Yao. He said: "Whether it's Senior Xiaochi or Senior Wan, they all care about you. Everything they do is just to hope that you live well, not to blame yourself like you do."

Zhang Ziyu suddenly laughed at himself: "If you cry like a cat, then I have to cry a little bit."

Bi Yao was interrupted by Zhang Ziyu and was slightly stunned.

"I am worse than you. I have no father or mother. If I hadn't met my master, I would have died long ago."

Zhang Ziyu said it simply. He was an orphan before crossing over. He grew up with great difficulty and finished college with the support of the state. Later, he crossed over inexplicably.

If he hadn't met Taoist Simu, the grass on his grave might have been ten feet high in the mass grave.

Zhang Ziyu was also an orphan with no relatives, so he cherished Taoist Simu, Senior Brother Jiale, and everyone in Maoshan so much.

Biyao looked at Zhang Ziyu like this, her heart was throbbing, but she didn't know how to respond.

Zhang Ziyu was used to being free and easy, still with that smiling face, he said: "If there is a gap, talk to your father, and run away from home if you can't reach an agreement. Generally, your old father will be anxious if you use this trick, so don't worry."

"Bah, what crooked ideas are you thinking of?"

Biyao spat lightly, and then whispered: "Thank you"

She knew that Zhang Ziyu was trying to comfort her, and she was very grateful that Zhang Ziyu was willing to listen to her.

Zhang Ziyu didn't care at all, and said: "Speaking of which, there is another good news to tell you."

Bi Yao was curious and asked, "What good news?"

He said, "I forgot to tell you just now. The six-tailed demon fox should be your cousin in terms of seniority. Although he is much older, he is correct."

Bi Yao was confused for a while before saying faintly, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

In fact, it didn't seem to make any difference whether she knew it earlier or later, because Bi Yao didn't know what she could do. She just heard that her mother had relatives on her mother's side, and she had just met them, so she didn't seem to be so sad.

The two got up, patted the dust off their bodies, and returned to the original path in the moonlight, preparing to rest at the big mountain stone for a night.

As they walked, Bi Yao suddenly asked, "Can people be resurrected from the dead?"

She stared straight into Zhang Ziyu's eyes, facing the soft moonlight, with a vague hope, she didn't believe this possibility deep in her heart.

But the man in front of her was so magical, and there were so many amazing things in the book, so is there a possibility that her mother could be resurrected?

Biyao's question made Zhang Ziyu stunned. He shook his head gently: "Reversing life and death, communicating yin and yang, that requires a very high level of realm, at least I can't do it now."

Zhang Ziyu didn't say it completely, but Biyao's eyes brightened a little: "You can do it in the future, right?"

There was a hint of meaning in Zhang Ziyu's words. She was smart and heard it. When she asked this question, she was also very nervous.

Zhang Ziyu didn't answer directly, but just joked: "I don't know, but the exchange for resurrection of the dead is not cheap."

After a night, I don't know what Biyao's mood is. Zhang Ziyu followed the plan and took Biyao to continue south, and came to Huqi Mountain.