Chapter 229...Right...
Time passed slowly and the sun gradually rose. Kanae, who was originally a little wary, let down her guard when her parents suddenly appeared and chatted with them in the courtyard about what had happened over the years.
The wolf just looked at them quietly, but the coldness in his eyes never disappeared.
Cough cough.
The corner of his clothes was gently pulled, and the wolf lowered his head slightly, and saw Minako holding the corner of his clothes in her hand, with a little fear on her face.
"Mr. Wolf...I feel something strange..."
Seeing Minako's frightened look, Wolf gently rubbed Minako's head without saying much. He turned his head to look at the Butterfly Sisters who were already taking their parents to visit other parts of the Butterfly House, and followed silently with Minako.
Behind him, Uzui, with a helpless look on his face, sat in the pavilion and watched them leave. He recalled the tragic past in his family, smiled bitterly, and stood up.
"Ha... I'd better go find my wives..."
Holding the back of his head, Uzui walked towards the room where his wives were staying in Butterfly House, muttering to himself.
"I don't know when that guy Busou will come back..."
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At the foot of the hill, Uzui Kawai, with his calves being held, looked at his mother in front of him with tears in her eyes. But the next moment, he held back the tears, lowered his head and gritted his teeth to break free from his brothers and sisters, and roared hoarsely at his puzzled family members.
"What... are you?!"
Being yelled at by their brother Shimi, who was originally very gentle, the eyes of their younger brothers and sisters were filled with tears. Their mother even raised her brows. Just as she was about to speak, the trembling voice of Xuanmi sounded behind her before her.
"Brother...what are you talking about...they are all our family..."
As he said this, he was still afraid that Busei would forget, so he walked up to him, his expression gradually becoming flustered, pointing at the family members behind him and introducing them one by one.
"This is my brother...this is my sister...this is my mother!"
After he finished speaking, the smile on his lips became extremely stiff. Xuan Mi stared straight at Busei Kawana and asked in a low voice.
"Right..."
"..."
In the face of Xuanya's question, Busei remained silent, but the other party took a step forward and asked the same question again.
"Right...Brother..."
Under Xuan Mi's questioning, Busei Kawai subconsciously took a step back. Looking at Xuan Mi's stiff smile, he felt inexplicably annoyed and yelled at Xuan Mi uncontrollably.
"They have already died..."
But just when he shouted halfway, a tear quietly slid down Xuan Mi's stiff smiling face, and the pleading look in his eyes made Busei pause, and the annoyance on his face instantly disappeared.
"..."
After taking a few steps back, Busui felt that everything in front of him began to become dark. However, Xuan Mi took a few steps forward again, walked in front of Busui, held his shoulders, and asked again.
"Right...Brother..."
This time, Busei was not annoyed. He just felt more and more confused. His mind was filled with the crying of his brothers and sisters, as well as Xuan Mi's constant questioning, which made his brain a mess. Until finally, he lowered his head and spoke softly.
"To... my family..."
Hearing his brother's confused whispers, Xuan Mi's stiff smile became even wider. He turned around to look at his crying brothers and sisters, and spoke loudly with excitement.
"Don't cry... Brother Xuanmi will take you to the town to play!"
As he spoke, he took out the purse he got from the wolf from his arms. This was the money he had saved and had been reluctant to spend, but Xuan Mi held the purse high at this moment.
"Brother, you made a lot of money!"
The easily satisfied younger siblings stopped crying immediately after hearing their brother's words, giggled and ran up again to hug Xuan Mi's calves.
Surrounded by his brothers and sisters, Xuanya's raised mouth twitched slightly, while his mother looked at Fuzugawa and Xuanya with satisfaction, and the smile on her face was always so gentle...
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It was noon. In the dilapidated temple, Xing Ming stood in front of a clay pot. His huge body held a small soup spoon. The children beside him lined up in an orderly manner, holding small bowls with some holes in them, with happy faces.
“…The porridge is ready…”
With a whisper, Xing Ming took the bowl from the child at the front of the line, scooped a spoonful from the casserole with a spoon, filled the small bowl in his hand, and then one after another.
It’s called porridge, but in fact it’s just some wild vegetables outside the temple, a little white rice, and mountain spring water. It’s a very simple meal, but back then... it was Xingming and the children’s daily food.
After serving the last child, Xing Ming put down the spoon in his hand and asked in a deep voice to the children who were eating happily.
"…Why did you…appear here again…"
Although he looks big and strong, Xingming asked questions very tactfully, but the children still could hear what he really wanted to ask.
The children put down the bowls in their hands and answered Xingming's questions while thinking. If there were any mistakes or omissions, other children would immediately point them out and correct them.
"Well...we were staying in a dark place. Now I think that should be the underworld..."
"Yes, there is a very long river in it. After we saw Xiaoyue going to hell, we were sucked into the river."
"But not long after, before we reached the end, the river suddenly turned black... When we woke up again, we were here..."
Huangquan, turned into a long black river, the dead Yaoyue...
Listening to the children's stories, Xing Ming felt incredible, but in the end he chose to believe what the children said.
Because... there is probably nothing more unbelievable than the resurrection of the dead...
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After noon, the fog lingering in the mountains of Sagiri Mountain had become much less. Standing in front of the round stone where he and Santu had trained together in the past, Yiyong's face no longer had the dull look of the past, and became as lively as before.
Looking at Yiyong's expression at the moment, Xuantu sighed helplessly and said to Yiyong with a rolled eye.
"I wish you were the same as you are now. Your inferiority complex is really annoying sometimes!"
When Yiyong heard what Santu said, he didn't react at first, but when he reacted, he asked Santu in surprise.
"Before? Could Xuantu see me then?"
Rolling his eyes, Xuantu swept his gaze across the training ground, recalling past events with a serious expression.
"It seems that I have an obsession... After my death, my consciousness did not dissipate but stayed in this place. I hope that Mr. Urokodaki's new disciple can kill the evil ghost hiding in Fujiki Mountain..."
"But I waited for many years but nothing happened, so I followed you. I thought you would actively live with me, but I didn't expect you to be so negative."
As he spoke, Santu's words turned into dissatisfaction with Yiyong's negativity, while Yiyong mumbled for a long time without saying anything, and finally lowered his head and spoke softly.
"It's okay... As long as Santu and sister are back..."