Karmic debt from past life

  The world of souls is beautiful, without tears. I have a thousand reasons that can cry out, but there isn't a complete body to shed tears.

  He stood in the white light, walking towards me. I waited for his arrival. At this moment, I didn't feel that I was left with only my soul, nor did I feel that I had already died. As long as he was there, he would protect me very well.

  "Uncle." I trembled with both lips, and finally called out at this moment.

  Uncle smiled and walked towards me, passing through the white light, standing in front of me. He stretched out his hand, I reached out to him, but I couldn't grasp Uncle's hand, it passed through me. You and he existed for two centuries, even if he could see me too.

  Uncle's hand hovered in mid-air, I panicked and said to Uncle, "I'm scared when I'm alone."

  Uncle gently stroked my cheek, and once again he was unable to grasp me, his hand stopping in mid-air. Uncle paused for a moment, then broke into a warm smile.

  "Don't be afraid, I'm here, always have been."

  Uncle's words are like warm feathers, soothing all the fears in my heart. As long as Uncle is by my side, I am not afraid of anything.

  My soul can't shed tears, though I'm in great pain. I bite my lip and nod to Uncle, "Uncle, I know, I know."

  Uncle smiled lightly and stroked my illusory cheek, I saw his fingers passing through my transparent soul.

  "Don't be sad, wait for me."

  Uncle said, smiling and standing up. When his eyes fell on Xiaoyun and Uncle's face, I saw Uncle's gloomy face, and in that instant, Uncle's expression changed rapidly, as if he wanted to tear Xiaoyun apart.

  Xiao Yun and the old man stood beside the pitch-black coffin, where Xiao Yun had lived for the past three years. She slept in the coffin every night, unable to leave this abandoned temple.

  Uncle stepped on the withered branches and leaves blown by the wind, he moved forward, Xiaoyun and Uncle retreated, Uncle walked forward again...

  I saw Xiaoyi looking thoughtful, her expression already had a female corpse-like appearance.

  "Leave this body immediately, I won't trouble you." The uncle finally stood still, looking at Xiaoyun in front of the coffin.

  Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment, then began to frown, her eyes looking somewhat terrifying.

  I was going to tell Uncle, but he interrupted me.

  "I know you're a medium, and I've also heard Xiaoyun's great-grandmother say that your abilities are very powerful in both the yin and yang realms. But Xiaoyun borrowing her body must have had a reason." The uncle looked somewhat helpless on his face, but he didn't show any fear, just a faint sense of panic, and wasn't worried that Uncle would take back my body.

  Could it be that Xiaoyun's power is so strong that she doesn't even take Uncle Ah, a naturally gifted medium, seriously?

  For the first time, I started worrying about Uncle Ah!

  Although I have always believed so about Uncle, looking at Uncle's back standing with his hands behind him, I actually fell in love with the man who raised me to adulthood.

  How afraid I am of losing the man I love, with more than one enigma on him. His deal with a 180-year-old old woman made me escape from Yīn Pó, and not even allowed me to mention Liú Xì Jūn, who is ā Shū exactly?

  No matter who Uncle is, I have truly and genuinely fallen in love with him, the only man under the sky that makes my heart skip a beat.

  "All consequences must have a cause. The hardships Xiaoyi is experiencing in this life are repayment for the karma she accumulated in her past lives."

  I looked at Uncle Ah, this is the Buddhist law, isn't it that every person has a past life and present life? In her previous life, Xiaoyun owed someone a debt, and in this life she was asked to pay it back, dying unjustly.

  If it's like this, then what about me? I was born without a father or mother in this life. Did I also commit some kind of mistake in my previous life?

  "Hmph, you're a wicked debt collector, great medium, do you think I'd believe you?" Xiaoyun walked out from behind the uncle, now completely fearless.

  "This is fate, whether or not you believe you can choose." The uncle's words were still as light as ever, in the same tone, with nothing but indifference on his face.

  Even resentment, there isn't any. That's it. Why should Uncle be resentful? All the grievances people have, aren't they all in this instant? If one can think past them in an instant, then they won't exist as thoughts anymore. Uncle is that kind of person, he doesn't feel sorrow or grievance, and views everything very lightly.

  Now he is just helping me get my body back.

  Xiao Yi retorted to Uncle Ah's words, "Others may believe you, but I don't."

  I saw Uncle's smile at the corner of his mouth, which showed a hint of eeriness under the red light of the candle.

  "Xiao Yun, those three people, they have already received their retribution. As a vengeful spirit, you made them receive the retribution they deserved. Except for being scared to death themselves, they have lost everything and their families are broken."

  Xiao Yun let out a cold snort, "Don't tell me about family destruction and death, they deserved it." After she finished speaking, her chest was heaving rapidly with each breath, and fresh blood seeped out from the left side of her chest again - my blood.

  Uncle also seemed to have seen it.

  "They all deserve to die, I'm dead, didn't my grandma fall down and not get up because of me? I pity the person who killed me, so who will pity me? They all deserve to die, deserve to die..." Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and roared at Uncle Ah.