Chapter 673: Came Into The Dream

The uncle’s words were very heavy. Hearing that, Mo Yixuan paled instantly, his whole face turned white without any trace of blood. He could even feel his heart twitching, as if the blood were flowing backwards in his body.

“What?” He looked at her uncle with a shocked and doubtful look.

Uncle just sighed helplessly, and then continued.

“I recently dreamed of Xiyan twice. In the dream, she was drenched all over. She told me she was cold and asked me to burn clothes for her.”

Saying so, the uncle closed his old eyes slightly. Some tears could be vaguely seen shining around the corners of his eyes. Although he did not many feelings toward this niece, he indeed felt pity upon thinking that his brother’s whole family died.

As if struck by lightning, Mo Yixuan was stiff there, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, even the same with the hand holding Yuanyuan.

“Dad…” Yuanyuan seemed to feel something wrong with his dad, then called dad instantly.

The uncle lit a cigarette at this time. He stepped back, waved to Mo Yixuan and said.

“Boy, go back. Don’t come here again.”

After that, the uncle turned around.

Mo Yixuan suddenly stepped forward and pulled the uncle’s sleeve.

He seemed anxious and frightened, even more so than he was just now in front of the grave.

“Tell me, uncle, why are you so sure that she’s passed away? Why did you dream like that?”

Even if the legend was true that the dead could come into the dreams of the people alive, then why hadn’t he dreamed of Yanyan these days, not even once?

Pulled by Mo Yixuan, the uncle could only turn back. His eyesight became more sorrowful. After a pause, he said, “Five days ago, after dreaming of Xiyan, I went to Taishang Temple and found one of the best fortune-tellers here. I gave him Xiyan’s time of birth, and the fortune-teller said only a few words.”

“What is it?” Mo Yixuan opened his eyes wide. He did not believe in ghosts and god, yet now he would not let go any trace of hope he could find.

“The old man said that he would not foretell the fate of the deceased.”

Saying this, the uncle shook his head again, sadness showing on his face without any concealment. He looked at the old houses in front of him, which were his brother’s. They, however, had already become empty ones, and now, were even haunted.

“Go back.” He waved to Mo Yixuan again. “Don’t bring your child here anymore. Don’t let the child get tainted with Yin Qi.”

Mo Yixuan’s face was as pale and white as snow, and he felt that his heart was beginning to freeze in his chest. He looked at the uncle’s fading back. What grief in his body aroused was not tears, but a long silence.

He bit his white lips. At this moment, he felt as if a thousand sharp blades were stirring inside his body, the pain of which made him tremble all over.

He just stood in front of the dilapidated house, motionless. Under the sun, he looked worse and worse.

Completely at a loss over had happened, Yuanyuan could not understand a word said by the grandfather just now. Seeing his dad ignoring him, he walked to the front of the abandoned house, squatted on the stairs. He pulled grass from the ground, teasing the ants crawling on the ground with that.

“Little bug.” Yuanyuan murmured as he poked. Not knowing what kind of insect they were, he simply felt that they were funny.

He didn’t even know that from now on, he would never see his mother again.