The snowman's mournful cry began to echo throughout the valley. He seemed to know that his life was not long, so he could only cry softly. The tears he cried flowed down his cheeks little by little, turned into huge ice balls, and rolled down to the ground.

The mournful sound of the snowman could be heard all around. Those who heard the sound shed tears. Qin Mu had finished singing the witchcraft song and turned his head away, unable to bear to continue reading.

The snowman's body was covered with thunder and lightning, all of which suddenly lit up. Under the stunned eyes of a group of people, the snowman was shrouded in white lightning. This kind of lightning tightly enveloped the snowman's whole body, and there was a deafening crackle.

After the sound, with a "bang", the whole ground seemed to shake.

Qin Mu quickly raised his eyes and looked over.

I saw the entire snowman turned into huge ice blocks under the bombardment of thunder and lightning. These ice blocks fell to the ground in various directions. It was just like a real snowman. The radish was a huge carrot and the body was made of snow.

Made of lumps and teeth made of huge stone flakes, these things were all scattered on the ground, becoming a meaningless pile.

Qin Mu's memories were brought up and tears filled her eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" Honglian couldn't help but ask.

"This snowman is exactly the same as the one Chonghua and I built. Even the materials used are the same, but it's not that big." Qin Mu, who was always calm, said with excitement.

"Well," Honglian squinted at the pile of snow and responded instinctively. She didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she gritted her teeth and tried to change the subject: "Who asked you to sing Step by Step to Live Lotus?

of?"

"Uh..." Qin Mu scratched his head: "I just hope he doesn't come over."

"Nima, everyone can't move, you are quite capable?" Honglian couldn't help but said: "What are you thinking about?"

Qin Muze was frozen in place because of his own unintentional words and his incomplete memory, which suddenly reminded him of the past.

It was after Bai Sanyan's accident that Qin Mu's memory lost part of the Chonghua seal, causing his memory to be disordered. Some things couldn't be remembered at all. About a year after Bai Sanyan's accident,

Chonghua was immersed in that kind of grief, but during the Chinese New Year the next year, Chonghua happily made a snowman with Qin Mu.

The snowman looked exactly like the one now. When Chonghua asked Qin Mu why he didn't do anything to the snowman, Qin Mu's answer was that he didn't want the snowman to leave him.

So Chonghua signed a spirit-serving contract with this snowman with his own blood.

Wu Zhu's spirit-serving contract can contract with dead objects, which requires the blood of Wu Zhu himself to make the contract. Therefore, when contracting with dead objects, it is not called a spirit-serving contract, but a spirit-giving contract. To put it bluntly, it is "

I will give you a life" means.

The dead creature after making a spirit-granting contract will have a certain level of consciousness, a very simple one.

"I remembered," Qin Mu suddenly shouted, looking very excited: "This snowman is Chonghua's serving spirit!"

Suzaku had just fallen from the air. Hearing Qin Mu's words, Suzaku's mind was a little unclear after being affected by thousands of things before. But when he heard such "rebellious and unethical" language again, he almost fell down on the ground.

On the ground.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhuque was furious: "If he is Chonghua's servant, how come he is here?"

"Then how do you explain that this thing is exactly the same as the one in my memory?" Qin Mu couldn't help but say.

"Perhaps your memory is wrong?" Zhuque asked, looking at Qin Mu with contempt: "Don't forget, your original memory was not complete."

When the sore point was mentioned, Qin Mu laughed angrily: "Really? My memory is not complete, so what is yours?"

"You..." How could Suzaku's violent temper allow people who disobey her to exist? Qin Mu retorted, and she was so angry that she could not speak.

"Okay," Honglian looked at both parties without curiosity and said, "Stop arguing, let me tell you something, I have indeed seen this thing."

"Are you following this guy and telling lies with your eyes open?" Suzaku said angrily, almost making a decision.

"Do you stay at home longer or do I stay at home longer?" Honglian didn't even bother to raise her eyelids, and didn't even bother to continue arguing with Suzaku. She just said it to death: "You usually stay at home.

More time in the cellar or more time in the cellar?

Don’t I know how many servants Chonghua has? At the beginning, Chonghua took the initiative to give life to this snowman, but the snowman given by Chonghua was not that big at all, less than one meter high, just because Qin Mu said at the time

Not wanting Snowman to leave, Chonghua just stayed here."

"Humph, nonsense, why haven't I seen it before?" Zhuque didn't believe it at all: "Besides, how could Chonghua do such a meaningless move?"

"That's not meaningless." Honglian asked calmly: "Do you think everyone is as heartless and meaningless as you?"

What else did Suzaku want to say, but Qin Mu was stunned by what he said. Not only Suzaku was stunned, but Honglian was also stunned.

"Could Chonghua be the King of Feathers?" Qin Mu had a sudden thought and suddenly said this.

Honglian raised her right hand, as if she wanted to slap it directly, but then put it down and said angrily: "How is that possible?"

"How is it impossible?" Qin Mu frowned and said, "Tell me why it is impossible? Moreover, if Chonghua is King Yu, then all the problems can be explained."

Honglian and Suzaku looked at each other without saying anything. When they looked at Qin Mu, their faces were filled with doubts and the same disdain.

The topic of Qin Mu is really a fantasy.

"Don't look at me like this." Qin Mu confirmed eagerly: "Think about it, if King Yu had not died at all back then, and besides, all the rumors and history did not mention King Yu's life and death, then assuming that he

That’s how I survived until now.”

"Nima, are you too imaginative?" Suzaku was stunned by Qin Mu's words, but Honglian just frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What? You think it's impossible?" Qin Mu smiled with an inscrutable look on his face: "Why not? Was King Yu's era an era of gods and demons? Was it an era where you could meet gods and goddesses just by saying hello?

?If so, does King Yu have the ability to survive until now?"

"If he lived to this day and became the disciple of the thirteenth generation Wu Zhu, then he could explain clearly why Snowman, the serving spirit, would appear here." Qin Mu clicked on the Snowman lying on the ground and there was no more Snowman.

A pile of snow in the shape of a tree, he said lightly.

"Impossible." Hong Lian smiled brightly: "Qin Mu, there is something wrong with your memory. You may have forgotten that after the snowman resisted the harm of a demon for you, he has been healing his wounds in the cellar.

Today, I haven't recovered yet. At that time, when you had a snowman, it was like having a toy, inseparable and like a brother."

"But after that time, the snowman was seriously injured and couldn't come out. In addition, it was a humble snow. If it weren't for Chonghua's soul-giving contract and the subsequent soul-fixing, I'm afraid the snowman would have died long ago.

Annihilated." Honglian said with a smile: "Chonghua sealed your memory about Bai Sanyan, so most of your memories are disordered."
Chapter completed!