Chapter 673: Dream

Uncle's words were very heavy. After hearing them, Mo Yixuan's face turned pale, a bloodless pale. He could feel his heart twitching, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backwards.

"What?" He looked at his uncle with a shocked and puzzled look.

Uncle just sighed helplessly, and then said:

"I dreamed of Xiyan recently, twice. In the dream, she was soaked. She told me that she was cold and asked me to burn clothes for her."

At this point, the uncle slightly closed his somewhat old eyes, and some tears could be seen in the corners of his eyes. Although he did not have much affection for his niece, he could not help feeling sad when he thought that his brother's family had died.

Mo Yixuan was struck by lightning. He froze there, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, and even the hand holding Yuanyuan began to tremble.

"Dad..." Yuanyuan seemed to feel that something was wrong with her father, and hurriedly called out twice.

At this time, the uncle lit a cigarette, took two steps back, waved at Mo Yixuan, and said:

"Young man, go back. Don't come here."

After that, the uncle turned around.

But at this time, Mo Yixuan suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the uncle's sleeve.

He seemed very anxious and scared, and this fear was even greater than when he was in front of the tomb just now.

"Uncle, tell me, why are you so sure that she is gone, why do you have such a dream?"

Even if the legendary dream really exists, why hasn't he dreamed of Yanyan these days. Not once.

The uncle saw that Mo Yixuan grabbed him again, so he could only turn back, and his eyes became even sadder at this time. After a pause, he said, "After dreaming about Xiyan five days ago, I went to the Taishang Temple to find the most powerful fortune teller here. I reported Xiyan's birth characters to him, and the fortune teller only said one sentence."

"What did you say?" Mo Yixuan opened his eyes wide. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now as long as there is a little hope of finding her, he will not let it go.

"The old man said: The deceased cannot be predicted by the birth characters."

At this point, the uncle shook his head again, and the sadness was undisguised on his face. He glanced at the old house in front of him. It was his brother's house, but the house had long been an empty house, and now it has become a haunted house.

"Go back." He waved to Mo Yixuan again. "Don't bring the child here. Don't let the child be affected by the Yin spirit."

Mo Yixuan's face was as pale as snow, and he felt his heart begin to freeze in his chest. He looked at the back of his uncle going away, and the grief in his body aroused no tears, but a long silence.

He bit his pale lips. It felt like thousands of sharp blades were cutting into his body, causing him to tremble with pain.

He just stood in front of the dilapidated house, motionless. In the sunlight, his face became uglier and uglier.

Yuanyuan didn't understand what happened at all. He didn't understand a word of what the grandfather said just now. Seeing that his father ignored him, he walked to the front of the dilapidated house, squatted on a step, pulled a small grass from the ground, and used the grass to poke the ants crawling on the ground.

"Little bug." Yuanyuan said as he poked the ants. He didn't know what kind of bug it was, but he thought it was fun.

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