Chapter 92: The Memories of the Ancestors

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Looking down at the pitiable Shuaishuai, Xia Xin thought of his skeleton being dug up from the ground and felt extremely distressed.

He turned to Jiangli and couldn't resist saying, "Ancestor, could you help and let Shuaishuai see his parents one more time?"

Jiangli turned her head and said indifferently, "Humans and ghosts walk different paths. The more they see each other, the more attachments they'll accumulate. Going there won't be that smooth. Such matters, I believe, the old Taoist should have taught you."

Xia Xin: "...He did teach me, but..." He felt sorry for the child in his arms and looked at Shuaishuai, then gritted his teeth and said, "But Ancestor, Shuaishuai is still a child, and he died so pitifully. Can't we help?"

Jiangli looked at Xia Xin's pleading gaze, paused for a second as if she saw someone familiar.

But she couldn't remember who that person was or where she had seen them.

A feeling of melancholy washed over her.