While waiting for the buns to be steamed, Mo Qingchu couldn't help but raise his hands and rub his eyes.

After time travel, while in coma, he seemed to have had a long dream, and his memory merged with that of the original owner, Mo Qingchu.

He is now a fusion of two people and two souls.

He is still Mo Qingchu, but he is not just Mo Qingchu.

According to past memories, Mo Qingchu's eyes were fine before and he would never "evilify" the people around him.

"Is it because I traveled through time and my souls merged?"

"Is it because that damn black mist touched my forehead?" he thought in his mind.

After the buns came out of the cage, the two brothers sat down at the wooden table.

Just as Mo Shuli was about to reach out, he was slapped by Mo Qingchu: "It's hot."

He looked at his blind brother, got straight to the point, and said directly: "Grandpa, the village chief, told me that practitioners are coming to Baijia Village."

"Is he the kind of [preacher] you mentioned before, the kind that recruits new people?" Mo Shuli said.

"Yes." Mo Qingchu nodded.

"It's finally our turn in Baijia Village." Mo Shuli said softly.

After the two chatted for a few more words, Mo Qingchu handed the less hot bun to Mo Shuli.

The blind brother took the bun, squeezed it gently, and suddenly said: "Brother, do you really think that after death, people will enter reincarnation?"

"Probably." Mo Qingchu said.

This statement is very popular on the earth, and it is not only in China, but also in many countries.

But in this world, there has never been any theory of reincarnation.

The father of the two brothers passed away early, and their mother was also sucked out of life by the black mist.

When Mo Shuli was sad, Mo Qingchu would use the theory of reincarnation to comfort him.

At this moment, he held the bun and said to his younger brother with a smile: "Mom is three years old this year. She is a little kid. She must be very cute."
Chapter completed!