Though it felt strange to believe in her own father as a god,
Li Sui did not mind. On the contrary, she thought it was better this way. It meant her father was watching over her at all times.
"Dad!! Wait for me, I'll come back! I'll see you again as Li Sui! I swear!!!"
After Li Sui spoke those words joyfully, the rationality she had gained through possession began to gain the upper hand. No matter what happened, one could not only consider the good outcome and ignore the bad.
No matter how unlikely it was, she still had to prepare a backup plan in case of failure.
But Li Sui clearly resisted this rational way of thinking. She wanted to be like she had been before, simply thinking of the good side of everything.
After turning it over and over in her mind, Li Sui lowered her head to look at the tiny Clay Statue in her hand. With a trace of grievance in her voice, she said, "If... if by then I... if I'm no longer myself, then I'll secretly hide away and not tell you. At least then, Dad, you won't be sad for me, and your heart won't hurt so much."
"Li Sui! Soul, Return!" With a whoosh, Li Huowang, dressed in sackcloth and mourning clothes, hurled white round-holed paper money high into the air. It drifted down onto the soul banner behind him and onto the black-lacquered coffin with its oversized head.
Beside him, Bai Lingmiao, her eyes red from weeping, held a red string and silently followed behind. At the other end of the string was a piece of flesh—Li Huowang's flesh, which Li Sui had once loved to eat most.
This was a custom of Great Liang. After someone died, their favorite