It seems that there is some reason for my parents to be afraid of the old witch, but I am not afraid of her.
Parents must still not believe in the existence of perverts, but the old witch may not, and with my current status, she must have nothing to do with me.
This also gave me a little bit of confidence, at least when I asked these doubts in my heart, I didn't need to be timid.
I am also very satisfied with my parents' decision. They didn't rush to take me there tomorrow, but chose next week.
Obviously, they wanted me to have some time to rest and buffer.
That night, in the dead of night, the pervert was lying beside me, and I curled up in his arms, but I was thinking about something else.
"Hua'er, what are you thinking?"
"Sex ghost, how about you say that I will use my backtracker ability to help more people in the future?"
The pervert obviously did not allow me to do this. He knocked on my head and said in disapproval: "Hua'er, it's not that I don't allow it, but that this ability is linked to your own psychological endurance."
"The Patriarch of the An family also told you that a person with the same ability as you once endured too much darkness and sadness, and finally became a lunatic. I will not allow this to happen to you."
I sat on his lap, and what flashed through my mind were the faces of people who died before my eyes.
With tears in his eyes, Kurosawa Yuri looked at me happily, showing a satisfied and regretless smile, and I felt an impulse in my heart to continue.
"After the little one is born, your ability to look back will become weaker and weaker over time, and you will eventually become an ordinary person."
After the pervert said it, I opened my eyes and raised my head: "Is what you said true?"
He nodded at me.
"Hua'er, the ability to go back is because you have a ghost-suppressing order in your body. Although the ghost-suppressing order leaves your body, you still have his energy in your body, but you are not an exorcist family after all, and you have no ability to learn to retain this power. , so when the power of the ghost suppressing power in your body passes away, you will regain your status as an ordinary person."
For some reason, I used to hate this identity so much, I even wanted to throw away the red jade bracelet on my wrist, and I gradually got used to the days when I could see ghosts.
Occasionally, I meet a few lonely ghosts who have lost their way, and ask An Ning to send them back to the underworld, and practice a hand by the way.
These have become everyday.
At this time, I was not used to hearing the lecherous ghost say that my ability to go back will disappear someday in the future, and I may never see those ghosts again in the future.
No, it is more appropriate to say that I am reluctant.
I am not willing to give up at all, even though all the things I have experienced have tragic and sad endings, but there are many touching places hidden in them, which move me the most.
The girl in white's love for her child, Lin Miaomiao and Mao Mao's mother-child relationship, Zhang's parents' apology for their son, Tan Haoran's love for Qiao Hui, etc., are too many, and I can't forget them.
They seem to be engraved in my mind, and I will never forget them in my life.
It is also these touches that make me want to continue to use the ability of backtracking to help more dead souls, as well as their relatives and friends who are still alive.
The pervert seems to have seen my thoughts, sighed, held my arm, lowered his eyes, touched the red jade bracelet with his fingers, and a trace of red light that I couldn't see penetrated into it and flowed into it. Inside me, and I don't know it.
"Hua'er, don't think about it yet, take a good rest. Aren't you going to meet the witch you are talking about next week? Keep your spirits up. I will be by your side for the next week."
His head rubbed against mine, a sense of security wrapped around me.
I eliminated all the distracting thoughts in my mind, nodded, and gradually fell asleep in his arms.
…
With no idea how many classes I skipped, I was, as I expected, out of touch.
When I went back to the class, I found that my professional class had progressed to the point where I couldn't understand it at all, which was very difficult for me.
However, one night this week, when I was sitting in front of the computer, scratching my head and face with the big homework, Ye Yao knocked on my door.
"Rong Hua, you haven't come to many classes, will you do the big homework? How about we do it together, and you can ask me if you don't understand."
She said to me enthusiastically, at this moment, my heart seemed to be beaten by something, and she happily took her arm and said, "Okay, come in."
Since we helped Ye Yao's family, she has expressed her gratitude to me many times. Even if we meet after that, we are still a few steps away from each other. Usually, when we meet, we just nod and say hello, and there will not be too much communication. .
I never expected that she would treat me like this.
Let my heart, very warm, go straight to my eyes, sore my nose, my eyes.
This week, I was naturally busy catching up with the course progress, and Ye Yao also lent me her notes to copy, explaining the knowledge points of each lesson to me one by one.
My brain is still up to scratch. In the last professional class on Friday, I could barely use the supplementary knowledge to understand the new content in the class, and I am even more grateful to Ye Yao.
A busy week feels like it flies by. When Saturday comes, I will go back to my hometown with my parents.
The pervert followed me, and the journey back to my hometown was quite long. The whole family drove there without taking other means of transportation.
We set off early in the morning before dawn, and it was already afternoon when we arrived at Menjie Village.
When I stepped into the village, I felt the aura of Yin Qi, but this level of Yin Qi can no longer help me. After all, the Ghost Suppressing Order has grown a lot, and now he can completely resist this intensity of Yin Qi gas.
The pervert frowned.
"The gate of ghosts is still not completely closed. It seems that we must wait for the order to suppress ghosts to be fully restored before we can close the gate of ghosts."
When we returned to the village, the village head came to welcome us, and there were many other villagers.
However, those villagers looked at me very strangely, with surprise, doubt, and even fear.
When a mother-in-law who seemed to like to gossip noticed my stomach, she jumped up from the ground like crazy, pointed at my stomach with trembling fingers, and screamed: "Look! What a crime! ! Ghost fetus!"
"Ah! Really, look at her, she has a big belly, she married a ghost, and she is pregnant with a ghost child!"
As soon as the pervert heard a few shrews yelling, he got serious and wanted to teach them a lesson, so I hurriedly stopped him.
If something goes wrong now, won't the ghost fetus and "ghost's wife" they talk about come true
No matter what they say, I don’t live here, and the people here are relatively closed, and they don’t have much contact with the outside world. No matter what they say, no matter how they spread it, it’s all in the village, so as long as we leave, we can do whatever they say. will not affect us.
"Let them talk, I will not lose a piece of meat."
I whispered to the pervert, and he held back his anger. Seeing this, I was very relieved.
For me, his temper really changed a lot.
Grandparents also came to welcome us, but when I saw them, I didn't have a good face.
After all, they were the ones who used tricks to send me into the black room and performed that ceremony. Even if I said I didn't hate them, I couldn't completely forgive them.
"Xiao Hua..."
Grandma was about to step forward to hug me, but I took a step back, widening the distance between me and her, without showing any emotion on my face.
There was a look of injury on the faces of grandparents and grandparents, and a look of sadness on the two old faces.
"Xiaohua!"
Seeing this scene, my parents called out my name with some dissatisfaction, but soon, they seemed to understand something, their faces became very embarrassed and ugly, and finally they could only smooth things over.
"We came back today to find the old witch." Dad said.
"Mother-in-law already knows that you will come, let me take you there." The village chief stroked his beard, and when he saw me, his eyes were full of meaning when he saw me.
"It's time for the village chief."
My parents can't wait to take me away from here as soon as possible. After all, there are some women in the mountain village around me. Just gossiping can make us feel bad all day. There is no entertainment in a small place, and judging others has become their daily life. One of entertainment.
It can bring them a lot of fun.
The village chief probably also knew that my existence would cause quite a stir in this peaceful village. It was best for me to get out of the sight of the villagers as soon as possible, so he took the three of us and left quickly.
He turned around and took us to the door of a very dilapidated thatched cottage.
We have been away from home for so many years, and this village has not changed much. Some paths and some fields are exactly the same as I remember, not familiar.
"I'll take you here, you go in quickly."
After the village chief finished speaking, he turned and left impatiently, leaving us alone standing on the ground and looking at each other.
The yard is very clean. The wooden door of the thatched house is closed tightly. There are two strings of metal ornaments hanging on the two door knockers. They don’t know what they are used for. They look like bells, but if you look closely, they look a bit like origami made of tinfoil.
The moment we stepped into the yard, an old but powerful voice came from the house.
This voice is full of penetrating power, as if it is not separated from the wooden door, but directly in front of us, it is extremely clear.
"Lord Yan Wang, we finally meet."
A gust of wind came, and the sound entered our ears as if riding the wind.
The door opened, and the hanging decoration on the door made a crisp sound that sounded like a bell, but not like a bell. An old man with white hair and plain clothes came out.
Black hair was mingled with pale strands, and the lines on her face made her face look crumpled.
Those dark eyes were fixed on my side.
That is where the pervert stands.