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He Wenzhi's brows frowned unconsciously when he heard Wang Daochang's words.

Voluntary death, Wang Daochang also said just now, it will naturally ascend into the sky, and there is almost no possibility of becoming a wandering ghost.

Because the ghosts in this world have feelings of resentment and hatred before they die, or they are unwilling and attached to them, they will become ghosts and stay in the world.

This is also the reason why some ghosts in this world can save them as long as they solve their last wishes.

Of course, this is said to be formed naturally, and becoming a ghost does not rule out the possibility of external interference.

For example, some people maliciously arrest their souls, or some ghosts kill people to control their souls, and so on.

Just like the faceless woman back then, and the woman in Guangming Village this time, they all killed people and firmly controlled the ghost after death in their own hands.

Therefore, voluntary death without grievances can make sense, but it is not completely clear, and there are some contradictions.

He Wenzhi suddenly wondered, what if an accident happened at the moment when Huang Xiaoyan died, causing her to be resentful, or unwilling to be attached to it?

If so, what would this sudden accident be?

As for the second argument of "purification", He Wenzhi thinks this is unlikely.

Because even if Huang Xiaoyan just turned into a ghost, and the grievances on his body were immediately purified.

But after that?

In this world, some fierce ghosts, they have to experience the experience of death at that time three more times every day.

Every time you experience it, resentment and hostility will inevitably increase.

So, is it possible that someone comes to purify Huang Xiaoyan's grievances every day?

And during the time when she met Huang Xiaoyan, she herself said that she did repeat the near-death experience three times a day, but she had never seen resentment or hostility in her body.

It wasn't until she was brought home by He Wenzhi and became the spirit behind that she was able to avoid the death experience three times a day.

Therefore, He Wenzhi feels that this second argument is unlikely, and it can basically be ruled out.

The last one is about amnesia.

Her amnesia is probably caused by the manipulation of her soul?

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi's brow furrowed even tighter.

Will it really be like this?

Who did it then? Or even to say...that existence that hands and feet...is it a human being?

Mainly I think of the first reason, that is, there is no grievance, hostility is likely to be caused by voluntary death.

Under normal circumstances, the souls that voluntarily die will not turn into ghosts, but will go directly to heaven.

It's like the rules of this world.

Unless something unexpected happens inside, there are other reasons.

After all, wanting to be a ghost can also be caused by external factors.

Thinking about it this way, can it be related to the amnesia caused by the movement of the hands and feet?

Huang Xiaoyan died voluntarily, and then an accident occurred at the moment of his death, and his soul was hooked, and at the same time his soul was touched.

But why is this?

He Wenzhi is a little confused.

He hooked his soul and moved his hands and feet, and then why did he leave it there again?

If you want to say that you are restricted, you can't find a substitute, so you can't take it with you.

This is obviously impossible.

Why can you bring Huang Xiaoyan home, with the fascinating soul, and the ability to manipulate the soul, can it not be possible?

So, it's ecstasy again, and it's scheming with the soul, and the result is to leave it alone?

This really doesn't make sense.

But this is only his personal guess after all, it is hard to say whether it is really true or not.

He Wenzhi pondered inwardly for a while, then looked at Dao Wang through the mirror and asked, "Dao Dao Wang, are you sure about these three possibilities?"

Wang Daochang shook his head: "Not sure."

He asked: "..."

Not sure if you say a hammer!

Wang Daochang said again: "It's just that it's possible, but I'm not sure. It's mainly about this aspect of information. The ancient books uploaded by my ancestors don't record much, and it is said later that this kind of thing is almost impossible, unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"No." Wang Daochang shook his head: "This is written in the ancient books of the ancestor..."

He Wenzhi's mouth twitched. Wouldn't your ancestors always write novels? Still playing with suspense, right?

Through the mirror in the car, He Wenzhi glared at Wang Daochang.

Wang Daochang noticed the unkind gaze, and asked weakly, "Brother Q, what do you want to... why? I really said everything I found..."

"I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to throw you out, and then let you walk back to the spring market by yourself." He Wenzhi said casually.

Wang Dao grew up in shock, and pouted his ass: "Brother asked, this is impossible, absolutely impossible, you must not make such a joke, my **** is still swollen!"

"..."

He Wenzhi rolled his eyes and ignored him.

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A few hours later, when I arrived at the Spring Market, it was almost eleven o'clock at noon.

Daochang Wang went back alone, He Wenzhi parked the car and prepared to go upstairs with the black dog and Han Yuluo's ashes.

As soon as he reached the top of the stairs, the black dog barked, and at the same time he bit He Wenzhi's trouser leg to prevent him from going upstairs.

It raised its dog's head and stared closely at the top, as if its sight could penetrate the reinforced concrete floor.

Seeing it like this, He Wenzhi quickly understood.

This should be the presence of Huang Xiaoyan, right?

This is separated by four floors, and it's still in broad daylight. When the Yang Qi is so heavy, this can make the black dog notice that this dog is indeed very keen!

He Wenzhi touched its head: "Did you notice the breath of ghosts? Don't panic, it's your own."

When the dog heard this, he loosened his mouth and shook his head, seeming a little puzzled.

Han Yuluo's voice came from the urn: "You, have you raised other ghosts a long time ago?"

He Wenzhi looked around. Fortunately, there was no one at the stairway at this time.

So he nodded and said, "Yes."

Han Yuluo was silent for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Then...Does grandma know?"

He Wenzhi felt a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing..."

He Wenzhi felt a little strange, but couldn't tell where it was.

Is it abnormal for me to raise ghosts? It's not normal if I don't raise ghosts, right?

He glanced at the dog, then looked at the urn he was holding, and said: "Han Yuluo, no, no? No? Even the dog has noticed a ghost upstairs. You didn't feel at all just now. Bar?"

"I...you...!"

Han Yuluo was stunned to say a complete sentence, and finally gave a small hum, and stopped speaking.

He Wenzhi smiled and continued to move upstairs.

Just walked up to the fourth floor, just in time to see Han Yumeng walking out of her own home.

It's daytime, and it's usually daytime. As long as you haven't just encountered a ghost, and you're particularly scared, Han Yumeng will go back to his home.

Although she felt peeped before, the rabbit's problem was solved long ago. A few days have passed, and her emotions have gradually stabilized.

She saw He Wen upstairs with a slightly surprised expression.

"I'm coming back so soon! I thought you were going out for a day!"

Why ask: "???"

Han Yumeng tilted his head, slender fingers against his chin, and said curiously: "Didn't you wake me up at four or five o'clock in the morning and say you want to go out?"

Upon hearing this, He Wenzhi thought that Huang Xiaoyan should be pretending to be herself.

After all, the sun is coming out, she can't stay outside, and the sun during the day may affect her ghost blindness, so that's why I told Han Yumeng on purpose.

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi smiled: "Isn't this just going out to do these things, I'll be back when we're done."

Han Yumeng lowered his head and saw that a thin black dog came out from behind He Wenzhi.

Seeing this, she felt pity.

"What a poor dog, why has it become so thin." She looked up at He and asked: "This is a stray dog, right? You think it is pitiful, so adopt it, right?"

While she was talking, she petted the black dog.

It's just that people say it is a stray dog, which makes the dog a little unhappy.

If it hadn't felt the kindness from this girl, it would have been barking in protest.

He Wenzhi also rolled his eyes. This dog is indeed ridiculously thin, but it is not that he was not fed. During the few days in the village, my brother had regular feedings every day.

It is estimated that the reason why it is so thin is related to its own ability, but I don't know if it can gain weight in the future.

He Wenzhi said: "It has the owner's, okay! And, you are so small and thin, you will never be a stray too, right?"

Han Yumeng: "..."

She raised her head and looked curiously at the urn held by He Wenzhi.

"What is this?" she asked.

He Wenzhi took a look and replied, "Your sister."

"Ah? My sister?" Han Yumeng was taken aback, thinking strangely: "Do I have a sister?"

At this moment, a faint voice came from the urn.

"Mengmeng...I'm your sister..."

"what--!"

This sudden voice, I don't know why, gave Han Yumeng a cold and deep feeling. Perhaps this is the voice that normal people should have when they hear ghosts.

At this moment, she only felt that a gloomy chill came, not to mention her coldness, and her scalp was also tingling.

With fear on her face, she screamed, and at the same time she screamed, she hugged He Wenzhi tightly like an octopus.

I was frightened by the sense of voyeurism before. After these two days, my emotions finally stabilized, but the box turned out to say that it was her sister in a terrifying voice.

At this moment, Han Yumeng couldn't stand it anymore.

"The box...the box speaks...!"

"Didn't you say that you don't encounter ghosts during the day? Why...why..."

"Why do I always meet ghosts..."

At this time, Han Yumeng was scared to cry~www.readwn.com~ Han Yuluo in the urn was also a little at a loss, why did her sister cry?

She had no choice but to continue to comfort her.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng...what's wrong with you? I'm your sister! I'm really your sister.

I died when you were two, do you really remember nothing? "

"Wow!" Han Yumeng cried louder.

"Please, help me, help me... don't let the box talk anymore..."

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