"She probably heard that you came back alone, and she was afraid that something would happen to you, so someone came to save you. The black image was like flowing water, flowing out of the wall, flowing into a puddle of black smoke in front of Mrs. Yan, although it was constantly surging, it would not dissipate.

And it seems to be very uneasy, this home is also a home for it, its reluctance to this home, in fact, is not much smaller than Mrs. Yan, after all, it is really very difficult to find such a place to repair itself, otherwise it will not be wandering for so many years and still just a black shadow, can only hide in the wall to survive.

"I saw her arguing with the soldiers guarding the door, and she insisted on rushing in, ignoring anything. The black shadow sighed: "Just like you, you have no head and no brain, no square inch at all, no strategy at all." ”

Mrs. Yan smiled bitterly, the child she conceived and gave birth to in October, the child she had worked so hard to raise must be the same as her, and she must be as stupid as she is.

"You protect her, as long as you are willing to protect her safety, I will promise you any conditions. Mrs. Yan calculated the time, it was almost too late, and their time was running out.

"Is it okay if I want all of her memories of you?" asked the Black Shadow, "You and Lord Yan, she will forget everything." The shadow repeated.

"Yes, instead of letting her live in pain, it is better to let her forget everything about us and start over, but you have to protect her and protect her for the rest of her life. Mrs. Yan immediately took over. She looked at the shadow, as if trying to find a pair of eyes to stare at, or a face to trust.

I don't know if it's because of her gaze, from the dark shadow really conjured up a man, wide robe and big sleeves, deep eyes, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, hard lines, Mrs. Yan looked at him, her eyes were red, if there was anyone else in this world who could make her trust, except for her husband Lord Yan, there was only the owner of this appearance.

The man looked down at his body, looked at his face in Mrs. Yan's bronze mirror, and nodded with satisfaction: "This appearance is not bad." ”

"You will protect her for the rest of your life. Mrs. Yan said in a hoarse voice. The man nodded solemnly, turned into a black shadow and disappeared into the wall, in fact, how could he not want to protect Mrs. Yan, but after so many years of relying on the warmth of the Yan family to recuperate, the ability to raise it back can only protect one Yan Ruyu, and Mrs. Yan has already made up his mind, he can only choose to protect Yan Ruyu.

A terrible scream rang out from outside the door, and then they heard crackling footsteps, a clangling knock on the door, all kinds of noises mingling, and then the door was smashed open from the outside.

Through the gap between the soldiers who rushed over, Mrs. Yan saw the soldiers lying on the ground outside, holding their stomachs and wailing, serious and dying, she sneered and did not say a word. The man in the wall sighed: "If the doctor is a killer, he really doesn't know the ghost and can't prevent it." ”

"Although the healers are benevolent and all beings are equal, they are not sentient beings, they are demons. She stood proudly, as if the swords that had broken through the door were not coming at her, as if the swords had pierced her body, as if her soul had been separated from her body and that she had no pain at all.

Her eyes fell on Yan Ruyu at the back of the crowd, her daughter was running in from outside, those soldiers had drunk her medicine, the bull head and horse noodles had already begun to harvest them, and no one cared about Yan Ruyu behind her.

When she saw the man, she didn't know what method she used, trapping Yu'er, as if it was an invisible barrier, a bubble, locking her firmly.

Mrs. Yan is relieved, Zhang Ji will definitely cure those patients, there are senior brothers here, Zhang Ji will not be left alone, Yu'er is also safe, she can finally unload the burden on her shoulders, go away, and follow her husband, is he still waiting for him at Nai He Bridge, Meng Po soup, please wait a while and then drink.

Mrs. Yan closed her eyes and left peacefully.

Yan Ruyu didn't know how long she had been asleep, when she woke up, she was wearing a goose-yellow skirt, and there was a very resolute but handsome man in front of her.

She knocked on her forehead, but the whole person was still very dizzy, and looked around, it seemed to be a pharmacy, with a half curtain at the door, and there were big medicine words on it. It was the counter that was a little deserted, and she slept on a chaise longue in the counter, with a blanket scented of medicine on her body.

"Who am I?" she asked.

"Yan Ruyu. "The man doesn't like to talk.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

"Xiao Xiaoxiao. The man said.

Jiang Wuyun received a strange commission.

The client was a middle-aged man, very greasy in appearance, and the strange thing he wanted to investigate was that he always lived the same day, no matter how many calendars he tore up, no matter how many marks he made, no matter how many knots he tied, every time he woke up, his memory remained the night before.

No matter how many things he did on this day, as long as he woke up from a sleep, he would forget everything that happened today and only stay on what happened the day before.

Even if he doesn't sleep and waits all night, he won't remember what he did that day, but he remembers exactly what happened the day before, and there is nothing wrong with that.

He didn't know it originally, but there is always a mark on life, he has paid for living expenses, gas and water bills, telephone bills, he works, and he doesn't need to remember many things for his daily repetitive manual labor, but his salary will be recorded, and no matter how dull he is, he will find that something is wrong.

What's more, he can only remember the events up to this day on February 14th, because on this day, something strange happened, and the memory of this day is so confusing that he does not dare to recall it, and it is very difficult to wake up every morning, and there is a kind of pain that wants to die immediately.

He wanted to turn the page, but the memory dragged him back every day, not for him to enjoy, but very confused, trapped to the extreme torture, he really couldn't bear it anymore, no matter what method he used, he had to solve the problem.

This middle-aged man's surname is Wang, one of the most populous surnames, of course, this is just a code name, the kind of thing where many people live together, it has been rare in cities these years, even in a very small city like Linhai City.

Mr. Wang's distress made Jiang Wuyun very mad: "Sir, I think you should go to see a psychiatrist. He didn't directly ask Mr. Wang to check his brain, he was already very face-saving, for the sake of Mr. Wang's face that he was willing to pay for it.