Before I could say anything, I noticed that she was staring at the wound on my body. She didn't feel scared, her eyes were still staring. That's right, what kind of wound has she never seen in that job? What am I?

These marks and wounds on his body...... Just like my grandmother's...... 'This sentence in her head made my eyes bigger than hers in amazement. She certainly wasn't talking about the tattoos on my hands, and their old lady certainly didn't have them. I can only talk about the marks left by my injuries when I was in the shadows. Of course, I can only pretend to be stupid at this time; Quickly pick up the T-shirt that I bought before and put it on the sofa that I had not removed:

"I'm sorry, I'm used to being alone, and I always don't wear a shirt and hang around at home."

And she just looked at me quietly: 'This person...... Ever since I saw him in the store, I thought this person was reassuring; It's like a black whirlpool that sucks people in. And now you see that he has the same marks on his body as his grandmother? Could he also ask God? ’

I was drinking water and almost choked on this sentence in her head. God, please? I'm not a fairy, is her grandmother doing this? Extrapolating backwards at this age, it is very likely. The culture, technology, and information of that era were completely different from those of today; When a loved one is gone, there is no other way to distract yourself. I can only tell myself some information through Xian'er's various invitations to the gods or through the yin, before I scoffed at these things, and after being yin, I knew that there were indeed people who could pass the yin; But most of them are just charlatans. But now she gave me a message that her grandmother had such marks on her; It shows that her grandmother has really touched the underworld.

But she quietly went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then went back to the living room, pulled up my sleeve, and tore the plastic wrap I wrapped around my arm. A small bottle of alcohol was pulled out of the pouch, along with some paste-like medicine; Skillfully helped me with my previous wounds. But her mind is not as calm as she seems:

He's so healing. If an injury of this magnitude had been replaced by someone else, he would have been admitted to the emergency department for a blood transfusion. This wound exploded from the inside out, what exactly did he experience? ’

The marks on his body are the same as those on his grandmother's, and every time his grandmother is injured, they appear on his body. But the color is not so dark, and it is not so big. And the ones he painted seemed to look like he had really seen ghosts, and he could communicate with people over there. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as his grandmother, so he was so badly injured. ’

'Didn't he feel any pain?' I didn't even frown when I wiped it with alcohol......

When she had finished cleaning up and went to wash her hands, I looked up at the gauze-wrapped arm; An undertaker studying medicine came to bandage the wounds of a ghost-painted ghost...... This identity background can also match. When she sat down, I immediately smiled:

"Thank you, the craftsmanship is really good. If it weren't for you, I'd be in a hurry again. ”

'You're very determined, you didn't move when I disinfected you with alcohol just now. She had apparently typed this sentence when she had just washed her hands.

I can only talk about other things, like: if I am too nervous, it will hurt more. She seemed to have made a lot of determination, and re-typed a few words and handed them to me:

'Who the hell are you?' You are by no means an ordinary person. ’

When I was tending to the wound just now, I knew she would ask that. In fact, she is so delicate, she must have the answer in her heart. Just wait for me to confirm it, and someone so cautious as she will take the initiative to ask; Maybe it had something to do with her grandmother.

"Hah, a lot of people say that. How could a normal person draw such a picture? I've also tried to paint in other styles, but it's like this again as I paint. Isn't there a legend that anyone who writes horror novels or spends all day doing things with these things will come across those things to a greater or lesser extent? I didn't encounter anything, but sometimes I feel like I can't do anything......" I said as she kept typing, giving me the illusion that she was taking notes; But before I could finish, she handed me the phone:

'I know that you don't want people to know who you are; My grandmother is like that, do you know her? After making sure I had read the text, she pulled out a picture of the old woman from her purse. I took it and looked at it, and I felt that the person in this photo was alive.

Suddenly, the old man in the photo smiled at me, almost scaring the photo away. When I looked closely, the photo didn't move at all. Miai doesn't seem to have seen this scene, if only I can see it, it means that her grandmother has not been reincarnated yet, and there is a trace of obsession in the photo, as if to protect her granddaughter. Thinking of this, I quietly injected my own ghost energy into the photo. A woman's voice really appeared in my head:

"Little friend, I am Xiao Ai's grandmother. Please forgive me for being abrupt, and thank you for letting the ghost cha protect Xiao Ai. With all due respect, I would like to ask: Who are you? It's a ghost. The breath you injected just now has the breath of our ghost town, and you must also know yin and yang, and you are really terrible at a young age. If you want to bully my granddaughter, I will come to you. ”

"Mother-in-law, Yinji: Suiyin."