It seems that my parents are afraid of the old witch for a reason, but I am not afraid of her.

My parents definitely don't believe in the existence of perverts, but the old witch may not be, and with my current identity, she must be helpless against me.

This also gives me a little more confidence, at least when I ask these questions in my heart, I don't need to be afraid of the tail.

I was also very happy with my parents' decision, and they didn't rush to take me 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 lay beside me, and I curled up in his arms, but my mind was thinking about something else.

"Hua'er, what are you thinking?"

"Pervert, how about you say that I will use my ability as a backrunner to help more people in the future?"

The pervert obviously didn't agree to me doing this, he knocked on my head and disagreed: "Hua'er, it's not that I don't allow it, but this ability is linked to your own mental capacity. ”

"The head of the An family also told you that once a person with the same ability as you endured too much darkness and sorrow, and finally became a madman, I don't allow this kind of thing to happen to you."

I sat on his lap, and all that flashed to my mind were the faces of the dead before my eyes.

Yuri Kurosawa looked at me happily with tears in her eyes, and with a smile of satisfaction and no regrets, I felt an urge in my heart to continue.

"When the little one is born, your ability to backtrack will become weaker and weaker over time, and eventually you will become an ordinary person."

The pervert said, and I looked up with wide eyes: "Is what you said true?" ”

He nodded at me.

"Hua'er, the ability to go back is because you have a ghost suppression order in your body, although after the ghost suppression order leaves your body, there is still his energy in your body, but you are not a ghost exorcism family after all, and you have not learned the ability to retain this power, so when the power of the ghost suppression order in your body passes, you will return to the identity of an ordinary person."

For some reason, I used to hate this identity so much that I even wanted to throw away the red jade bracelet on my wrist, and I began to get used to the days when I could see ghosts.

Occasionally, I met a few lost lonely ghosts, and asked An Ning to send them back to the underworld to practice their hands by the way.

These have become a daily routine.

At this time, I was a little unaccustomed to hearing the pervert say that my ability to go back would disappear someday in the future, and that I might never see those ghosts again in the future.

No, to put it more appropriately, it is reluctant.

I am not reluctant at all, even if all the things I have experienced have a tragic and sad ending, but there are many touching places hidden in it, which make me the most moved.

The love of the girl in white for her child, the mother-son relationship between Lin Miaomiao and Mao Mao, the apology of Zhang's parents to their son, Tan Haoran's love for Qiao Hua, etc., there are too many, these are all things I can't forget.

They are etched in my mind, and I will never forget them for the rest of my life.

It is also these touches that make me want to continue to use the ability of backtracking to help more deceased souls, as well as their relatives and friends who are still alive.

The pervert seemed to see my thoughts, sighed, held my arm, eyes drooped, fingers caressed the red jade bracelet, a trace of red light that I could not see penetrated into it, and flowed into my body, without me knowing it.

"Hua'er, don't think about it first, take a good rest, aren't you going to see the witch in your mouth next week, take care of your spirits, and I will be by your side for the next week."

His head rubbed against mine, and a sense of security enveloped me.

I removed all the distractions from my mind, nodded, and fell asleep in his arms.

……

With I not knowing how many classes I skipped, I was disconnected, as I expected.

When I went back to class, I found that my major had progressed to a point where I didn't understand it at all, and it was hard for me.

However, one night this week, I was sitting in front of the computer, scratching my ears and cheeks at the big homework, and when I didn't know how to start, Ye Yao knocked on my door.

"Rong Hua, you haven't been in class for a long time, will you do your homework? Why don't we do it together, if you don't understand, you can ask me. ”

She said to me enthusiastically, and at this moment, my heart felt like something had been beaten, 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, and even if we meet later, we are separated by a few steps, and the most we usually meet is to nod and say hello, and there will be no too much communication.

I had no idea that she would treat me like this.

Let my heart, very warm, go straight to my eyes, sour my nose, my eyes.

This week, I was naturally busy with how to catch up with the progress of the course, and Ye Yao also borrowed her notes for me to copy, and explained the knowledge points of each lesson to me one by one.

My brain is still quite competitive, and in the last professional class on Friday, I can barely use the knowledge I have made up to understand the new content in the class, and I am even more grateful to Ye Yao.

It felt like a busy week and I was going back to my hometown with my parents when Saturday came.

The pervert followed me, and it was a long way back to my hometown, and the whole family drove there without any other means of transportation.

Early in the morning, before dawn, we set off, and when we arrived at Menjie Village, it was already afternoon.

When I stepped into the village, I felt the breath of Yin Qi, but this level of Yin Qi was no longer able to help me, after all, the Ghost Suppression Order had grown a lot, and now he was able to completely resist this strength of Yin Qi.

The pervert frowned.

"The ghost gate is still not completely closed, it seems that we must wait for the ghost suppression order to be completely returned to its place before the ghost gate can be closed tightly."

When we returned to the village, we were greeted by the village chief, along with many villagers.

However, the villagers looked at me very strangely, some surprised, some confused, and some even frightened.

When a mother-in-law, who seemed to be very fond of chewing the root of her tongue, noticed my belly, she jumped up from the ground as if she was crazy, pointed at my stomach with trembling fingers, and screamed: "Look! What a wickedness! What a ghost! ”

"Ahh Really, look at her, her belly is big, she is married to a ghost, and she is pregnant with a ghost child! ”

As soon as the pervert heard a few shrews screaming over there, he was about to take action to teach them a lesson, and I hurriedly stopped him.

If something goes wrong now, wouldn't the ghost fetus in their mouths and the "ghost wife" be confirmed?

No matter what they say, I don't live here, and the people here are relatively closed, they don't interact with the outside world much, and whatever they say and spread is in the village, so as long as we leave, whatever they say, it won't affect us.

"Just let them say, I won't lose a piece of meat."

I whispered to the pervert, and he endured his anger, and I was very relieved to see this.

His temper has really changed a lot for me.

My grandparents also came to greet us, but when I saw them, I didn't have a good face.

After all, they were the ones who sent me to the dark room in the first place, and even if I said I didn't hate them, I couldn't completely forgive them.

"Xiaohua, ......"

Grandma was about to hug me, but I took a step back, narrowing the distance between me and her, and there was no emotion on my face.

The grandparents had a hurt look on their faces, and the two old faces showed sad looks.

"Xiaohua!"

When my parents saw this scene, they called my name with some dissatisfaction, but soon, as if they understood something, their faces became very embarrassed and ugly, and in the end they could only play a round.

"We're coming back today because we're looking for 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.

"There's a village chief."

Mom and Dad can't wait to get me out of here as soon as possible, after all, there are some mountain village women around me, just chewing the root of the tongue can make us not think about the day today, there is no entertainment in a small place, and judging others has become one of their daily entertainment.

It's a lot of fun for them.

The village chief probably also knew that my existence would make a lot of waves in this village that had always been peaceful, and it was best for me to leave the villagers' sight as soon as possible, so he took the three of us away quickly.

He walked around and led us to the door of a very dilapidated thatched hut.

After so many years of being away from home, the village has not changed, some of the paths, and some of the fields, are exactly the same as I remember, and the familiarity is not good.

"I'll send you here, so get in quickly."

With that, the village chief turned around and left, leaving us alone to stand on the ground and look at each other.

The yard was very clean, the wooden door of the thatched hut was closed, and there were two strings of metal ornaments hanging on the two door knockers, which I don't know what to do, like bells, but if you look closely, it looks a bit like origami made of tin foil.

The moment we stepped into the courtyard, an old, but energetic voice came from the house.

The voice, full of penetrating power, seemed to come directly in front of us without a wooden door, and it was incomparably clear.

"Hades, we've finally met."

A gust of wind came, and the sound reached our ears as if it were riding the wind.

The door opened, and the ornament on the door made a crisp sound like a bell, but not like a bell, and an old man with gray hair and a simple cloth robe walked out.

Her pale hair was interspersed with black hair, and the wrinkles on her face made her face look wrinkled.

Those dark eyes were fixed on my side.

That's where the pervert stands.