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I took a deep breath, but I couldn't contain the excitement of my emotions.

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"You should know that ghosts don't usually have tears.

Unless a ghost is really emotional, and is willing to dissipate it.

Moreover, after death, the ghost is like a newborn baby, and most of the memories from before death will no longer exist.

It's like a blank sheet of paper, the content has to be rewritten.

The only thing I can remember is the attachment that I can't let go of the most.

In fact, ghosts and spirits are not the same.

After 7749 days, the souls gather together again, enter the underworld, and then re-enter the reincarnation.

These spirits, not only do people not see them, they also do not see the living, and during this time, they still repeat the events of their lives every day, not knowing that they are dead.

And those who are particularly attached to a certain thing, a certain person, or a soul with endless resentment, can be called ghosts.

Ghosts can see people, but they don't harm people for no reason, and they don't have any ability to harm people.

Those who want to avenge themselves usually have to wait a few years or more to find an opportunity, or find a suitable person to help them do what they want to do.

Because the ghosts themselves don't have any strength, and people with strong bodies have a strong yang energy, they don't dare to get up to it at all, and once they meet someone with evil energy, it will cause them a lot of damage.

Therefore, they can be found by some frail old people, children or women, especially the timid, they can stimulate and amplify fear, so as to drive people to do what they want to do.

Your woman is like that, it's just that she really waited a long time and was lucky to meet you.

She had little memory of it other than that hatred.

In the long wait, she became more and more desperate and lonely. So after you show up and succeed in helping her get revenge, she falls in love with you.

Whether this love is out of gratitude or something else, she has given everything to love you.

She did, I don't think any ghost could have done!

Maybe that's why you're desperate for her.

What you wear around your neck is her tears, right?

Once a ghost weeps, it is equivalent to giving up on himself, because every tear is condensed by the power of the ghost.

Ninety-nine, almost all of hers.

It's a pity that she is not a ghost, and the power of this ghost tear is not great.

All ghosts know about resurrecting the soul, but very few ghosts can do it.

That's why it's likely to dissipate completely!

Many people think that it is easy for a soul to enter the body, but in fact, it is an absolute adventure for ghosts.

The same is true for human organ transplantation.

The difference is that the ghost has to change the organs of the whole body.

She has to rely on her own strength to slowly adapt to the rejection of each organ, which takes a huge amount of strength, but fortunately you are always by her side, and she can also borrow the power of those ghost tears.

And, of course, most importantly, your love.

I'm not talking about feelings, I'm talking about actions.

The most primitive expression of love is to do.

This world is very mysterious, and both ghosts and humans are part of this mystery.

Qiankun yin and yang, heaven and earth are positive and negative.

Mutual restraint and endless growth.

The legend of a female ghost absorbing a man's yang energy and strengthening herself is not groundless, but real.

It is precisely because of your night-and-day tart that she can have her current state, otherwise she will not be able to hold on to it at all, and her whole body will rot and her soul will dissipate.

Isn't it a surprise? Such a nasty thing is said to be very noble by me?

But that's the way it is, as early as when there were no humans in this world, the matter of mating existed.

That's the only way for all things to multiply, so how can it be said to be obscene?

All the power of your woman is used to integrate with the body, and the memory is naturally covered up, as for how to restore her memory, I don't know, but what I can tell you is that there is definitely no harm in her more! ”

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Although the atmosphere was a little heavy, I couldn't hold back and laughed.

The boulder that had been pressing on my heart was finally lifted.

I've been worried about whether I'll wake up one morning, and the person in my arms is still cold and far away from me.

Now that it's finally confirmed that it won't be lost, what else do you have to worry about?

She'll think of me, even the moment we leave this world!

The other party sent another message:

"I'm a little sad that I didn't meet you before her! Also, that ointment is applied to the wound every day, and you can't forget it! ”

I smiled wryly and turned off my computer.

He pulled out the round box and smeared the slimy paste on his leg once more. Anyway, it really doesn't hurt much. When I rubbed it on the truncated tendon, there was still a slight itch.

Wrapped the wound, moved into the room, lay down beside Shen Mo, and gently held her in his arms. She rolled over, arched into my arms, grunted twice, and fell asleep again.

Caressing her long hair, I felt a little stunned:

"When will you no longer be Shen Mo, but my complete green string?!"

Half a month later, most of the wounds had already scabbed. With such a wound, the recovery speed is already good.

One day at noon, I walked downstairs on crutches, and a few aunts who bought vegetables gathered together and whispered something with mysterious expressions.

Seeing me coming, Aunt Zhang, who lived upstairs in my house, greeted me warmly:

"Yo, Xiao Liu, I said I couldn't see you for a few days, how did you get this leg?"

I smiled at her:

"It's okay, I accidentally fell."

Aunt Zhang suddenly blamed, and her tone was as if I was his own son. Tell those aunts that I always help her carry things upstairs or something.

One of the older aunts suddenly asked me:

"Hey, Xiao Liu, have you heard about the butterfly falling on the mountain and dreaming of clouds?"

My heart moved, but my face didn't change.

"Dream Cloud View? I've been there, but I'm not a person who doesn't believe in this, I went with a friend, what's wrong? ”

Aunt Zhang hurriedly took over the conversation and said:

"Child, don't you know, something happened to Mengyunguan, the whole thing was burned, I heard that Lao Dao was a perverted murderer, killed hundreds of girls, and hundreds of corpses were dug up under the hall, it seems that they are all teenage girls."

I shuddered, a little confused. I don't know why, but I always feel that the aunt who asked me has a strange look in her eyes.

After thinking about it, he still said calmly:

"I haven't heard of it! The news was also not reported. ”

After saying this, I noticed that the expression on the face of the aunt with strange eyes was a little weird...