ushered in and sent, all of them are ghosts......

All kinds of things in life, and the past is cloudy......

Drink tea, taste Baiwei life...

My name is An Ning, the only daughter of an ordinary family in Beijing, and I am also a well-known fool.

Actually, I'm not stupid, I just don't like to talk, and many things are clear in my heart.

My mother always said that my father shouldn't have given me this name, tranquility, tranquility, now it's good, quiet, quiet.

My father was also very helpless, he didn't think that I wouldn't cry when I was born, he thought that I must be a well-behaved and sensible person, who knew that from this moment on, I didn't like to speak.

I haven't spoken a total of 80 sentences since I was eight years old, yes, you are not mistaken, I don't say more than 10 sentences a year, and the most I do is sit quietly by the window alone, holding my little head and looking at the scenery outside.

I didn't actually see the scenery, but I really didn't know what to do, but fortunately, I knew that I was a fool who didn't speak, and no one would come to disturb me without interest.

In the middle of July, the ghost door was wide open, and the ghosts traveled at night, and I, as Meng Po, were busy picking up and dropping off the souls all day long, but on this day, there was a bold little ghost who escaped from my tea house under my nose.

This is worth it, I explained the matter of the tea house to Mo Yan, who is in charge of scooping soup, and quickly chased after the little ghost.

Mo Yan is the younger sister of Zishu, the judge of the underworld, and has been raised in my tea house since she was a child, so I arranged for her to help me scoop the soup, which is a big soup can that uses a big spoon to constantly stir the soup.

I heard that there was a conflict between their brother and sister, but this is always someone else's private matter, and I don't care too much.

Mo Yan's name is like her character, if I don't take the initiative to talk to her, she can never speak.

My tea house is located in the depths of the underworld, thousands of miles around, all yellow sand, every thousand years there will be a strong wind, the wind will sweep the entire desert, including my tea house.

It's also a coincidence, that day only ushered in a soul, she was a very beautiful woman, and I don't know why she died, I didn't have time to see her life, the wind blew open the door of my tea house with yellow sand.

The moment I used my sleeve to block the wind, the woman who was about to drink tea and reincarnate disappeared from my eyes.

What's more coincidental is that day was the day of the seventh and a half months of the people, and the ghost door was opened.

I sought the breath of the female ghost, who had hid in the belly of a pregnant woman, ready to be born with the birth of the baby in her womb, and thus take her place.

I caught the ghost, but the ghost broke away the soul of the unborn baby.

This is a baby girl, she has no idea what is happening, she is playing with the umbilical cord in her hand with her eyes closed, there is not even a trace of soul in her body, only some residual breath is still in her body, if she is born, she will die in less than three days.

This incident started because of me, and it was my poor care that caused the female ghost to escape, and the baby girl who was killed was almost taken away before she was born.

Thinking of the mortal world for a hundred years, it was just a snap of my fingers, and I stayed in her body, and I was born with her.

As a human being, you should always look around at the world you are coming into.

My real name is Yi Soul, and I really don't feel comfortable with the name Anning.

I have called the name of Yisoul for thousands of years, and the name of An Ning has rarely been called in the eight years of this mortal world.

When they called me Ah Ning, I didn't react, and when I reacted that I was calling me, and then looked at them fixedly, waiting for them to talk to me, they only left one sentence: Forget it, let's go, what to say to this fool who can't speak.