Chapter 91 I am really your sister (please subscribe, please vote)

Chapter 91 I am really your sister (please subscribe, please vote)

He Wenzhi’s brows wrinkled unconsciously after hearing what Wang Daozhang said.

As for the voluntary death, as Taoist Wang said just now, he will naturally ascend to heaven, and there is almost no possibility of becoming a wandering ghost.

Because the ghosts in this world have emotions such as resentment, hatred, or unwillingness and attachment before they die, and they become ghosts and stay in the world.

This is also the reason why some ghosts in this world can be saved as long as their last wishes are fulfilled.

Of course, this is a natural formation, and becoming a ghost does not rule out the possibility of external interference.

For example, some people maliciously arrest souls, or some evil ghosts kill people and restrain souls to control them, etc.

Just like the faceless woman back then, and the woman in Guangming Village this time, they both killed people and firmly controlled the ghosts after death in their hands.

So, it does make sense to voluntarily die without any resentment, but it is not entirely clear and there are some contradictions.

He Wenzhi suddenly thought, what if something unexpected happened at the moment of Huang Xiaoyan's death, which made her feel resentful, or unwilling to accept it?

If this is the case, what could this sudden accident be?

As for the second theory of [purification], He Wenzhi thinks this is unlikely.

Because even if Huang Xiaoyan had just turned into a ghost, the resentment in her body was immediately purified.

But what happens after that?

In this world, there are ghosts that are so vicious that they have to experience death three times every day.

Every time you experience it, your resentment and hostility will inevitably increase.

So, is it possible that someone comes to purify Huang Xiaoyan’s grievances every day?

And during the time when she first met Huang Xiaoyan, she herself said that she had indeed experienced near-death experiences three times every day, but she had never seen any resentment or hostility in her body.

It was not until she was finally brought home by He Wenzhi and became the spirit behind her that she was able to avoid the death experience three times a day.

So this second theory, He Wenzhi thinks is unlikely and can basically be ruled out.

The last one is about amnesia.

Her amnesia is most likely caused by someone tampering with her soul?

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi frowned even more tightly.

Is this really the case?

Who could have done it? Or even... is the being who did the tampering... really a human being?

Mainly because I think of the first reason, which is that the lack of resentment and hostility is most likely caused by voluntary death.

Normally, the souls of those who voluntarily die will not turn into ghosts, but will directly ascend to heaven naturally.

This is like the rule setting of this world.

Unless something unexpected happened here, there are other reasons.

After all, becoming a ghost can also be caused by external factors.

Thinking about it this way, can't it be related to the amnesia caused by being tampered with?

Huang Xiaoyan volunteered to die, and then an accident occurred at the moment of death, and her soul was seduced, and at the same time, her soul was tampered with.

But why is this?

He Wenzhi is a little confused.

You seduced the soul and tampered with it, and then why did you leave it there?

If we say it's due to restrictions, we can't find a substitute, so we can't take him with us.

This is obviously impossible.

Anyone who asks can bring Huang Xiaoyan home. Can a being with the ability to seduce people's souls and manipulate souls not be able to do it?

So, it is seducing the soul and tampering with the soul, but in the end it is left alone?

This is really hard to figure out.

However, this is just his personal conjecture after all, and it is difficult to say whether it is true or not.

He Wenzhi pondered to himself for a while, then looked at Daozhang Wang through the mirror and asked, "Daozhang Wang, are you sure about these three possibilities?"

Daozhang Wang Shaking his head: "Not sure."

He Wenzhi: "..."

If you're not sure, just give me a hammer!

Wang Daozhang added: "I just say it is possible, but I can't say for sure. Mainly because of this information, there are not many records in the ancient books handed down by my ancestors, and it was said later that this kind of thing is almost impossible, unless …”
< br>"Unless what?"

"No more." Wang Daochang shook his head: "This is what is written in the ancient books handed down from our ancestors..."

The corner of He Wenzhi's mouth twitched, your family Did your ancestors all write novels? It also creates suspense, right?

Through the mirror in the car, He Wenzhi glared at Daochang Wang fiercely.

Daozhang Wang noticed the unkind gaze and asked weakly: "Brother Wen, what do you want to do...? I really told everything I found..."

"I didn't think so. I just want to throw you out and let you go back to Chunshi by yourself," He Wenzhi said casually.

Daozhang Wang was shocked and stuck out his butt: "Brother Wen, this is impossible, absolutely impossible. You must not make such a joke. My butt is still swollen!"< br>
“…”

He Wenzhi rolled his eyes and ignored him.

…………

A few hours passed, and it was already around ten o’clock and close to eleven o’clock when we arrived at Spring Market.

Daozhang Wang went back alone. He Wenzhi parked the car, took the black dog and Han Yuluo's urn and prepared to go upstairs.

As soon as they reached the stairs, the black dog started barking and bit He Wenzhi's trouser leg to prevent him from going upstairs.

It raised its head and stared directly upward, as if its sight could penetrate the reinforced concrete floors.

Seeing it like this, He Wenzhi quickly figured it out.

This must be because you feel Huang Xiaoyan’s presence, right?

This is four floors away, and it is still broad daylight. Even with such a strong yang energy, the black dog can detect this. This dog is indeed very perceptive!

He Wenzhi touched its head: "Did you detect the ghost's breath? Don't panic, it's one of our own."

Hearing this, the dog let go of his mouth. He shook his head, seeming a little confused.

Han Yuluo's voice came from the urn: "You, you have already raised another ghost?"

He Wenzhi looked around. Fortunately, there was no one at the stairs at this time.

So he nodded and said: "Yes."

Han Yuluo was silent for a while, and then asked in a low voice: "Then...does grandma know?"
< br>He Wenzhi felt a little strange and asked: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing..."

He Wenzhi felt something strange, but couldn't tell where it was.

Isn’t it normal for me to raise a ghost? Is it abnormal for me not to raise ghosts?

He glanced at Gouzi, then at the urn he was holding, and said: "Han Yuluo, no way, right? Even Gouzi noticed that there was a ghost upstairs, didn't you just Is there no feeling at all?”

“I...you...”

Han Yuluo was stunned and couldn't say a complete sentence. Finally, he hummed softly and stopped making any sound.

He Wenzhi smiled and continued to walk upstairs.

As soon as she walked up to the fourth floor, she saw Han Yumeng walking out of her own home.

It is daytime now. Usually during the daytime, as long as she has not just encountered a ghost and is particularly scared, Han Yumeng will go back to her home.

Although she felt like being spied on before, the rabbit's problem had been solved long ago. A few days had passed and her mood gradually stabilized.

When she saw He Wen going upstairs, she looked slightly surprised.

"You're back so soon! I thought you were going out for the day!"

He asked: "???"

Han Yumeng tilted her head , put his slender fingers on his chin, and said curiously: "Didn't you wake me up at four or five o'clock in the morning and say you wanted to go out?"

After hearing this, He asked I thought to myself that it should be Huang Xiaoyan pretending to be herself.

After all, the sun was about to come out, and she couldn't stay outside any longer. In addition, the yang energy during the day might affect her ghost eyes, so she deliberately told Han Yumeng this.

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi smiled: "Isn't this just about going out to do these things, and coming back after finishing them."

Han Yumeng looked down and saw a thin The black dog came out from behind He Wenzhi.

Seeing this, she felt pity.

"What a pitiful dog, why is it so thin?" She raised her head and looked at He Wenzhi: "This is a stray dog, right? You think it's pitiful, so you adopt it, right?"

As she spoke, she petted the black dog.

Just being called a stray dog ​​made Gouzi feel a little unhappy.

If it hadn't sensed the kindness from this girl, it would have barked in protest.

He Wenzhi also rolled his eyes. The dog was indeed ridiculously thin, but it was not that he was not fed. During those days in the village, my brother fed him regularly every day.

I guess the reason why it is so thin is probably related to its own ability, but I don’t know if it can gain weight in the future.

He Wenzhi said: "It has an owner, okay! Besides, you are so small and thin, you are not a wanderer, right?"

Han Yumeng: "..."

She raised her head and looked curiously at the urn held by He Wenzhi.

"What is this?" she asked.

He Wenzhi took a look and replied: "Your sister."

"Ah? My sister?" Han Yumeng was stunned and thought strangely: "Do I have a sister?"

At this moment, a faint voice came from the urn.

"Mengmeng...I am your sister..."

"Ah——!"

This sudden voice, I don’t know why, gave Han Yumeng felt a cold and deep feeling. Perhaps this was the sound that normal people should have when hearing ghosts speak.

At this moment, she felt a gloomy chill coming over her. Not only was her whole body chilly, but her scalp was also numb.

Her face was full of fear. When she screamed, she suddenly pounced and hugged He Wenzhi tightly like an octopus.

I was frightened by the sense of peeping before. It was hard to stabilize my mood in the past two days, but the box turned out to be her sister again in an eerie voice.

At this moment, Han Yumeng really couldn't hold it any longer.

“The box...the box spoke...!”

"Didn't you say you won't encounter ghosts during the day? Why...why..."

"Why do I always encounter ghosts..."

Han Yumeng at this time Already scared to tears.

Han Yuluo was also at a loss in the urn. Why was his sister crying?

She had no choice but to continue to comfort her.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng... you, what happened to you? I am your sister! I am really your sister.

I died when you were two years old, do you really not remember anything? ?”

“Wow!” Han Yumeng cried louder.

"Please, help me, help me quickly... don't let the box talk anymore..."

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