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He Wenzhi frowned unconsciously when he heard Wang Daochang's words.

As Wang Daochang said just now, voluntary death will naturally transform into heaven, and there is almost no possibility of becoming a wandering ghost.

Because the ghosts in this world are those who have emotions such as resentment, hatred, or unwillingness and nostalgia before they die, so they become ghosts and stay in the world.

This is also the reason why some ghosts in this world can save them as long as they fulfill their last wishes.

Of course, this is said to be formed naturally, and becoming a ghost does not rule out the possibility of external interference.

For example, some people maliciously arrest souls, or some ghosts kill people, arrest souls, control them, and so on.

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

Therefore, voluntary death without resentment can be said to make sense, but it does not make sense completely, and there are some contradictions.

He Wenzhi suddenly thought, what if some accident happened at the moment of Huang Xiaoyan's death, which caused her to have resentment, or unwillingness and nostalgia?

If so, what would this sudden accident be?

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

Because even if Huang Xiaoyan had just turned into a ghost, the resentment on his body would be purified immediately.

But after that?

In this world, some fierce ghosts have to experience the experience of death three times a day.

Every time I experience it, the resentment and hostility will inevitably increase.

So, could it be that every day someone comes to purify Huang Xiaoyan's grievances?

Moreover, during the time when she just met Huang Xiaoyan, she herself said that she did experience three near-death experiences every day, but she never saw any resentment or hostility in her body.

It wasn't until she was taken home by He Wenzhi and became the spirit behind the scenes that she was able to avoid the death experience three times a day.

Therefore, He Wenzhi thinks that the second theory is unlikely and can basically be ruled out.

The last one is about amnesia.

Her amnesia is likely to be caused by her soul being tampered with?

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi frowned even tighter.

Is this really the case?

Then who could move the hands and feet? Or even... is the existence with hands and feet... is it human?

It is mainly because of the first reason, that is, there is no resentment, and the hostility is likely to be caused by voluntary death.

Under normal circumstances, the souls that voluntarily die will not be turned into ghosts, but directly ascended to heaven naturally.

It's like the rules of the world are set.

Unless something unexpected happened here, there are other reasons.

After all, wanting to become a ghost can also be caused by external factors.

Thinking about it this way, wouldn't it be related to being tampered with and causing amnesia?

Huang Xiaoyan voluntarily died, and then an accident happened at the moment of death, and his soul was seduced, and at the same time, his soul was tampered with.

But why?

He Wenzhi was a little confused.

Hooked the soul and moved the hands and feet, and then why left it there?

If you want to say that you are restricted, you can't find a substitute, so you can't take it away.

This is also obviously impossible.

He Wenzhi could bring Huang Xiaoyan home, would he not be able to do so with the ability to seduce people's souls and manipulate the souls?

So, it's seducing the soul again, and tampering with the soul, and the result is to leave it alone?

This is really beyond my comprehension.

But this is just his personal guess after all, it is hard to say whether it is true or not.

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

Wang Daochang shook his head: "Not sure."

He Wenzhi: "..."

Not sure you said a hammer!

Wang Daochang said again: "It's just possible, but it's not sure. It's mainly about this information. There are not many records in the ancient books handed down by my ancestors, and it is said later that this kind of thing is almost impossible, unless ..."

"Unless what?"

"No more." Daoist Wang shook his head: "This is written in the ancient books handed down by the ancestors..."

The corner of He Wenzhi's mouth twitched, your ancestors must have written novels, right? Also played suspense is not it!

Through the mirror in the car, He Wenzhi gave Wang Daochang a hard look.

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

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

Daoist Wang was shocked, and pouted his buttocks: "Brother Wen, this can't be done, absolutely can't be done, don't make such a joke, my buttocks are still swollen!"

"..."

He Wenzhi rolled his eyes and ignored him.

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A few hours passed, and it was already past ten o'clock at noon and close to eleven o'clock when we arrived at Chunshi.

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

As soon as he reached the stairs, the black dog barked and bit He Wenzhi's trousers at the same time, preventing him from going upstairs.

It raised its dog's head and stared closely at the top, as if its sight could penetrate the reinforced concrete floor.

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

This should be the presence of Huang Xiaoyan, right?

This is separated by four floors, and it is still broad daylight. With such a heavy yang energy, the black dog can detect this. This dog is indeed very keen!

He Wenzhi patted its head: "Have you noticed the ghost's breath? Don't panic, it's one of your own."

Hearing this, Gouzi let go of his mouth and shook his head, seeming a little puzzled.

Han Yuluo's voice came from inside the urn: "You, you have already raised other ghosts?"

He Wenzhi looked around, but 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?"

He Wenzhi felt a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing..."

He Wenzhi felt a little strange, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Is it abnormal for me to raise ghosts? Is it abnormal that I don't raise ghosts?

He glanced at Gouzi, then at the urn he was holding, and said, "Han Yuluo, can't you? Even Gouzi noticed that there was a ghost upstairs, so you didn't have any sense just now." Bar?"

"I... you...!"

Han Yuluo was stunned, unable to utter a complete sentence, and finally hummed softly, then stopped speaking.

He Wenzhi smiled and continued to walk upstairs.

Just as she walked up to the fourth floor, she happened to see Han Yumeng coming out of her own home.

It was daytime now, and usually during the daytime, Han Yumeng would go back to her home as long as she hadn't just encountered a ghost and was particularly frightened.

Although she had the feeling of being spied on before, the rabbit's problem had been resolved long ago. It has also passed a few days, and her mood has gradually stabilized.

When she saw He Wen going upstairs, she was a little surprised.

"Come back so soon! I thought you were going out for a day!"

He asked: "???"

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

Upon hearing this, He Wenzhi thought that it should be Huang Xiaoyan pretending to be himself.

After all, the sun is about to come out, she can't stay outside any longer, and the yang energy during the day may affect her blindfolded eyes, that's why she told Han Yumeng that way on purpose.

Thinking of this, He Wenzhi smiled: "Isn't this just going out to do these things, and I'll come back when I'm done."

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

Seeing this, she felt pity in her heart.

"What a poor dog, why is it so skinny." She looked up at He asked: "This is a stray dog, right? You think it's pitiful, so adopt it, right?"

As she spoke, she stroked the black dog.

It's just that being called a stray dog ​​makes Gouzi feel a little unhappy.

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

He Wenzhi also rolled his eyes. This dog is indeed ridiculously thin, but it's not that he didn't have food. During the few days in the village, my brother was fed regularly every day.

It is estimated that the reason why it is so thin should be related to its own ability, but I don't know if it will be able to gain weight in the future.

He Wenzhi said: "It has an owner, right! Besides, you are so small and thin, you are also a vagabond, right?"

Han Yumeng: "..."

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

"What is this?" she asked.

He Wenzhi glanced at it and replied, "Your sister."

"Ah? My sister?" Han Yumeng was taken aback, wondering, "Do I have a sister?"

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

"Mengmeng... I'm your sister..."

"ah--!"

For some unknown reason, the sudden sound gave Han Yumeng a cold and deep feeling. Maybe this is the sound that normal people should have when they hear ghosts talking.

At this moment, she only felt a gloomy chill hit her, not to mention the chills all over her body, and her scalp was also numb for a while.

She was full of fear, and at the same time as she screamed, she suddenly pounced, hugging He Wenzhi tightly like an octopus.

He was frightened by the feeling of peeping before, but he managed to stabilize his mood in the past two days, but the box even said in an eerie voice that it was her sister.

At this moment, Han Yumeng couldn't hold back anymore.

"The box... the box speaks...!"

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

"Why do I always encounter ghosts..."

At this time, Han Yumeng was frightened and cried.

Han Yuluo in the urn was also a little at a loss, why did my sister cry?

She had no choice but to continue to comfort her.

"Mengmeng, Mengmeng...you, what's wrong with you? I'm your sister! I'm really your sister.

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

"Wow!" Han Yumeng cried even louder.

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

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