Chapter 10

I found a clean box, wrapped the little body in a handkerchief, put it in the box and put it in my backpack.

I think Zuo Xintong is right. Wang Huan is the biological mother of the baby. She has the obligation and responsibility to apologize to the child who died before she was born and get his forgiveness. Only in this way can the poor baby spirit be reincarnated again.

At this time, I can't help thinking of Wen chuyang. He asked me to help him to calm down the ghost's resentment and collect chips. If it goes well, can I get chips from this little baby spirit?

But it turns out that it's not as simple as I thought. I found Wang Huan's family with my memory, but I saw black cloth and white flowers in my eyes, and people with sad faces came to mourn.

Zuo Xintong and I looked at each other and walked in. As soon as we entered the room, we saw a black photo frame on the table. The black and white photo showed a middle-aged man, who looked honest and honest.

A middle-aged woman was sitting at the table, wiping her tears. She looked very sad. I think it must be Wang Huan's mother.

"Auntie, we are Wang Huan's classmates..." I went forward and whispered a word. Before I finished, I saw Wang Huan's mother suddenly raised her head, reached out and grabbed my hand, looked at me with wide eyes, and asked eagerly, "classmate, do you know where Wang Huan is? His father died, but I couldn't get in touch with her. If you see her, let her come back quickly and let her see her father for the last time. Her father is so kind to her... "

Next, I was engulfed by Wang Huan's mother's tears. I took the opportunity to escape from the hands that held me tightly. Looking at the blue and purple words on my hands, I repeatedly said that I would let Wang Huan go home early if I saw her.

"What's going on? Where will Wang Huan go if he doesn't go home? " When I came out of Wang Huan's house, I rubbed my painful hand, but I didn't hear any response from Zuo Xintong. I raised my head in doubt, but found that Zuo Xintong was staring at Wang Huan's house.

"What's the matter?" I followed Zuo Xintong's eyes and found that she was looking at the portrait of Zuo Xintong's father.

"I always think it's weird." Zuo Xintong said faintly.

"Odd?" I was so excited by her saying that.

"Well." Zuo Xintong points, takes back his sight, turns his head and goes, "but I'm not sure, it's just a feeling."

"Elder sister, you don't write too many supernatural novels. It's strange to see anything." I looked at her back as she left quickly and complained in a low voice.

After listening to my words, Zuo Xintong suddenly stopped his steps, looked back at me calmly, and the insipid but threatening small eyes immediately stunned me.

"You've been opened your eyes now, haven't you noticed?" Zuo Xintong asked.

"What did you find?" I asked after a few quick steps.

"That Wang Huan's father has no soul! So it's unusual that he died. " Tso Hsin Tung, masochara.

After listening to Zuo Xintong's words, I felt a strange feeling all over my body. I just felt the wind blowing from the gate of Wang Huan's house. I quickly took Zuo Xintong and left here.

"But where did Wang Huan go?" I sat on the bench at the corner of the street. I didn't know where to go for a moment. I didn't want to go back home. Obviously, my bedroom was not peaceful.

"Wang Huan disappeared suddenly yesterday?" Zuo Xintong stood in the shade next to me with her shoulders in her arms. Her tall and sexy figure was as cold as the queen. Her expression attracted many young men's eyes.

"When I answered the phone, she disappeared, and I really didn't hear much noise." I recalled the scene at that time, and suddenly admired my courage. In such a strange situation, I could still fall asleep.

"It's really strange, but the most urgent thing is to get rid of this kid." Zuo Xintong pointed to the small box in my bag, "while he is not so angry now, solve it quickly."

"But we can't find Wang Huan." I said sadly.

"Come on, let's go to Ji'an temple." Zuo Xintong stopped a taxi and got on with me.

"Zuo Xintong, your amulet is really powerful. Can you ask Master chiwu to draw one for me?" I think of last night left Xintong just casually Yang that brocade bag, that shameless female ghost was scared away.

Zuo Xintong looked at me with disgust, "what do you want that amulet for? In case of your husband? Your old ghost has been more than 1000 years. Do you think the amulet can help him? Besides, if you have a thousand year old ghost as a bodyguard, are you afraid that other kids will eat you? I don't know how your brain grows. "

"..." Zuo Xintong's words sound reasonable, but I have nothing to say.

Soon we arrived at Ji'an temple, but I didn't see the legendary master chuehu. Zuo Xintong just gave the box to a little master, told him about the whole story, and left with me.

Thinking that I might never see the ugly and weird little baby spirit again, I was sad, but I didn't tell Zuo Xintong this emotion, otherwise I would be despised by her to the end of my life.