At night, the night is dark.
The prosperous mansion, in the room.
Yan Zhixu tapped his toes, and immediately stood up in the air, his hands quickly formed seals, and his red lips lightly parted.
"The decree of the Supreme Being, surpassing your solitary soul, ghosts and ghosts, and benevolence in four lives; those who have heads are super, those who have no heads are raised, killed by guns and swords, diving and hanging ropes."
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"Rescue the others, hurriedly supersede, and urge the others, hurriedly supersedes."
Her voice was ethereal and holy, and her face was solemn and inviolable.
As the mantra fell, the temperature in the room began to drop rapidly, and a cloud of yin swelled from under his feet, filling the surroundings.
A mysterious outline slowly rose, and the gate was engraved with cumbersome runes and ancient beasts whose names were unknown.
The black and white messenger appeared.
Seeing this scene, the children floating in the air felt frightened and subconsciously hid behind Yan Zhixu.
She said, "Don't be afraid, they are the messengers who came to take you to reincarnation."
A few children came out, standing a little restrained, they had no doubts and trusted her from the bottom of their hearts.
The white messenger saw their fate and cause of death, "Follow me. In your next life, you will be reincarnated into a family with healthy parents and a happy family."
Yan Zhixu stood on the ground and thanked, "Trouble you two."
The black messenger waved his hands again and again, "No trouble, Miss Yan, you are too polite."
With Miss Yan's presence, their work has become much easier.
A few people chatted.
The children were chattering.
"Big sister, you have to be happy. I hope I can meet you in the next life."
"Big sister, we're leaving, but I'll miss you."
"A kind-hearted person like the eldest sister will definitely have a harmonious family, a happy life, and a long life."
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Children don't use too flashy words, but every simple blessing comes from the bottom of my heart and is full of sincerity.
Yan Zhixu nodded with a smile and watched the group of children walk towards the gate of the underworld under the leadership of the black and white messenger, and then disappeared from sight.
The room returned to calm.
She walked to the soft big bed, pulled the quilt and lay down and closed her eyes to sleep.
A night without dreams.
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the next day.
Yan Zhixu woke up and finished washing up.
She wore a sweater with fleece wide-leg pants, a light blue down jacket, a pair of flat shoes, and a mask to go out.
Walking out of the gate of Shengshi Haoting, I saw a black low-key red flag car parked at the gate.
Fu Shimo stood beside the car, wearing a black double-sided overcoat, tall and slender like a pines and cypresses.
"Let's go."
Seeing Yan Zhixu, he walked to the co-pilot and reached out to open the car door for her.
"Let's go."
Yan Zhixu sat in the seat, and the car was filled with a faint agarwood, which smelled soothing and fatigued, and was extremely comfortable.
"Okay."
He sat in the driver's seat, buckled his seat belt, and started the car toward the city center.
Ten minutes later, the car was parked in the parking lot. Fu Shimo consciously took out his mask and put it on. The two got out of the car and walked into the high-rise building in front of him.
Rare leisure.
The two walked hand in hand, went on a date, and experienced things that ordinary couples would do.
Passing by a brand women's bag store, Fu Shimo stopped and led her in, "I heard that girls have no resistance to bags, so I don't know if it's true or not."
Yan Zhixu held his big hand, "It's okay."
For items such as bags, there is love, but not obsession.
There are many men who accompany girls to buy bags in the store. They basically sit in the rest area and chat on mobile phones. Few of them accompany their girlfriends to carefully choose bags like Fu Shimo.