Raiders of villains, I am always attacked by villains

Chapter 330: Wild Ghost 2
There was a bit of surprise on the ghost's face, as if he was lost in memory, the sun fell on his clear eyes, and there seemed to be two figures floating in his eyes, Bai Wanwan couldn't see clearly.

The ghost touched the cuff, and unexpectedly pulled out a length of red string from the inside, which was no different from hers.

This……

The ghost remembered something, and quickly came back to his senses, and tied his red rope around Bai Wanwan's wrist.Then she put the cut red rope that Bai Wanwan was holding into her sleeves.

"I seem to know you." The ghost smiled gently.

Bai Wanwan stared blankly at the red string on her wrist, piecing together bits and pieces of the past in her mind like a revolving lantern.

It was the Lantern Festival when the lights were dim, and the night was as dark as ink. A frail man sent a lotus lantern into the water, and the man who couldn't see his eyebrows in front of him had a warm smile on his lips: What wish did Ah Wan write?
She couldn't hear what "myself" replied, but turned around to look at the lamp that was fading away with the water, the red and blue leaves, and the flickering of the candle made the ink words on the white note very clear.

May you be safe every year, even if you don't see each other every day.

When the picture changed, it was a cold winter with snow, and the snow was rustling. She wove her hair into the red rope, cut it into two sections, tied each with a concentric knot, and tied them solemnly on the wrist of the person in front of her.The man stroked and reached out to hug her.

Even the cold wind couldn't penetrate her embrace, she only felt warm in her heart.

In the last scene, the night was sternly illuminated by the flames. She fell under the falling beams and crawled out while gritting her teeth.There were many onlookers, but no one could save the burning fire.At that time, the wind was also bitter.

She woke up from the memories, seeing a ghost looking at her with concern, Bai Wanwan opened her lips, and said each word jerky: It's okay.

After a long time, seeing the ghost still looking at her, Bai Wanwan asked again: Where are you buried?
The ghost pointed to another mountain, the direction covered by clouds and mist.It's so far... Bai Wanwan thought, she probably won't be able to drift that far after spending a long, long time.

She looked away and asked the ghost: What about you, what are you doing so far away?

Although the voice was hoarse and harsh, and the words were difficult to argue with, the ghost still listened patiently and patted her head comfortingly: "Looking for someone."

Who are you looking for?This is not something she should inquire about.

The ghost groaned and smiled: "My wife."

She was very puzzled, why the one in front of her had a wife even though she was also a ghost.Could it be because I have been dead for too long and poor, and I have been unable to keep up with the changes in this world.

The ghost's expression turned back a little, and he only looked at the sky, as if he was about to sigh, but his tone concealed his relief: "I've found her, she's doing... very well."

Bai Wanwan stopped interfering in other people's private affairs, and seeing the ghost drifting away, she also knew that he was going back to her grave.She felt a little sad and reluctant to part with her, but she didn't know him well, so it was hard to persuade her to stay.

The ghost muttered to himself, scattered in the wind.

I always hope that she will always remember me, but it is best to forget it.

Bai Wanwan tilted her head and wondered whether he remembered or forgot what he said. The night suddenly darkened, and the ghost was no longer seen.Bai Wanwan thought, so far away, it must have taken him a long time to slowly break free from the shackles of the soul.

She lived a lonely ghost life again, sitting on the grave, as if waiting for someone.So does the rain, and so does the wind.

Occasionally, when I was in a daze, I fiddled with the red string on my wrist a few times, and felt very tormented in my heart.But I don't know why.

Occasionally, a few wild ghosts passed by and whispered gossip. Bai Wanwan felt bored and listened carefully.

I heard that the resentful ghost buried in the neighboring mountain was dug up with ashes and was about to be thrown away.Because of the good geomantic omen of the neighboring mountains, the rich family plans to build ancestral tombs there, how can it accommodate other bones.

I heard that the ghost had killed many people before he was alive, he didn't even have an urn stone stele, a handful of dust was wrapped in the handkerchief, and he didn't know what he was obsessed with when he was alive.

I heard that the evil ghost dissipated his resentment a few days ago, but I don't know why.

She poked her head out and saw that the direction the wild ghost was pointing at was exactly the burial place the ghost said, her heart was shaken, and she wanted to cry for no reason.

She seemed to remember something, she turned her head and faced her own stele, squatting in front of her to recognize each word, even a little delirious, I...

My wife, Wan.

There are only three words on the stele, and the imprints are somewhat overlapping, not very clear, but they never disappear.

It was that cold night, the man came to this barren mountain with her ashes in his arms, found a stone and hastily carved the three words with another piece of gravel. Looking at the words on the stele, holding the box and crying for a while, finally buried it, and covered the stele.

"Wait, wait for me, I'll be here soon." The man gently caressed the stele, took out a burnt red rope from his arms and buried it next to him, repeating this sentence crazily Words, turned around and disappeared in the night.

She remembered it, remembered it all, vaguely, vaguely, erased by time.The more I want to leave, the more I can't do without this soul bondage.She didn't have the resentment he had, and she couldn't get out of this mountain in the end.

It is the resentment of no bones left, the resentment of no tomb and no stele, the resentment of never coming back, the resentment of no one waiting, it is difficult to appease.

Bai Wanwan didn't. She was buried by her sweetheart, and she got a promise from that person that she would have no complaints or regrets in her life.

Bai Wanwan's life has returned to normal, at least on the surface, she lowered her eyebrows, thinking, if it takes a longer time, she will forget even this again, and then she won't be sad.

The light in front of her eyes was blocked, she looked up, and saw two people dressed as servants holding a bag of things with embarrassment written all over their faces.

"Well, I'm afraid it's not good to throw it away casually. Everyone is dead, so let's find a place to bury it."

"Look, this is not just a tomb. If you just bury them together, you can count them as companions."

"Can this work?"

"Why can't it work? We didn't do anything bad and panic, so hurry up and go back to work."

Hearing the sound of breaking ground, Bai Wanwan stared and watched as the two men dug up her grave and buried it casually.

If she hadn't turned into a ghost, she might be pissed off.But she was a ghost and couldn't do anything.

Watching the two people go away, the figure was angry, hair covering the master's gentle hand.

She raised her eyes and looked into the ghost's smiling eyes.

Before he had time to say anything, the ghost gently hugged her into his arms.

"I said, I will definitely come back."

It has nothing to do with life or death, nothing to do with the human world, even if the years pass, you will still forget everything, but you can always remember it.

There is endless time, but there are still enough memories with you.

Bai Wanwan remembered the purpose of what she did, remembered the person who even forgot her own name and never had a vague impression, and also remembered the... story about this world that she had forgotten.

(End of this chapter)