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It is estimated that several generations have been counted. In my father's generation, I let my mother out of the mountains, met the old man, got married, and finally gave birth to myself.

Among them, it is estimated that in order not to disturb the course of history, the old heavenly master may not have told his mother anything else, but simply asked him to marry his old man...

Then, history developed like this. When he was born and named Gu An, Longhushan handed the sachet to his parents without even giving any more hints.

Because it was given by the master, so the old lady naturally kept it carefully.

And the old man...seeing that his wife is so serious, he would naturally not be sloppy. After all, in that era, the old man seemed to have no other advantages except for his good-looking face. To marry such a beautiful wife, naturally Do what you say...

Gu An quickly analyzed all this in his mind.

Although he hasn't found any more information about his mother, at least one thing he can be sure of is that there is definitely a cause and effect between his mother and the people in Longhushan.

Without thinking about it, I walked around the house again, but I didn't see anything unusual. As for the place where the ancient clock was placed in the dream, it was empty in reality, and the ancient clock was also placed in Gu An's own apartment. .

Shaking his head, Gu An didn't stay any longer, turned around, locked the door and left.

"Back to the playground."

Back in the car, Gu An gave instructions to the old driver.

He has already got the sachet, and next, he is going to find Wu, the lost ghost of Han Xiuxiu.

He was sure that the sachet was the best proof that he was the person Han Xiuxiu had been waiting for.

Thinking that he was about to meet Wu with the evidence, Gu An felt a little sour for no reason.

This silly girl has been waiting for her for a hundred years... she doesn't regret it at all, she is such a fool...

The car was speeding through the tunnel. When he arrived, Gu An was still very calm. Now, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, his heart was full of anxiety, and he even had some uncomfortable expressions on his face.

The old driver looked at his words and noticed Gu An's strangeness. Based on his understanding of this person, even if he encountered an extremely powerful strangeness, he would still look calm, but he had never been so restless like today.

There must be something!

Although he was puzzled in his heart, the old driver naturally wouldn't ask too many questions. He was very shrewd. After following him for so long, he knew what to say and what not to say.

"Mr. Gu, we're here."

Finally, after several hours of driving, the car parked firmly outside the playground.

Gu An hummed, then hurriedly got out of the car and walked towards the playground.

For others, this is a haunted house, and they can't avoid it, but for Gu An, there is someone inside, he can't wait, thinking about the person he will meet soon...

In the playground, passing through familiar and strange events one after another, avoiding attacks again and again, Gu An returned to the community.

He didn't go back to 104 either, he chose to go upstairs directly.

He is going to find the fog.

The safest way is naturally to wait on the second and third floors until the fog comes down.

But now, he was impatient and chose to go directly to other floors.

At this time, he didn't have the heart to care about any danger. He just wanted to find Han Xiuxiu's ghost, handed her the sachet in his hand, handed it to her personally, and asked her, how have you been all these years... …

Chapter 235 Do You Regret After All These Years

Before finding a way to retrieve Han Xiuxiu's ghost, Gu An racked his brains to think of a way.

Now, with the sachet in his hand, Gu An suddenly realized that he seemed a little scared...

There is always a strong sense of guilt in his heart. In his mind, the image of Han Xiuxiu wearing red makeup, saluting himself, calling out her husband, and then falling down in Hanjia Village has been engraved in his mind vividly. middle.

He felt that if he didn't save Han Xiuxiu, didn't break that history, he still failed, even if he got the sachet.

With no other extra thoughts in his mind, Gu An walked on the stairway, stepping over the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, he stopped.

Perhaps it was the icing on the cake that God didn't let him spend too much time looking for Han Xiuxiu.

'Fog' was standing at the corner of the second floor, facing the wall, motionless, her ears under her long hair seemed to be shaking, as if she was listening to all the messages around her, looking for the person who had been waiting.

"It's really like a fool..."

Gu An watched silently and muttered something.

He looked down at the sachet in his hand, feeling an unprecedented tension inside.

"I'm also a fool..."

Gu An thought about what he had done recently, and laughed at himself.

"Two idiots together are really a perfect match."

He muttered again, and at the same time took out the red hijab from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, and shook it lightly.

A red shadow flashed by, and Han Xiuxiu, who was dressed in red makeup and had a stiff expression, appeared beside her.

Gu An turned his head and glanced, his eyelids twitched, and he said with a comforting smile: "I don't know if the sachet will work or not. If it doesn't work, forget it. I will never work so hard in the future, like a fool."

Han Xiuxiu seemed to understand this sentence, she turned her head stiffly, looked at Gu An with confused eyes, and kept looking like this.

Gu An was inexplicably guilty, touched his nose, and muttered in a low voice: "Just talk casually."

He looked at the fog again and took a deep breath, what should come will come after all.

Put away the nervous heart, lift your steps, and walk towards the corner.

It's hard for Gu An to imagine that Han Xiuxiu's ghost is like this, repeating this action every day, listening to countless voices, imitating the tone of countless voices, waiting here for more than 100 years...

Do you really not regret it?

Hmm... I shouldn't regret it. If I regret it, where would I see this idiot...

Gu An stood behind the 'fog' and patted it lightly: "Do you still remember me?"

'Fog' didn't respond or respond, just stood there, facing the wall, staring blankly.

Gu An smiled, with light in his eyes: "I am Gu An."

Gu An?

Hearing this name, 'Fog' reacted, it turned its head, looked over, tilted its head and looked at Gu An carefully, then shook its head: "You're not...you're not..."

Gu An silently handed over the sachet. He could feel his hands trembling. He was very nervous, very nervous, like a child who did something wrong, waiting for the judgment of an adult.