I'm an ordinary person

Compared to the unhappiness of the middle-aged man, An Lan and his group were quite happy.

The car accident ghost has been guarding the upper floor. He was relieved when he saw the number of elevator floors change, and secretly saw a group of people come out unscathed.I couldn't help but be in awe, the boss is indeed a boss, and it was solved so quickly.

After solving this matter, the next step is to solve the indirect murderers who caused her death.

An Lan didn't interfere in these matters anymore, he was very sleepy.

After taking a shower and turning on the desk lamp, he has gradually gotten used to life as a human being. He carefully looked at the incomplete spells in the stone. He has always advocated violent solutions. He really has no talent in the spell business. Is it too late to relearn?Thinking of the piles of words, and the great achievements of almost blowing up the hell, I still gave up this idea resentfully.

If it blows up, it will definitely be regarded as a dangerous person, someone with a little self-knowledge finally thought.

This spell is the only thing that can be connected with his memory.

An Lan didn't have any memory before his death. The first thing he saw was the dark Huangquan Road, wandering in a daze. Later, he was brought into the underworld by Black and White Wuchang. Although he didn't remember anything, he only had one thought. Those memories are very important.

So while working for the underworld, he searched for memories and spent an incomparably long time, which also became the motivation to support him...

An Lan stared at the stone so hard that those who didn't know thought he was staring at his mortal enemy.He yawned, forget it, he didn't see any tricks, if he could, he wouldn't want to deal with that dead old man, the judge, always with a face that I know everything, but just don't say anything, it's really depressed.

The little paper man hidden in the desk lamp thoughtfully turned off the light.Then slowly fell asleep.

No one saw it, not even the little paper figurine. The stone was bright, crystal clear, and the pattern inside was very beautiful, blood red.Then an illusory figure appeared inside, and then slowly disappeared.

Although the phantom only existed for a few seconds, it was tall and straight, wearing a black robe with extremely delicate patterns embroidered on it, and the most distinctive thing was the pair of blood-red eyes.

Do not look directly.

An Lan had a dream, and he was drowsy. In the dream, there was a pair of big hands covering his eyes from behind.

In an ancient language chant, "You are mine." My bride.

He heard the voice speak slowly, with endless tenderness.

Kissing his hair, kissing the tips of his ears, being hugged tightly.

In the dream, she couldn't make a sound. An Lan touched her eyes when she woke up, and scolded a pervert. It seems that there is no reason for her amnesia. She tried her best to remember more, but she couldn't remember anything. .I just remember that I had a very perverted dream.

There is a saying in the world, if you think about it, you have a dream at night. Could it be that you are actually a masochistic physique?Thinking of this, An Lan couldn't help being disgusted to the point of being disgusted by herself, and it really was because of the perverted dream that she lost her mind.

Instinctively glanced at the stone on the bedside table, but there was no change or shift position, knocked on the bedside table, and the little paper man crawled out after waking up, "Did anything unusual happen last night?"

The little paper man shook his head, but he didn't feel any Yin Qi, nor did he feel any movement.

"Okay." An Lan picked up the stone, threw it into the bedside table, sneered, no matter it was the reason or not, just stay in it obediently.

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Hu Ya's body is almost transparent, which means that after getting rid of this obsession, he will be able to find the way to the underworld.

Today is the day of Hu Ya's funeral, and An Lan also went into the countryside and tied a white cloth around her waist.This means going to a funeral.

There is a custom in Huya Township. If the death is accidental, the funeral must be held somewhere. The villagers are particularly fond of these, fearing that the deceased will not find their way home.

This custom is very convenient for several people. After all, there is no need to go to remote villages. If this is the case, the boss must give up his burden.

I don't care too much about what clothes to wear, as long as I don't wear red.

The funeral was held in a rented venue, and the speakers kept playing dirges. This was the last day of the funeral. After the funeral, it was over after eating.

The ceremony of receiving the spirit is also very simple. The immediate family members pay a few steps and worship, the coffin passes by the school, the paper is burned, the pork head meat has been rolled over, the rice wine is poured, and the incense is burnt.

The few people in the lead had white cloths on their heads and white mourning clothes, and they were crying out of shape.

The desolate suona sounded, the gong rang, and the paper money was flying all over the sky. After a few steps, Hu Ya wept silently at the end. The tears that flowed out were blood tears, and Guiying wiped her tears with her short hands.

An Lan lost her usual lazy look, and just stood there quietly without any expression.

For him, there is no big difference between living and dying, but for human beings, it is farewell.

Jian Ke thought, the boss at the moment seems to be extremely contradictory.

The crowd gradually receded, An Lan stretched her long legs, "Let's go."

After sending the spirit away, the coffin was parked in a special place, because the city is still far from the countryside, and it will be sent to be buried after the end.

All kinds of wreaths were placed on the field, and the one who cried the most was a middle-aged woman, her eyes were swollen, her face was very tired, and her hair was even a little messed up. Smiling, his eyes were red, his back was a little bent, and his hair was dyed white. The obviously strong middle-aged man was also secretly wiping tears behind his back.

Hu Ya smiled miserably, "This is my mother," she fell into her own memories, "Although she is just a very ordinary mother, she always cleans up the house and herself. He is my father, like many other fathers, he is the pillar of the family, he always keeps his back straight, as if nothing can crush him..." As he spoke, he began to cry.

An Lan handed him a roll of toilet paper, ghosts could touch the things in his hand, Hu Ya wiped away tears.

Putting his hands into his pockets, he touched something cold and round, and was stunned for a moment.

How did it get in?

The author has something to say: The funeral is adapted from the author's personal experience when he was a child