I'm an ordinary person

An Lan hurried to see this scene, Mu Lan was in the center of countless green light spots, and the light spots were still burrowing into her stomach.Mulan shook his head and wept, but couldn't move forward.

Countless light spots came from Huai Xu floating in midair.

An Lan's expression changed: "Jian Huaixu! You are dying!" This was the first time An Lan called him by his first and last name.

The spot of light disappeared, and Mulan fell down. Xia Qingyan rushed forward and supported Mulan.

Huai Xu's body was almost transparent, but he smiled and hugged An Lan, "I..."

An Lan was very careful, for fear that a single force would dissipate him.

Huai Xu showed a relaxed smile: "It's not because of you, I just returned the karma."

In the end, he still didn't express his secret feelings.He had also spied on his past back then. The young An Lan was wearing a fiery red wedding gown, and was held by another man, step by step into the wedding hall.He desperately wanted to see that person's face clearly, and that person curled his lips coldly towards him.Then he kissed the young man next to him.

You can't look at that person's face, you can't smell his name...

Huai Xu's figure disappeared, "I..." like you.Dissipated into foam.

Love is fulfillment... Love is letting go...

An Lan maintained that hug.Slowly let go.

An Lan stood in the courtyard all the time, and finally closed her eyes against the locust tree.

Mulan woke up in the evening.Standing by the window, looking at the little figure leaning against the locust tree, Huai Xu's murmur echoed in his mind: "I like him, I want him to live in guilt forever...I want him to remember forever... Hold me."

It's just... why did you regret it in the end?She has a sore nose, she can't cry, crying is not good for a child, it's not just her own child.

An Lan placed a bowl of wine, and countless jade stones were buried under the tree, but it could only alleviate its decline.Because the spirit of the locust tree no longer exists...

"Aren't you most afraid of death?" An Lan took a sip of the wine, and the spicy taste filled his throat.

Xia Qingyan wanted to stop him, but Mulan stopped him and shook his head.

"Do you think I'll be grateful to you?"

An Lan's drinking capacity was not much better. The wine was baijiu, so she was easy to get drunk. After a few sips, she fell asleep leaning against the locust tree.

In the dream, there was a huge locust tree with countless brilliant white flowers.

The days were going to continue, Xia Qingyan and the others became more cautious, after all, what she was carrying was no longer a child, but hope.

An Lan was also elusive, returning to her former calm, the previous sadness was even just an illusion.But everyone knows that he just buried it in his heart.

All they can do is take good care of the child in Mulan's stomach.

The sacrifice of the Sophora tree spirit is very useful, even though the fetus still has no soul, it still has fetal movement.Very healthy.The good news is that the fetus itself produces a soul.There was no need for An Lan to put the newborn spirit into the fetus.

But this is not allowed.Since ancient times, there has never been a precedent for the fetus to produce its own soul. The normal process is that the pure ghost drank Mengpo soup, crossed the bridge of Naihe, and entered the fetus according to the records in the book of life and death.

Even though the spirit of the pagoda tree is protecting him and deceiving the heavens, it will only be for a while after all, and they will never allow his birth.

Time passed quickly, and Mu Lan's stomach was already very protruding. Xia Qingyan couldn't be in a good mood, but she pulled herself together and said to An Lan, "Brother, the due date of delivery has come, and it's around the Ghost Festival."

The Ghost Festival is also known as the Ghost Festival. On this day, the yin energy is the strongest and the ghosts are the most powerful.

An Lan hoped to avoid this day, because even he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to take them away unscathed when he was born.

But now the more important thing is who will deliver the baby. An Lan has to fight against those ghosts peeking at his body, and Xia Qingyan is a weak chicken with no defense. He can't go to the hospital unless he wants to drag the whole hospital with him.

"Let the old lady come." The woman pushed open the door. Her figure was a little bent, her hair was white, and her face was full of marks left by the years, but her eyes were gentle, with the beauty of time, and she was very energetic.

"Grandma Zhang, I miss you so much." Xia Qingyan beamed with joy, diluting the previous dullness.

An Lan also took a step forward and said, "Why are you here?"

Don't blame An Lan for being surprised. Ever since Po Zhang had nothing to teach him to become a teacher, she chose to travel around. It is almost difficult to see him all year round, except for the New Year.

Grandma Zhang smiled, showing wrinkles all over her face, and tapped the crutches made of high-quality sandalwood: "How can I not add my share to this matter?"

An Lan instinctively wanted to refuse. After all, this matter was too detrimental.

Granny Zhang interrupted him: "Now I have half a foot into the coffin, and it is only natural for me to deliver my grandson."

An Lan was also very helpless, and wanted to say something, her cheeks hurt, and her face was rubbed by rough hands, "Why are children so serious?"

An Lan sighed, obediently being rubbed by her, he just wanted to say, do you still remember that you called me Master of the Underworld before?As the saying goes, the older you get, the more you look like a child.

Granny Zhang's wise eyes were smiling, looking at his helpless but aggrieved look, how nice it was.

"Mrs. Zhang, you have to think about it clearly."

"Old lady, I know very well now, I am not old and dim-sighted at all." He said to Er Huzi, "Go to the secret compartment of the cabinet next to my bed and take that thing out."

"okay."

That thing is a box, made of rosewood, the workmanship is very exquisite, the lines are vivid, and it smells of a simple and simple fragrance.

An Lan has never studied the workmanship of this box, but he still recognizes the patterns on it. They are all fierce beasts, sealed with rosewood wood. I am afraid that the things inside are not simple.

An Lan asked Xia Qingyan to take Mulan to the inner hall first, fearing that the things inside would hit the fetus.

Zhang Po didn't say anything, she touched the box with her dry hands nostalgicly, and then opened it.

There is a pair of scissors and a pair of scissors inside. The style is very ordinary, but it emits a sharp cold light in the refraction of light, which is very sharp.Even An Lan was taken a few steps back by the vigor.

"Is this..."

She took it out, nodded, and said slowly: "This is the treasure handed down from generation to generation by our paper maker. One cut cuts away Yin and Yang, and one stroke removes Yin Qi."

An Lan was in a complicated mood. This pair of scissors was just what they needed. To isolate the yin and yang means to cut off the connection between the child and the underworld, and the body will not be occupied by ghosts.Sighing: "It seems that you must participate in it."

She closed the box again: "The old woman, her husband, and her son all died decades ago. I told myself that fate cannot be violated. Now that I am an old bone, I don't believe it anymore."

The author has something to say: After waking up...only to find out that the scheduled time has not been sent out...QUQ