About the matter of Mrs. Chen's superstition in science

The fact that her husband and daughter both turned into ghosts before she knew it made Wakana seriously ill. The meat she had managed to raise before disappeared, and she became emaciated and emaciated visible to the naked eye.

This made Wu Mi very nervous, fearing that there would be any mistakes in the baby, and issued a death order that no one was allowed to set foot in this yard.

"Are you still suffering?"

Worried about the hands of the dummy, he personally took time to take care of Wakaca's daily life, put a soft pillow behind her waist, carefully observed the blue eyes in her eyes, and then his voice sank, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Wakaca didn't want him to worry, and couldn't help but think wildly and make all kinds of assumptions. If she could find out in time, her husband and daughter might not have come to this point, it's just an if in the end.

She didn't answer, Wu Mi was much more patient, turned her head to tidy up the things on the bedside table, her gaze fell on a plain ceramic pot, and she dug out the picture in the corner of her memory to confirm that Wakaca had poured some out of it into a cup to soak After drinking tea, he asked, "I'll make you a cup of tea, drink some hot water, lie down and rest for a while, and I'll call you when lunch is ready."

The interior of the ceramic pot is dark, and it is pitch-black from the inside of the caliber. The other shore flower has two colors, red is the majority, and cyan only accounts for about one-fifth, so the probability of pouring red is high.

Wu Mi scooped out the spoon with a teaspoon, just covering the bottom of the cup.

The boiling water rushed down, and the petals stretched out in the boiling water, and the original dark red was bleeding.

Wu Mi has been looking for the blue Bana flower, and he can recognize its shape when it turns into ashes, but the bright red color makes him annihilated before even a moment of surprise can be born.

Ruocai would feel even more tired after lying down for more than ten hours. Looking at the back of Wu Mi who got up to pour water, his eyes were moistened. Seeing him turn around with the cup in hand, he quickly wiped it off with his fingers, weakly Parting his lips, "Thank you."

"Don't be polite to me, drink something warm and sleep for a while to refresh yourself. You are not alone now, and you should think more about the child in your belly."

Wu Mi's words made Wakaca's eyes brighter, and the hand hidden under the quilt lightly stroked her belly, and the joy of meeting her new life in half a month lessened the sadness, and there were no hurdles to overcome in life.

With a slight smile, Wakaca took a sip of tea, her stomach felt warm, and then asked, "Yueyan, have you decided on a name for the baby yet?"

There was an almost untraceable pause, and Wu Mi immediately recovered and said affirmatively, "Of course, this is the most precious gift you gave me. It's just that I thought of too many names when I was happy, and we will discuss it after writing it down."

Yuemo thought of something, Ruocaiyu said in a low voice earnestly, "Don't ignore Kajiang just because the baby is still young, and if she is left out, she will mistakenly think that Mom and Dad don't love her anymore."

Wuyou let out a single sound from his throat indifferently.

Just as they were talking, the person concerned ran in from outside the house, and after Wu Mi said something about taking good care of her mother, she tucked up the quilt for Ruocai, "You rest first, let Gabaiko call me if you have something to do, and I will make you a soup to make up for it Body, if there is anything you want to eat, you must tell me."

"Hey, hey, I see, you're worrying too much." Wakana was amused by his serious order, knowing that he was obviously not good at doing these things, but now he was trying to learn for her.

Wu Mi turned his head and explained a few words to Gabaizi before opening the door and leaving.

Only the "mother and daughter" are left in the limited space.

Since then, Gabaiko has not dared to talk to Wakana or even looked at each other. Every time she gets along alone, she feels like sitting on pins and needles. She hasn't felt such emotions for a long time.

"sorry."

The chapped lips opened and closed, and the words spit out made Gabaiko puzzled.

Why is she apologizing?Isn't she a victim?

Wakasa didn't say any more, and beckoned her to come over. Gabaiko hesitated for a moment, moved over slowly, knelt down on the tatami beside him, lowered his head and fiddled with the thin chain on his wrist, waiting for her next torture.

"Kachan, do you want to sleep? You look a bit tired, maybe you haven't had a good rest." Wakana patted the empty space next to her, "Come on, mom will sing you nursery rhymes, just like when you were a child."

Gabaiko's eyes darkened: There was never such a thing as a child.

Thinking so, Gabaiko still obediently lay down on his side, resting his head on his arms, waiting silently.

After agreeing to sing nursery rhymes to lull her to sleep, Wakana really didn't do anything else. She stroked Gabaiko's hair with her hand and hummed a familiar melody, as if she hadn't mentioned any word about "ghost" before that day.

Gabaiko was silent tacitly, but felt a little tormented in his heart, and this torment lasted until Wakana recovered from his illness.

If Cai lay on the bed for a long time and wanted to breathe fresh air outside, Gabaizi couldn't dissuade him and had to follow along, secretly praying that he would never meet other ghosts, a fallen princess could explain it, if he met several twelve ghost moons in a row, it would be too much for ten mouths Can't tell.

Reality is always afraid of what will come, and this time it is not an ordinary ghost, but Tongmo, the second of the Shangxian, and Yiwozuo, the third of the Shangxian, in the third middle school, who is obedient to Mr. Wu Mi, and the other two are all ghosts. Not the type to get along with, especially Tong Mo.

Gabaiko heard that he did not have the emotions of a normal person. He clearly did not feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but pretended to listen with empathy. He especially liked to eat young women, probably because he felt that women who could give birth to new life had better nutrition than men.

Young, female, pregnant with a fetus, Wakana is perfect.

Even though the other party had a harmless smile on his face, when he came over, Gabazi's eyelids twitched, and he immediately had the urge to turn around and run.

The first thing Ruo Cai saw was Tong Mo Bai Oak's hair color, when he noticed someone over there and turned around, he was first stunned by his colorful pupils, and then stunned again after seeing the words clearly on the pupils.

The way Tong Mo looks at the thing she misses makes her tremble even more.

The intuition was not good, the fear of the cold stored in her cells made her instinctively back away, and in just a moment, her forehead hair was wet with cold sweat.

"Good morning, have you finally considered that you want to integrate with me? Great, then join me in getting rid of pain and gaining eternal happiness."

Tong Mo slowly retracted the iron fan in his hand, and he was already approaching while speaking, his slightly narrowed eyes made him look very happy.

Wakaca was stunned by his thoughtless words, even if she couldn't understand what he said, she knew it was not a good word, so she immediately wanted to find an excuse to leave, "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I want to go back and rest."

I didn't realize it when I said it, but after I finished speaking, I belatedly remembered that this is her and Yueyan's new home. Why do twelve ghost moons often appear?

"It's rare to meet on such a refreshing morning. Let's talk happily? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The golden fan engraved with lotus patterns was undeniably blocking the front, Wakana took a deep breath, calmed down and looked up at him.

Tong Mo tilted his head, with a confused and incomprehensible expression, "It's so cold, aren't we friends?"

Who is your friend to hell!

Gabaiko really wanted to slap this sentence on his face with backbone and then drag Wakana away with a step of disapproval, but unfortunately, the cruel difference in strength made her have to honestly pretend to be dead.

Gabaiko held his breath to look at Wakana. If she had memories, it would have been a scene in which her enemies were extremely jealous when they met. She was seriously injured by Tong Mo and was rescued by Master Wu Mi when she was dying.It would be better to just die at that time, and there won't be so many bad things in the future, both for her and for myself.

Even though he was sure that Wakana would not remember anything, Gabaiko was still worried about the uncontrollable changes that would occur when the two met, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Mom, is this person also Yue Yan's father's colleague?"

She's always called "Father," and now that Wakana already knows she's a ghost, it doesn't seem like a big deal if a question of title raises suspicions.

Meeting Shangxian one after another, no matter how well she hides it, she will be exposed sooner or later.

Wakana frowned as expected, but didn't say anything after hearing the hint.

Tong Mo has never cared about Wu Mi's mimicry identity. Although he vaguely guessed it, he still took a step closer, "It's really pitiful. Have you ever been happy? It's a meaningless life."

Feeling the strong emotion coming from the lower left, Tong Mo lowered his head to look at Gabaiko who was just past his waist in puzzlement.

That look...

Is it angry?It's incomprehensible, but it's just a human being, why should you be angry for her?What he said is obviously true.

Gabaiko probably guessed that Tong Mo was just out of bad taste and wanted to tease his prey, and he would not really eat people after knowing Wakana's current identity.

It really is an annoying character, no wonder he can't get along with other Shangxian.

"Do you know me?"

Contrary to the two people's expected reactions, Wakana stabilized her mind and looked calm, the purple in her eyes settled into a dark color in the depths, unable to stir up any ripples, and even asked in a flat tone, "Do you know me before? "

Gabaizi's eyeballs were bloodshot, and he opened his mouth in disbelief.

Is "the former me" the meaning she understood?Did she regain her memory?impossible!How is this possible!Her memory was literally destroyed!This is irreversible!Absolutely impossible to remember!

Tong Mo pressed her fan against her lower lip, as if she was thinking.

After a long time, so long that Gabaiko thought he was going to say something amazing, he suddenly smiled, "I can't tell what your mood is now... Are you angry? Ah, what did you do wrong? , but you are also very cute when you are angry, so cute that I want to eat you right now, just thinking about such a scene makes me feel like my sanity is about to collapse~"

Gabaiko is desperate for his brain circuit, isn't this really adding fuel to the fire? It can't be repaired!

Once the illusory reality is torn apart, Xueba's brain cells will start to run at a high speed. Wakana looked directly at him and said slowly, "You know me from before."

In the same words, this time with a positive tone.

"Being known by your level and living up to now, it seems that I was also a ghost hunter before, and my strength is not too low. Among you, there are ghosts who can manipulate memory."

The answer is about to come out.

The truth was revealed when caught off guard.

Gabaiko couldn't believe that the illusion he had worked so hard to maintain for so long was broken by a few words.

"Don't look at me with such eyes, I'm going to cry, hey~ There are so many cruel things in this world, and you will feel painful if you know it, so it's better not to understand many things in detail."

Tong Mo's gentle tone tore up the last trace of her strength.

Something collapsed in those purple eyes.

The height of Gabaiko's eyes was just barely enough to see Wakana's hand half hidden in the sleeve, her pale fist was tightly squeezed, and a trace of bright red squeezed out from between the fingers.