Nan Yuanman: "Explanation?"

“Yes.” Lan’er’s gaze didn’t leave Yin Yanhui. She said in a hoarse voice, “I want to hear his explanation for why he hasn’t come back to marry me for so long.”

Yin Yanhui felt uncomfortable under her gaze, touching her nose and scratching her hair from time to time. She couldn't help but say, "But I'm not Wei Zefeng now! I... I can't explain it to you."

Doesn't this just create another vicious cycle?

"It's alright." Lan'er smiled gently. "Then I'll cling to you until you die. When you die, you'll remember your past life and explain it to me."

Yin Yanhui: "..."

Yin Yanhui looked at Nan Yuanman with a pleading expression, her eyes filled with the word "help".

If Lan'er really gets entangled with her, she'll never get a good night's sleep in her life.

Nan Yuanman frowned and said, "No, Aunt Yanhui is a living person. If you bother her, she will get sick."

She thought hard for a moment and said, "I have a way to make Aunt Yanhui temporarily recall her memories of her past life, but it will only last for two hours."

"You have two hours. Whatever answer you get, you are not allowed to disturb Aunt Yanhui before she passes away."

"And Aunt Yanhui will burn paper money for you on the first and fifteenth of the first lunar month, as well as during Qingming Festival and the Cold Clothes Festival, to settle the debts between you. Do you agree?"

When Lan'er heard Nan Yuanman say that she had a way to get Wei Zefeng to talk to her, she nodded repeatedly. After Nan Yuanman finished speaking, she hurriedly said, "I agree!"

Nan Yuanman looked at Yin Yanhui: "Where is Aunt Yanhui?"

Could Yin Yanhui say she disagreed? Of course she agreed!

but……

"Just so you know, you can't use my body to do anything weird!"

Nan Yuanman waved her little hand, looking very reliable: "Aunt Yanhui, don't worry, with me here, nothing will happen to your body."

After they had discussed it, Lan'er stood up from the ground somewhat nervously, wiped the blood and tears from her face, and used her ghostly energy to conjure a red paper, which she then placed to her lips and pursed them. Her already red lips became even redder.

Her loose hair was now braided into shiny black braids, and the resentment and ghostly aura emanating from her body were suppressed. If it weren't for her transparent soul, one might mistake her for a living person at first glance.

Lan'er looked at them nervously: "Do I look good like this?"

Meng Qingwan nodded repeatedly, giving a thumbs up: "Beautiful!"

Yin Yanhui's expression was complicated, but she still gave a soft "hmm".

Nan Yuanman exclaimed loudly, "It's super beautiful!"

Lan'er smiled shyly, her eyes filled with hope as she looked at Nan Yuanman.

Just as Nan Yuanman was about to take out his eating utensils from his small satchel, a commotion suddenly erupted outside: "Who called the police?"

"Oh my god! How did this wall collapse? Are there people buried underneath?! Quick! Go and rescue them!"

With outsiders coming, Nan Yuanman couldn't resolve the situation all at once. She discussed with Lan'er, "How about we wake up Aunt Yan Hui's past life memories tonight? It'll probably be noisy with people coming in."

Lan'er answered softly, "Yes, that's fine."

Upon hearing this, Yin Yanhui told Nan Yuanman and Meng Qingwan to wait there while she went out to negotiate with the police, quickly absolving herself of any responsibility.

They even kindly left Zhang Zhiling's parents' phone number so they could call someone to pay the bill.

After they managed to swindle the police away, it gradually got dark.

Yin Yanhui went out and found some quick and efficient female workers, paying them 100 yuan per hour to tidy up the yard and rooms.

I bought some new bed sheets and sent them to be washed and dried.

After all, I'll be staying at the old house tonight to work, so I need to make sure I have a place to sleep.

After a busy night, the three of them had dinner, and it was 8:30 p.m.

Nan Yuanman took out a small incense burner, took out a red thread, dotted cinnabar on both ends, and tied it to the fingers of Yin Yanhui and Lan'er.

Yin Yanhui sat on her newly bought recliner, watching Nan Yuanman's movements. She was so nervous that her forehead was covered in cold sweat, and her heart was pounding as if it would jump out of her throat at any moment.

Meng Qingwan, who was watching from the sidelines, was slowly eating a roasted corn cob, her eyes full of curiosity.

Lan'er was also very nervous, her eyes lowered, and she would steal glances at Yin Yanhui from time to time.

Nan Yuanman tied a red rope around his neck, lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner, then took out a pink talisman and lit it.

A faint fragrance of peach blossoms gradually wafted from the incense burner.

Yin Yanhui felt a strong drowsiness surge up from the depths of her body. She couldn't hold on for more than two seconds before she closed her eyes and fell asleep immediately.

After she fell asleep, Nan Yuanman took a wisp of soul energy from Lan'er and placed it into Yin Yanhui's body, holding her hand and murmuring a few incantations.

This was the first time Meng Qingwan had ever seen Nan Yuanman perform a ritual using an altar. She didn't dare to breathe loudly and even forgot to eat the roasted corn in her hand.

After Nan Yuanman finished reciting the last mantra, Yin Yanhui, whose eyes had been tightly closed, slowly opened them.

Her demeanor became much more composed, and her eyes held a sharp and wary look.

Lan'er watched as his aura gradually changed, a hint of excitement appearing in her eyes. She softly called out to him, "Brother Feng'er."

Upon hearing that longed-for soft call, Yin Yanhui, who was about to check her surroundings—no, Wei Zefeng—slightly trembled. He slowly, with a hint of hesitation, turned his head, and when he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar face, he froze: "Alan?"

"Alan? What are you doing here? Were you arrested too?"

Wei Zefeng instinctively stood up and hurriedly reached out to her, wanting to grab her and run away: "Don't say anything now, I'll get you out of here first!"

He tried to grab at it, but he missed.

Wei Zefeng was stunned for a moment: "Alan, you..."

Lan'er looked at him with a mixture of joy and sorrow, and wanted to cry again, but she didn't want to frighten Wei Zefeng, nor did she want to lie to him, so she could only whisper, "Brother Feng'er, I'm already dead."

"In the tenth year after you left the village, enemy invaders broke into our village, stole our food and supplies, and even tried to slaughter everyone in the village. I... I was stabbed to death by them while trying to cover my parents' escape."

She looked at him sadly and told him, "Brother Feng, you are dead too. Your current body... is the body you have been reincarnated into."

Wei Zefeng felt a sharp pain in his head. He clutched his head and knelt somewhat awkwardly in front of Lan'er. It took him a long time to realize that he was indeed dead.

He died in the third year after he left the village to seek his fortune.

He made a name for himself outside, worked for a big shot, and secretly provided conveniences for some comrades. However, on the night he was to return to the village to marry Alan, he was betrayed by a traitor and died in the basement during the interrogation.

Before he died, he was still thinking that he hoped Alan would find out he hadn't returned and marry someone else instead of foolishly waiting for him.

I can't wait any longer.

Alan trembled slightly, stood up and squatted down in front of him. Looking at Wei Zefeng, whose eyes were bloodshot, she said softly, "Brother Feng, I have waited for you my whole life, waiting for you to come back and marry me."

"But why didn't you come? You..." she asked, choking back tears, "Don't you want me anymore?"