Chapter 11 Hugging Si Cang's waist
Two hours later, Duan Anluo released Li Zongzhi and found that his soul had become much more solid. Li Zongzhi said gratefully, "Thank you, I thought I was going to disappear."
Duan Anluo lit another stick of soul-solidifying incense for him, then asked doubtfully, "Hasn't any ghost messenger come to see you during this period?"
Li Zongzhi looked bewildered. "Ghost messenger? What ghost messenger?"
Duan Anluo frowned. Did something happen down there?
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and asked, "Do you want to see her before you leave?"
Li Zongzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I dare not. I'm afraid she will be sad, and even more afraid that I won't be able to leave after seeing her. I'm not a good husband. I feel sorry for her."
"But you're a good person. You saved the lives of those children and indirectly saved those families. Do you regret sacrificing yourself to save others?"
Li Zongzhi shook his head without hesitation, "No regrets! I'm a veteran, and saving lives is my instinctive reaction. As long as I'm still breathing, I will never watch those children get into danger.
The person I feel most guilty about is my wife. I made her wait so long when I joined the army, and we were rarely together. Now that we're finally together, I want to treat her better and better. I often wonder what good fortune I had to marry such a wonderful wife.
At this point, Li Zongzhi's eyes were already moist. He wiped his face carelessly, but the more he wiped, the more tears he found. He tried to force a smile, but it was even uglier than crying. "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. My wife is really great. She's smart and capable. Every clothing line she designs is a bestseller, and she earns more than I do..."
Li Zongzhi praised his wife for two minutes, then felt it was inappropriate to talk about it now, so he stopped talking about it awkwardly. "After I died, I saw how sad she was, so I didn't dare to leave. I was afraid she would be upset, or something would happen to her. I wanted to wait until she felt better before leaving."
Later I found something black inside her body, and I could tell it wasn't good, so I tried my best to suppress it to prevent it from getting bigger."
"You protected her again."
"It's my duty. She is my wife. If I don't protect her, who will?" Li Zongzhi was sad that he would not be able to protect her in the future. He only hated himself for being so useless. It must be because he neglected to exercise after leaving the army. It was his own fault.
Duan Anluo didn't ask any more questions. "You have to go, or your soul will be scattered. What else do you wish for?"
"I hope she is happy. Will I be able to meet her again in the next life?"
Duan Anluo couldn't understand what magic love had that made it so haunting. This life wasn't enough, so he had to look forward to the next.
"You have been a good person for six lifetimes, and you still have merits in this life. The lower realms may arrange for you to reincarnate early."
Li Zongzhi's face fell: "I just can't meet him, right?"
"Anything else you want to say? How do you hope she'll live in the future?"
Li Zongzhi smiled and said, "Find someone who loves her more, who can protect her and make her happy. She doesn't need to be a burden to my parents. I have an agreement with several of my comrades that no matter who dies first, the rest of us will take care of his parents until the end of their lives."
Duan Anluo lit some incense and said, "I'll tell her. I'll take you down."
After seeing Li Zong off, Duan Anluo went to the next room and looked at Han Ying, who had bitten her lips but didn't cry out, with a gentle gaze. "Did you hear what he said?"
Han Ying nodded vigorously. "I heard him. He told me to live well, and I will live well. I will be happier than anyone else. He doesn't dare to see me, so I won't see him. Let him go in peace."
Duan Anluo saw that although she was crying sadly, she no longer had any thoughts of committing suicide, so he knew that she had listened to the words Li Zongzhi left for her.
Judging from her face, she will never look for another man in the future. Maybe she will never find a man who loves her as much as he does, so she would rather not look for one.
In Duan Anluo's opinion, it's nothing. A man doesn't have to marry a woman to complete the task of continuing the family line.
A woman does not have to marry a man. It is not unorthodox to just take care of her husband and children.
She can earn money, support herself, and take care of her family, so why should she find another partner? If she feels happy being single, then let her be single.
He used to know a wealthy woman who had never married in her life and had more than a dozen brothers-in-law. She would roll dice with whomever she was with every day.
Everyone called her a heretic, and the words were really nasty, but she said that only she knew how comfortable she was.
Han Zhen had never expected that his sister would not get married and would focus all her attention on him, asking him to study hard. Before she left, she said to him with red eyes, "If you rank last in the exam again, I'll beat you to death!"
Han Zhen's skin tensed up. "Isn't it so cruel? I'm your brother."
Han Zhen felt sad, but he couldn't say it. Based on the principle of sharing happiness, he took a taxi in the afternoon and went straight to the bookstore.
He wanted to buy all the review materials home, such as "Three Years of College Entrance Examination, Five Years of Simulation", "College Entrance Examination Sprint Handbook", "High School Must-Practice Questions", etc.
He distributed them carefully: "One for me, one for Jiang Yuan; another for me, two for Jiang Yuan; well... one for the dog, one for Jiang Yuan; one for my deskmate, one for Jiang Yuan!"
The distribution is fair and just.
Jiang Yuan, who knew nothing about this, rode his newly acquired electric scooter to go shopping.
There are not many necessities in the house. Now the weather is getting hotter and hotter. I can’t afford an air conditioner, so I have to buy an electric fan.
The roof also needs to be repaired. It rains a lot in summer, and sleeping in the rain is like the Water Curtain Cave. He can bear it, but his master can't.
After Jiang Yuan left, Duan Anluo pondered for a moment before picking up his pen and writing a bunch of ghostly talismans. Five hundred years had passed, and even if people were dead, ghosts should still be around, right?
It’s impossible that all those ghost messengers have been reincarnated, right?
He wanted to ask if something happened down there, otherwise why had no one come to catch Li Zongzhi's soul after it had been floating for so long?
Li Zongzhi was a good man for six generations, a former soldier, with a strong will and the blessing of the country. If he were an ordinary person, he would have lost himself and become a wandering ghost. Once he was infected with evil spirits, he would harm others.
After the letter burned, a long time passed before the incense ash twisted into a single word: BUSY.
Duan Anluo replied sympathetically: Thank you for your hard work.
There is no shortage of cattle and horses anywhere, and it is not easy to be a ghost.
Then the other party replied: Who are you?
This sentence is rather urgent and seems a bit excited.
Duan Anluo: Your father.
other side:! ! !
Jiang Yuan hadn't been so rich for a long time. He hired workers to repair the roof and doors and windows. When he came back, he bought fruits and melon seeds for Duan Anluo.
He spent all the money Duan Anlu gave him, and he still had to earn money to pay back Huabei next month.
The child was not anxious at all, but was full of energy. As long as the master was around, there was hope, and life was getting better.
Duan Anluo sneezed for no apparent reason while he was cracking some melon seeds. Jiang Yuan ran over with the washed fruit in his hand. "Master, are you okay?"
Duan Anluo touched his nose, feeling itchy and a little cold. "Yuan'er, get me a coat."
Jiang Yuan looked outside. It was such a hot day, but his master was actually cold. He clearly saw that his master's complexion was a little better than the previous two days, so why was he still so weak?
Jiang Yuan brought him a chair and placed it at the door. "Sunbathing your back can increase your Yang energy. Master, just sunbathe more."
Duan Anluo was sitting on a chair watching TV series, and a man was standing outside the door, blocking out a large area of sunlight from him.
Duan Anluo looked up, wow, it’s so dark!
Looking again, the person is quite white, but the aura around him is very dark!
Si Cang lowered his eyes and looked at Duan Anluo who was curled up in a tattered rattan chair. His tall figure blocked a large area of sunlight, and the shadow wrapped Duan Anluo completely.
"Excuse me, is there any master here?" His voice was low and, like his temperament, a little cold.
Duan Anluo raised his face and blinked, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes. A familiar breath rushed straight to his heart with a heat wave - it was the burning feeling of the entanglement of fate.
He looked at the other person calmly. The person in front of him clearly had a purple gold destiny with great luck, but at this moment he was corroded by thick ink-like black air. What was even more strange was that this corrosive black air... was exactly the same as the black air on his body.
Duan Anluo stood up slowly, his head just reaching the height of Si Cang's earlobe. Could this person be the unlucky guy?
Si Cang was also examining him, and couldn't help but frowning slightly.
The white snake was anxiously hitting his spiritual orifice. This white snake was about to transform into a dragon. It had always been arrogant and no one knew why it kept making trouble and looking for this person.
Now he was like a madman, wanting to break free from the restraints of master and servant and pounce on the person in front of him.
It's so thin, what if it gets pounced on and killed?
Si Cang held the white snake's head tightly in his sea of consciousness to stop it from making trouble.
Duan Anluo raised his hand, his five fingers brushing across Si Cang's chest. The surging black energy transformed into a thin stream and sank into his palm, revealing the tattered purple-gold luck beneath, and the surging golden light of merit. This was a medal watered by the blood of countless evil spirits, like a setting sun shrouded in black mist, with sickly spots of light emerging from the light.
Si Cang only felt that the burden that had been weighing on his soul for these days was taken away, and warmth flowed through his limbs and bones, as if a heavy shackle had been removed.
Duan Anluo has confirmed that this is indeed another unlucky guy.
When he first woke up, he was in a small coffin. It was damp and dark, and the air was filled with the rotten and smelly smell of earth.
This is the smell of a large amount of bones, flesh and blood rotting and melting into the soil. It is a typical corpse-raising ground.
Strange memories awakened in his mind. Although not many, they were enough to shock Duan Anluo so much that he was stunned. This was actually five hundred years later, and he was resurrected through another body?
He tried to get up excitedly, but found that he couldn't move at all. He was tied up all over and there was something lying beside him. It was too dark to see clearly, but he could feel the evil energy in his body flowing over there.
It was Jiang Yuan who arrived in time and rescued him from the coffin.
Beside him lay a straw man, dressed in the same scarlet wedding gown, with a birth chart nailed to his chest with coffin nails.
Jiang Yuan was frightened at the time and asked him if this was his grandmother.
Duan Anluo thought about the dream he had before waking up, and believed that he was being arranged to have a ghost marriage. He was so angry that he kicked the doll out of the coffin and summoned thunder to destroy the formation.
Now that I think about it, that straw man was clearly a stand-in for this unlucky guy.
The original owner was born during the Yin calendar and had a rare Nine Yin body. He was sealed in a coffin while still alive, and must have experienced immense pain before his death. Furthermore, being buried alive during an extremely Yin hour, his resentment before death would inevitably lead him to become a fierce ghost after death.
But he was sealed in a coffin and suppressed with cinnabar, so he couldn't get out even if he became a ghost. He could only vent his resentment on the person whose fate was connected to his.
The longer you can't get out, the heavier the resentment becomes, and the more it will corrode the people around you. No matter how good your fate is, it will be corroded completely and will never end.
What a vicious plot! Not only did it make the original person never be reborn, but it also made this unlucky guy fall from the clouds into the quagmire.
If he had not been reborn, his original body would have been accidentally released three years later as written in the book, and then he would have taken over other people's bodies and killed people along the way. The number of people he killed would be enough for Jiang Yuan to write ten pages in his homework book.
Now that I think about it, he must have absorbed the other person's things, creating a gap, so the black energy on his body would flow to the other person. Only with strong luck and huge merits could the heaven bestow blessings, so great as to grant him resurrection.
Duan Anluo figured it out and felt relieved.
He can't afford it!
Now this unfortunate victim has come to him, because he realized that his luck has been sucked away by him and corrupted by him to this extent, so he comes to seek revenge?
Duan Anluo's eyes flickered, and he suddenly leaned against the wall and coughed violently. His thin shoulders trembled like leaves in the autumn wind, as if he would die in the next second. "...Ahem, Master? What Master? Did you come to the wrong place, sir?"
Si Cang looked down at him condescendingly, a faint laugh escaped his throat, "Stop pretending. I've had your presence in my dreams before. You broke my leg and it hurt for a month."
Duan Anluo stepped back and thought, it's over, he remembered everything.
"Also," Si Cang grabbed his collar with two fingers and pulled him back, his eyes as cold as if he was looking at a dead person, "Why are my luck and merits with you?"
Duan Anluo appeared weak on the surface, but his mind was racing with several possible responses. Seeing the murderous intent in the other party's eyes becoming more and more obvious, he suddenly had an idea. He hugged Si Cang's waist, buried his face in his chest, and said aggrievedly: "Damn it, I finally found you!"
Si Cang, with a murderous look on his face, froze.
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