Nan Yuanman blinked, and the ghostly aura before him dissipated, revealing a plump woman with a round face and a very auspicious appearance.
She held a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums in one hand and a red bag containing paper money and paper offerings in the other.
Nan Yuanman glanced at her face subconsciously and found that her parents' palace was sunken, and even her spouse's palace was gloomy.
Beside her was a clean-cut and handsome young man in a black suit, who was carefully supporting her.
Nan Yuanman lowered his eyes to look at the ground. In the firelight, the man beside the woman had no shadow.
Di Sheng meant well by speaking up to remind Nan Yuanman. She had been paying attention to the two people, one big and one small, who both had outstanding temperaments since she arrived here.
She had assumed that burning paper money was something adults did, but after watching for five minutes, she realized it was the little boy who was doing all the work, even burning the paper money directly on the ground. She couldn't help but speak up: "Little friend, if you want to burn paper money, you need to find a copper basin to burn it in. When you burn it, you also need to say the name of the person you want to burn it for, so that the person will receive it."
"If you put it directly on the ground, not only will the other person not receive it, but it will also be snatched up by the wandering ghosts nearby."
"If you really don't know how, Auntie can cook it for you."
Perhaps because her child was about to be born, she felt compassion when she saw a beautiful little child doing these things that adults should be doing.
After all, the man who came with her didn't seem very reliable.
Feng, the unreliable, Cong Qian: "..."
He hesitated to speak, then hesitated again, and finally silently took the blame.
Nan Yuanman didn't refuse Di Sheng's kindness and thanked her in a childish voice, "Thank you, Auntie, but no need! Yuanman can do it herself."
She pointed worriedly to Disheng's belly: "Does Auntie need Yuanman's help? Your belly is so big, it must be very inconvenient for you to move around."
Di Sheng smiled gently and happily: "Thank you, little one, but Auntie has Uncle to take care of her, so I don't need your help! Be careful, don't get burned by the fire."
Upon hearing this, Feng Congqian's expression instantly turned strange, and he looked at Nan Yuanman with a probing gaze.
Nan Yuanman took his hand and nodded to Di Sheng: "Okay."
Di Sheng smiled at her, then turned to the young man beside her and chatted and laughed as they went to find an open space to burn paper money. The young man listened quietly to her rambling.
The young man seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head slightly and met Nan Yuanman's clear eyes.
The young man's fingertips trembled slightly, but he ultimately lowered his head and followed Di Sheng.
After they left, Feng Congqian lowered his voice and asked, "Was there a...ghost with her?"
The woman had come alone; he hadn't seen anyone else beside her, and considering the unusual circumstances of today…
The "uncle" beside her was probably not a living person.
Nan Yuanman hummed in agreement, turning her gaze away from Di Sheng and continuing to bestow blessings upon him. She could tell that the young man beside Di Sheng had no ill intentions towards her; on the contrary, he was full of care for her, so she decided not to meddle for the time being.
At that moment, Di Sheng was chatting with her lover: "Yi Bei, did you see that little girl just now? She's so cute. I wish our daughter was as cute as her. She's chubby and looks like she's been well taken care of by her family."
Gao Yibei replied gently, "Yes, our daughter will grow up to be just as cute as her, with eyes like yours and a nose like mine."
Di Sheng smiled and said, "Mom and Dad, did you hear that? You must bless your granddaughter to be born safely and healthily."
Gao Yibei lowered his eyes, looking at his wife who was burning paper money and muttering to herself. A pang of pain flashed in his eyes, and his lips moved slightly: "Sheng Sheng, we..."
Hearing his voice, Di Sheng looked up at him, her eyes filled with dependence and love: "What's wrong?"
Looking at Di Sheng's smiling face and her dependence on him, Gao Yibei couldn't say anything. He smiled and said, "It's okay. What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you when we get back."
"Anything is fine? I want ice cream, snail rice noodles..." Di Sheng's eyes lit up as she held up her fingers and listed the things she wanted to eat.
People who occasionally passed by Di Sheng and saw her talking to an empty space felt a chill run down their spines and quickly left.
After burning the paper money and the things they brought, Di Sheng took Gao Yibei's hand and slowly walked out of this place that seemed to connect to the underworld.
Upon arriving at the parking lot, Di Sheng unexpectedly ran into Nan Yuanman and Feng Congqian again.
After the Nanmanyuan almsgiving ceremony ended, Feng Congqian originally wanted to take her back directly, but the little dumpling was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, she sat on the back of the pickup truck, swinging her little feet and saying to wait a little longer.
And so, the flute and sheng were finally played.
Di Sheng really liked this chubby little dumpling that looked like a soft, fluffy white steamed bun, and couldn't help but greet her: "Hey, little one, we meet again. Haven't you gone home yet?"
Nan Yuanman's eyes curved slightly: "Ready to go back!"
Her gaze swept over Di Sheng's hands, and she exclaimed, "Auntie, it seems you forgot your bag! Did you leave it where you were burning paper money?"
Di Sheng glanced at her hands subconsciously; they were empty. She couldn't help but gently pat her forehead. "It's true, my memory has gotten worse since I got pregnant. Little one, Auntie's going back to get my bag now."
The young man who had been following Di Sheng wanted to catch up, but he was frozen in place and unable to move.
His expression changed slightly, and he suddenly turned to look at Nan Yuanman, his eyes full of vigilance. A faint blush appeared on his originally clean and handsome face, and his features gradually became ferocious.
"Are you a Taoist priest? What are you trying to do by sending Sheng Sheng away?"
"Uncle, don't be nervous, I mean you and Auntie no harm." Nan Yuanman reassured him in a childish voice, her large, clear eyes staring straight at him: "I'm keeping you here just to ask, why did you stuff ghost energy into Auntie's belly?"
Yes, Nan Yuanman knew the moment she saw Disheng that she wasn't pregnant.
Her protruding belly was filled with ghostly energy.
The ghostly energy originated from the same source as Gao Yibei. Under his control, it did not cause too much harm to Di Sheng. However, the high intensity of controlling the ghostly energy and trying to restrain it from harming Di Sheng's body caused great damage to Gao Yibei.
His soul is now very weak. Nan Yuanman can see that as soon as he lets go of his obsession, his soul will be scattered and he will not be able to survive until he goes to the underworld.
That's why, when Nan Yuanman saw Gao Yibei, she didn't immediately expose to Di Sheng that he wasn't human.
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