"You also know that she is dead."
Mu Yunbai put down the coffee cup in his hand and sat there with his slender fingers intertwined.
Because against the light, this person was like a dazzling temple.
He said softly, "There is an old saying in China that the deceased is the greatest.
It is just to fulfill one of her last wishes and make her go away more peacefully.
Do you think that because of this, she becomes a vicious ghost who haunts you every day?"
When Qi Lulu thought about Liu Zhen turning into a ghost and pestering her every day, she couldn't help but shudder and became nervous.
Mu Yunbai smiled slightly, knowing that the other party's psychological defense had been broken, so he leaned forward and said in an almost seductive voice: "Since I proposed to take your son with me, naturally I have a way to take him all away."
Xiaojie is his son, how could he let him get hurt in the slightest?"
Qi Lulu thought about it, and it seemed to be the truth, but she still felt uneasy and said: "But why does she have to see my son?"
Mu Yunbai thought for a while, and then said slowly: "It can be regarded as fulfilling a mother's wish."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up Xiaojie from Qi Lulu's arms, then looked into Xiaojie's eyes and said softly: "Xiaojie, do you want your uncle to take you to find your father?"
Although Mu Yunbai came to see Xiaojie once before, he was being controlled by someone at that time.
I had no memory of what had happened, so I would not know Mu Yunbai, a stranger.
But Mu Yunbai exudes a reassuring temperament that even the young Xiaojie can feel.
So he smiled cutely at Mu Yunbai and replied: "Okay."
Tang Xiaoman, who had not dared to express her anger from beginning to end, breathed a sigh of relief.
She glanced at the grandfather clock beside her and reminded Mu Yunbai: "It's getting late, we have to hurry up."
Because they were taking Xiaojie to meet a newly deceased soul in the middle of July, in order to minimize the probability of an accident, Mu Yunbai decided to take Xiaojie to meet Liu Zhen at 3:00 noon.
Because only at this time the Yang Qi is at its strongest and can best suppress these dead souls.
Mu Yunbai nodded, hugged Xiaojie and walked out.
By the time they arrived at the funeral home, it was almost noon.
Most of the people who came to express their condolences had left, leaving only a few people dressed as nuns sitting cross-legged and reciting sutras to save Liu Zhen.
Yang Lin, who had been waiting here all morning, saw Tang Xiaoman and Mu Yunbai coming in with a child in their arms, and rushed forward to greet them.
Mu Yunbai handed Xiaojie into Tang Xiaoman's hands and told him that no matter what the situation, the child's feet must not touch the ground.
Then he turned around and asked Yang Lin: "How is the situation?"
"My mood has always been quite stable.
There were some small fluctuations in the middle, so I lit the requiem incense."
Yang Lin took out the small compass that had been hidden in the palm of his hand and looked at the memorial altar with incense candles in the hall.
Tai pointed.
Tang Xiaoman saw that it was a very exquisitely made compass.
Although it was small in size, the scale inscriptions and other craftsmanship on it were all meticulous.
The small needle in the middle was like a person's heartbeat and breathing, always moving evenly.
Swinging slightly.
"This magical weapon of yours is really good."
Tang Xiaoman praised.
"Brother Mu gave this to me."
Yang Lin looked around proudly, and after confirming that no one was around, he revealed the full picture of the compass.
It turned out that the compass was not only small, but also set with a slender chain, completely It can be worn around the neck like a necklace.
"I want to take it back to my grandpa and he will be so jealous of me
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