The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Xiao Chenyan said he wanted to burn paper for Qingwu, but he meant burning it.

There are only three kinds of money recognized under the underworld. One is paper money in the shape of copper coins, which carries the wishes of living relatives, but it is the cheapest. The second type is gold and silver ingots, and the third type is genuine gold and silver.

What Xiao Chenyan prepared for her was the most ordinary copper money paper. Qing Wu looked at the pile of paper money and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"If you are burning paper, you must know your birth and death dates, or your name." Xiao Chenyan looked at her: "Write the name 'should be like this', can you receive it?"

Qing Wu's expression did not change, and she laughed in her heart, so she was waiting for her here?

Her beautiful eyes looked away, the waves flowing, she turned sideways to face him, her fingernails painted with khaodan fell on his heart, she pressed a little harder, she was charming but didn't know herself, and she exhaled like a orchid:

"If you want my maiden name, just give me this little money. Why don't you stop digging for it?"

Xiao Chenyan took advantage of the situation and held her hand, his eyes so gloomy that it was hard to see his true emotions.

In the insect cave, he made a contract with her, and their souls were connected. He saw fragments of her memory in a trance.

Not surprisingly, I found out that 'should be' is just a pseudonym.

Before that, he had doubted many times whether she could be the little girl from Zhenguo Hou Mansion.

But in her memory, she was born under the netherworld and was not a human being.

The only thing with a bit of "human touch" may be the white snow that flashes in my memory.

The hornet calls her Diji, which is enough to indicate her status in the underworld.

All kinds of evidence show that she can never be that little girl.

But Xiao Chenyan always felt that those senses of déjà vu and those coincidences were more than just coincidences.

"I once knew a little girl."

He suddenly spoke.

Qing Wu's eyes moved slightly, and she wanted to take her hand back, but he held her tightly. Her eyes seemed to be pulled, and her eyes were tightly held by him.

"She was born in a snowy day, and her name is Qingwu."

Xiao Chenyan's tone was calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"I watched her grow into a little girl with yellow hair."

Qingnu pursed her red lips slightly, thinking that you are the little girl with yellow hair.

"When she was a child, she was naughty and active, lazy, greedy and slippery. She liked to catch chickens and let dogs go, and she also loved riding horses and shooting. If she can grow up smoothly, she will definitely be a demon king."

Qing Wu's expression remained unchanged, and she was already scolding her in her heart.

Facing his probing gaze, she smirked and said, "The young lady from the Zhenguo Hou Mansion?"

"You know her?"

Qing Wu's expression remained normal, "This is not the first time you have mentioned something related to her. Besides, that hundred-year-old boy often talks about her."

She paused as she spoke, as if she were a real bystander, with a teasing look on her face: "She must have been a child when she died. You must have been under the age of 18 at the time, so you can't forget her..."

Her tone was charming, as if she was curious as a joke: "Is it possible that you like her?"

"Just a sister."

Qing Wu curled her lips and blurted out: "Men usually say that a woman is a younger sister, probably a love sister."

After saying that, she felt that she had been involved again.

Xiao Chenyan's expression was intriguing.

Qingwu is also stable.

He let go of her hand, picked up the pen on the desk, and wrote the name 'Yun Qingwu' on the copper coin paper.

Qing Wu's eyes twitched slightly, and when she saw that there was wine on the table, an ominous premonition became stronger.

The judge's pen hissed: "He burned paper for you in front of you, and he won't be drinking wine for a while!"

"After a while, I drank a lot, and once you got drunk, you were completely exposed!"

Qing Wu remained motionless, letting Xiao Chenyan burn the paper money. Seeing him lift the wine pot, she still had no reaction.

He looked at her and said calmly: "In the past, I always thought that she might still be alive. Whether it was offering incense or burning paper, the incense is difficult to burn and the paper cannot be burned. But I don't know since when, these things can be burned. It’s burning.”

"Does this mean that she can keep whatever is burned now?"

Qingwu's smile did not change: "That's not necessarily the case, maybe it was eaten by a wandering ghost passing by."

"Where did this lonely ghost come from?" He looked at her.

Qing Wu's teeth were itching and she turned around to leave. As soon as she turned around, she heard the sound of the drink being poured down.

The aroma of wine spreads beyond just your nose.

Most of them followed the wish force towards her soul.

Qing Wu stood still.

Xiao Chenyan looked at her back and clenched his hand on the wine bottle.

"Yun Qingwu."

He called her, expecting her to look back.

She turned around, her eyes were full of clarity, full of playfulness and teasing, just like usual.

Xiao Chenyan couldn't be said to be disappointed, but rather as if he had confirmed something, with more thoughts in his eyes.

Qing Wu sneered in her heart. The last time she got drunk was an accident. This time, she was given a drink in front of her. Did she really think she could be forced to drink?

"Xiao Chenyan, whose substitute do you think I am?"

She took the lead and was ready to make strong arguments. Anyway, she had to dispel Xiao Chenyan's doubts first.

When she first returned to the human world, Qingwu had been secretly looking forward to the day when the smelly inkstone discovered her true identity. She was like a naughty child, preparing to give him a good 'scare'.

But as everything in the past came to light little by little, Qing Wu had a hunch that things were not simple back then, and there was also a big problem with Xiao Chenyan's identity.

She was born with the Yin Guan, and has an innate intuition about cause and effect, just like she can foresee the two troubles of "night travel and day travel".

Her connection with Xiao Chenyan is now deep enough. When she refines the soul-replenishing needle, she can break the soul contract with him.

But Qing Wu had an intuition that once he knew that she was the little girl from Zhenguo Hou Mansion, the bond between her and him would be difficult to break.

She could vaguely see two lines, one was herself and the other was Xiao Chenyan. These two lines had been intertwined and were still slipknot.

But if it sinks any deeper, it will become a knot that is inextricable and inextricable.

It's just that Qingnu's mistake is that she doesn't understand people well enough.

After all, her years as a 'human' are too short.

Therefore, Xiao Chenyan's relieved look after her question made her confused.

She was inexplicably frightened. Just now, the causal line that was originally a slipknot suddenly turned into a dead knot in front of her eyes.

she heard him say.

"I've wondered many times if you could be her."

"I will unconsciously want to get close to you, go against my reason, and lose my self-control."

"Is it because I mistook you for Yun Qingwu, that's why I messed up my position, but I really only regard Yun Qingwu as my sister."

The man looked at her, her reflection reflected in his deep eyes.

"My feeling for you is not that I regard you as someone's substitute."

"After confirming that you are not her, I can fully understand my own heart."

Qing Wu was completely confused, feeling like she shot herself in the foot.

"Recognize...recognize what?"

Xiao Chenyan looked at her and said word by word: "I admire you."

Admiration.

The two words are like strong wine.

The alcohol that was blocked by Qing Wu seemed to have found a gap and penetrated into her soul.

It was smoky and hot, making her feel like she was drunk, and her mind was exploding...

He said...he admired her?

It's not the Yun Qingwu in Aimu's memory.

But she in front of me...