I have a husband in a woman-centered

She shouldn't have died in such a decisive way.

Several medical geniuses gave up their dreams because of her.

After all, she was the one who let them down!

If she had the chance, she really hoped to do scientific research with them again.

But such luck could never come to her.

Because she was sealed in this cemetery forever.

After the Qingming Festival, people who had been paying homage in the cemetery left one after another, and the cemetery returned to its dead silence.

She didn't know if there were any other spirits like her in the world, because when she woke up conscious, she was the only spirit there, and she had never seen any other spirits.

There is only a lame old man guarding the cemetery.

They are all dead people, ashes, and bones. I don’t know what to guard?

Just one day

When Xiang Mingyue saw the lame old man driving a group of wild boars, she realized that the old man had this job.

She was just like a spectator, watching the old man drive away the wild boars.

Animals like wild boars love to turn the soil over, and it would be bad if they turned out the ashes in the graves.

How could a lame old man deal with four or five wild boars?

When I chased them here, they ran away there. When I chased them there, they ran away here again.

Xiang Mingyue just sat on the tombstone and watched.

It’s not that she didn’t want to help, but she couldn’t touch the entity. Even the stone tablet under her butt seemed to be sitting, but she was actually floating.

The lame old man was driving a wild boar past her grave. It was not known whether the lame old man was in a hurry or tired, but he actually fell in front of Xiang Mingyue's grave.

"Pfft..."

It wasn't that Xiang Mingyue was smiling in an unkind way, but the lame old man fell so comically, with his face flat on the ground.

The cemetery is paved with black tiles. Even though he wouldn't hit any rocks if he fell down like this, it still hurts to see him.

Smiling at Mingyue was an instinct of the body. He treated the matter without any emotion. He just thought it was funny.

But after smiling at Mingyue, he noticed something unusual.

The lame old man lying on the ground was shaking like a sieve.

Xiang Mingyue floated down, squatted beside him and asked, "Can you see me?"

The lame old man didn't know whether he could hear or not. He lowered his head, got up quickly, limped away, and went to chase the wild boar again.

Xiang Mingyue floated in front of her own tombstone, looking at the lame old man running away, and said to herself in confusion: "Can he see me or not?"

evening

No matter how Xiang Mingyue thought about it, she felt that she should verify whether the old man could see her.

It was also because she was too bored being alone in the cemetery, and there was no one to communicate with her except the old man who managed the cemetery.

Besides, the old man lived in a small one-story bungalow at the entrance of the cemetery. She had visited this place before. There was nothing to see and she couldn't go out, so she had been there once and never came again.

This time he came here with ease.

The door was closed, so she could have gotten in, but she was here to investigate, so of course she couldn't just float in through the door.

Xiang Mingyue came to the window and looked inside quietly.

It was dark inside and there was no light on, but the moonlight shone into the room, so the furniture inside could be vaguely seen.

The furniture in the room was also very simple, with a cabinet, a table, and four chairs next to it. For the first time, there was a desk inside, and on the table were some papers and pens. They were not the kind of signing pens that modern people are used to using, but brushes left over from ancient times, which were quite simple and quaint.