After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the word "safety" appears too many times in the evil environment.

It's not like prayers and blessings, but more like some kind of symbol.

It can also be said to be a name, the name that adults write in the homework book for children.

"There should be a kid as old as Hao Wan with this name." Fan Wujiu compared the height of the playful ghost with his hands, and came to the same conclusion as Xie Bian.

A woman named the child she was born with great difficulty named Ping An, wrote his name in the homework book, put it behind the statue of the Bodhisattva, and hid it in the pine forest.

Xie Bian was in a daze after thinking about it, Fan Wujiu stretched out his hand in front of his eyes and shook it to bring him back to his senses: "What are you thinking about?"

"I feel like someone is following us." Xie Bian replied.

This feeling has lasted for a long time, Xie Bian thought at first that he was too cautious and suspicious, but even if Fan Wujiu was by his side, his intuition did not diminish at all.

Fan Wujiu thought that there were other people around, and Xie Bian was thin-skinned, so he didn't do anything too close, just patted him on the back of the neck: "It's okay."

Xie Bian didn't want him to worry, so he pretended to be relieved: "Let's go back to the mahjong parlor first. Zhao Meng, you go ahead, do you remember the way?"

"Remember, brother, you can just follow me." Zhao Meng is most happy that he can be useful, and Xie Bian supports him, and he is 1 eager.

Zhao Meng led Hao Wan in front as if he was taking his younger brother on a trip, Xie Bian followed, not too close to Lao Fan.

"I'm here," Fan Wujiu followed up at some point, and quietly touched Xie Bian's finger to send a message with his spiritual sense, "It's okay."

At this moment, Fan Wujiu's eyes were full of peace, quiet and contented, as if he owned the whole world.

"Brother, come and see!" Zhao Meng and Hao Wan suddenly stopped, turned around and called Xie Bian.

Hao Wan raised the half-spherical shell in his hand to his chest: "Brother Xie, this villain is moving!"

The person rescued from the coffin finally woke up, standing in the colorful spherical shell and waving his arms high, as if he had something to say.

"Let him out."

Lao Fan first pulled Xie Bian behind him, and then signaled Hao Wan to do it.

The boy's chubby fingers circled around, Hao Wan threw the colored ball to the ground, and the man waving his arms inside immediately swelled up and returned to a disheveled adult appearance.

"Here, here, I remember!" The man excitedly pointed at a small building in front of him and danced.

Xie Bian looked in the direction he pointed, and there were brand new tender pink curtains hanging behind the mottled iron windows on the second floor.

"Home, my home!" The man who was almost buried in the soil cried while pointing at the pink curtains. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes and rolled down his dusty face with a "click".

When he was rescued, he said that he was from the town, and Xie Bian took him away, which also confirmed this.

Maybe take him home and find out the secrets about this lifeless wooden city.

"Brother, how do we go there?" Zhao Meng saw others crying, and committed a warm-hearted problem, wishing to send them home immediately.

Before Xie Bian could return to him, Lao Fan interjected first: "Go forward."

"Ah?" Zhao Meng looked in front of him, there wasn't even a gap on the fence that was as tall as a person, could Master Fan want him to crawl through it?

Fan Wujiu explained: "Go straight, hit your head against the wall, and you'll be able to pass."

The absurd words were spoken seriously, but Zhao Meng still believed them.

"Then that...then I'll try first, ah—"

The coward was so impatient, he closed his eyes and rushed towards the wall, his head was about to hit a green brick, Lao Fan raised his hand to summon the Gate of Nothingness, Zhao Meng just rushed through the door.

"Let's go, let's go too." After Zhao Meng was sent away, while Hao Wan was not paying attention, Fan Wujiu secretly squeezed Xie Bian's hand.

"Okay." Xie Bian turned his head and called Hao Wan to bring the coffin ghost over.

Before entering the Gate of Nothingness, Xie Bian looked back subconsciously, no one was following him, but the feeling of following him was still there.

"With me here, no one dares to follow you, don't be afraid."

When Fan Wujiu said this, Xie Bian also felt that he was overthinking, probably because he spent too long here, and his mental and physical strength were a little weak.

The pain Zhao Meng expected did not come as expected, he only felt as if he had crashed into a cloud of mist, his eyes suddenly darkened, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the pink and tender curtains.

"It's really coming in, bro!"

Zhao Meng cheered and celebrated, Xie Bian's voice came from the other side of the curtain: "Understood, come out."

Zhao Meng came out from behind the curtain, saw Xie Bian and his party looking around, and squeezed past.

The man in the coffin squatted on the ground, rubbed a bear doll against his face, and murmured: "Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi, don't be afraid, dad is here."

Behind the pink curtains is a little girl's room, the walls are covered with cartoon stickers, the small bed is also pink and tender, there is a bamboo basket beside the bed, inside are all kinds of dolls, the man is here Found the bear.

This is not only a man's home, but also his daughter's room.

"Xiaoxi, Xiaoxi!" Hao Wan yelled, and followed suit.

Zhao Meng was anxious about what others were anxious about, so he knelt down to wipe away the man's tears, and patted his back to comfort him.

The man finally calmed down, Xie Bian said, "Do you know a child named Ping An?"

"Peace..." The man muttered, as if he suddenly remembered something, poured out all the toys in the bamboo basket, grabbed a big white duck and said, "Send it safely!"

Xie Bian took the duck and looked at it. There were two small black characters embroidered on the soles of the duck's feet—Ping An, which at first glance was the same as the blurred handwriting on the school uniform.

The mother embroidered his name on the child's clothes and toys.

"Ping'an is Xiaoxi's friend. They often play together. Ping'an has many ducklings. Xiaoxi trades dolls for ducklings. Xiaoxi likes Ping'an the most. Unfortunately..." The man lowered his head as he spoke. Go down, as if regretting something.

Xie Bian pressed, "What's the pity?"

The man was silent for a long time, and finally finished the sentence: "It's a pity that Ping'an is gone. Xiaoxi couldn't see him sad for a long time, and refused to eat. I lied to her that Ping'an went to find ducklings..."

"Gone?"

"Well, gone."

"I don't know where Xiaoxi saw other people burning paper money, and said she wanted to make paper dolls for Ping An." The man picked up the handmade scissors, tape, watercolor pens, and half-made paper dolls on the ground. The boys and girls in the spirit team were about the same size, with two crooked lines written next to them.

Eat well.

sleep tight.

Sleeping sleep is copied from a dictionary, and it is written like a ghost drawing.

Xie Bian then asked, "Why is there no peace?"

"It seems to have jumped from a building," the man looked up to the sky and recalled, "He lives on the sixth floor. The child jumped from the top and fell badly. On the spot..."

Did a child named Ping An really jump off a building because he didn't want to go to school?

"Where is Xiaoxi?" Xie Bian didn't ask, Fan Wujiu didn't open his mouth, Zhao Meng was also listening attentively to the man, and it was Hao Wan who said this.

Hao Wan took out the duckling from the coffin, and pinched the paper doll on the table: "Xiaoxi must be very sad, brother Xie, let's help her give these to Ping An."

Children feel empathy for children's experience, even if Hao Wan is one of the greedy ghosts, he will still feel sad looking at the paper dolls and ducklings.

"Okay, then you keep it first, and give it to Ping An when you get back." Xie Bian didn't know whether the child who jumped to death had been reincarnated, but Hao Wan wanted to give it away, even if he lied, he would not refuse.

Hao Wan solemnly put the paper doll and duckling in his arms, patted his chest and promised: "Leave it to me!"

Xie Bian patted his head approvingly, and embraced the playful ghost in front of him.

"Then... Brother, do you still remember who you are?" Zhao Meng asked about the man after listening to Xiaoxi's story.

The man shook his head: "I only know that I am Xiaoxi's father."

He doesn't remember who he is, but he remembers that he is a father and remembers everything about his daughter.

Zhao Meng tentatively said, "Then can I call you Big Brother Xi? Although I don't know your surname, it's not good to not have a title."

The man nodded: "Yes, you can also call me Xiaoxi's father!"

Zhao Meng always pays attention to small details that others have no time to take care of, such as where is the child who played truant and died, and what should be the name of the man rescued from the coffin.He is always doing things that he doesn't care about at all, hiding mahjong tiles, holding Xie Bian's things, just like him, useless, but still working hard.

Someone has to do it, someone has to care about it, that's how Zhao Meng feels.

"Brother Xi, don't worry, with my brother here, he will definitely be able to take us out!" Zhao Meng comforted Xiaoxi's father who was holding the doll and didn't let go, pointing to Xie Bian and others with pride.

Xie Bian frowned, when did Zhao Meng develop the habit of using him as a guarantee for others?

Since this man was not a threat, Xie Bian stopped being distracted from him, and left it to Zhao Meng to look after him, turning around in the room.

"Be careful, don't make a mess, Xiaoxi doesn't like it." Xiaoxi's father didn't understand the situation, but he still didn't forget that his daughter likes a clean and tidy room.

Xie Bian put the picture book in the corner back to its original place, taking care of a father's love for his daughter.

The little girl's room is clean, but there are a lot of things, big and small dolls are placed everywhere, presumably the parents love to give what they want.

And a short desk is hidden in the pile of dolls.

"Is Xiaoxi in the first grade?" Xie Bian picked up the verbal arithmetic problem card on the table and flipped through two pages. The little girl's homework was normal addition and subtraction, and there was no mahjong kid.

Xiaoxi's father replied proudly: "It's the first grade, but our Xiaoxi already knows how to do the math problems of the second grade, and has started to learn to keep a diary!"

Diary, Xie Bian woke up when he heard these two words.In Xiaoxi's diary, will there be a story about peace?

Xie Bian tentatively asked: "Then do you know where Xiaoxi's diary is, can we have a look?"

Xiaoxi's father backed away vigilantly, and blocked himself in front of the bedside table: "No, the diary is Xiaoxi's secret, so you can't read it."

"There may be some information in the diary that can help us get out. If we don't read it, we won't be able to get out, and you will never see our daughter again." Fan Wujiu threatened half-threateningly. There are natural advantages to doing something like this.

Xiaoxi's father looked back at the bedside table, then at the doll in his hand, and finally compromised to get out of the way.

If Xiaoxi knew that her diary could help Ping An, she would be happy too.

"I'm sorry." Xie Bian secretly apologized to the little girl in his heart, and walked towards the bedside.

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The author has something to say:

It's not good to read a little girl's diary, don't imitate Xiao Xie!

There are still seven chapters left for this unit~