The group pet, Little Hades, is pregnant with a cub

"Here?" Yan Mo asked.

Heiwuchang nodded: "The closer you are to her family, the better the effect."

Yan Mo looked at him uncertainly: "Do you want me to come by myself? But... I won't."

Hei Wuchang smiled: "This ceremony is very simple, it doesn't even require spiritual power. You have the Rakshasa Umbrella and you have made a contract with her. It is very easy to call out her soul. The only troublesome thing is to make this family Eyes open'—that is, being able to communicate with spirits."

As he spoke, he took out a yellow card from his pocket and handed it to Yan Mo: "Burn this, it should be fine."

Yan Mo took it over and took a look. It was a card about the size of a business card, with some strange red patterns drawn on it, and a steel seal on the back of the card. Yan Mo lifted it up and glanced through the light. Printed by Human Office".

"What is this?"

"Spirit Summoning Charms," ​​Hei Wuchang said, "there are many kinds of spells in the Yan Mansion, but each spell has a different effect. The previous spells were very troublesome to draw, and they had to be painted with cinnabar stained with blood. Later, Lord Lu improved these spells. Charms can now be mechanized and customized and mass-produced, and the effect is no worse than before."

Yan Mo lamented that even Yan Mansion is advancing with the times, and asked him with the spirit-calling spell: "Then do you have a lighter?"

Heiwuchang was taken aback: "No."

Yan Mo looked at him eagerly: "Then how to burn it?"

Hei Wuchang smiled: "It's not such a burn, it needs to be activated with spiritual power, that is to say..."

He thought for a while and said, "You can use the Rakshasa umbrella and put the tip of the umbrella on the card to try."

According to what he said, Yan Mo carefully put the card on the ground, then raised the black umbrella, held the handle with one hand, and placed the other hand flat on the head of the black umbrella, with the palm down, looking at the black umbrella intently. .

Just when he thought there would be no results, the black umbrella suddenly made a movement.

As if suddenly alive, the Raksha Umbrella trembled slightly, and soon Yan Mo felt a force rushing out of the Raksha Umbrella, rushing straight towards the card, almost instantly, the card burned.

The fire was blue, with Yan Mo's feet as the center, it quickly spread outwards, quickly burned towards Xu Siying's house, and continued to spread inwards.

Heiwuchang nodded: "Okay, call her out now."

Yan Mo then said: "Xu Siying, please come out."

The Rakshasa Umbrella remained silent.

Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at the faintly glowing dark red lines on the umbrella: "Siying, don't you want to see your parents?"

The lines remained motionless, and Yan Mo even felt that it was a little darker than before.

Hei Wuchang shook his head and said, "Forget it, she doesn't want to come out."

"..." Yan Mo had no choice but to pick up the Rakshasa umbrella, and sighed, "There is no other way."

The blue flame disappeared into the air after burning, but Yan Mo could feel a kind of power floating in the air, which was probably the spiritual power that everyone in the Yan Mansion said.

He asked Heiwuchang: "Does this spiritual power still need to be taken back?"

Hei Wuchang glanced at Xu Siying's house from afar, and smiled: "I suggest you not take it back."

"what?"

Heiwuchang squinted his eyes: "They have opened their eyes and can see something. I think...it is a good thing for them to see more and learn more."

It was only then that Yan Mo realized Hei Wuchang's meaning that Xu Siying's parents could see some things that ordinary people couldn't see in a short period of time.

But in this way... Yan Mo hesitated when he thought of his reaction when he saw the ghost just now: "Isn't it too good?"

"Listen to you," Hei Wuchang said, "If Lord Xiaoyan wants to withdraw his spiritual power, I will immediately withdraw it."

Yan Mo looked down at the black umbrella, thought for a while, and said, "Then don't take it back, maybe... let them look at these things, realize that people have souls after death, and then they will change their minds and say indefinite?"

Hei Wuchang gave a thumbs up: "Young Lord Yama is wise."

Yan Mo stood up holding the black umbrella again: "Let's go."

When going out, he also passed the gate, Yan Mo politely nodded to the little security guard at the gate, and then walked out of the community.

The little security guard stared blankly at his back, and after a while he came back to his senses and exclaimed, "Old Tian! I just saw that student come out again!"

Another security guard rolled his eyes at him: "Are you finished? Do you have to see him twice a day?"

The little security guard was anxious: "No, I seem to have really seen it!"

"Okay," another security guard pointed to the surveillance camera, "I've been watching, no one is passing by? Don't get confused."

The little security guard was also a little skeptical: "I'm really hallucinating? Could it be that I've been drinking too much lately?..."

……

Yan Mo saw that things were not progressing, so he went home first. As soon as he entered the door, he found that his home was completely new. Today, the floor was replaced. The original floor was old and worn out, but the current floor is the latest. The popular light gray is worth a lot just by looking at it.

"..." Yan Mo was stunned for a moment, "Will you change the floor in broad daylight...won't it disturb the people?"

"No, Master Yan, don't worry," a ghost messenger from the supervisor came over graciously, "We have set up a whole layer of soundproof barrier around your house, even if you play disco in the house in the middle of the night, the surroundings will not be disturbed." No movement will be heard!"

...Yan Mo, who has no interest in dancing, could only nod his head, and then frowned: "You... stay away from me a little bit."

This superintendent ghost looks really ugly, four of the facial features are missing, and his voice is also unpleasant, and there is a "thrilling, stabbing" sound when he moves. I couldn't help but get goosebumps all over my body.

He can only pray that these ghost messengers can complete the construction as soon as possible, and give him a quiet home.

……

However, surprisingly, after a few days, Xu Siying's matter actually made progress.

Yan Mo received a call from Zhang Ye, in which Zhang Ye said that there was a solution to Xu Siying's matter, the school compensated his family 20 yuan, and his family also accepted this amount of compensation, Xu Siying's body will be formally cremated tomorrow.

As Zhang Ye said, he was still puzzled: "This family has been struggling for so long, and I don't know why they suddenly want to leave and are willing to reconcile."

"However, I saw his parents' condition today is really haggard, as if they haven't slept for many days, alas... It seems that I misunderstood them before, and the death of their daughter still hit them a little bit."

Yan Mo's eyes lit up: "You mean, they will go to the funeral home to cremate the body tomorrow?"

"That's right," Zhang Ye said, "I'm planning to go there tomorrow as well, as a final farewell to this student."

Yan Mo hurriedly said: "I want to go too, Mr. Zhang, can you bring me?"

Zhang Ye was taken aback, and smiled: "Xiaomo, that's not a good place, you're young, don't be scared, don't go."

"It's okay, teacher," Yan Mo said, "I really need to go, so you can take me with you."

Yan Mo is very obedient and rarely asks for anything. Zhang Ye was stunned for a moment when he spoke to himself in such a tone, and said with a smile, "Okay, okay, as long as you don't get scared, it's fine. If you don't want to go in, you can go in at the door Wait for me, and I will present a bouquet of flowers for you."

"Thank you teacher!" Yan Mo said hurriedly.

After hanging up the phone, he turned around excitedly, his eyes sparkling brightly: "Great, her family will go to the funeral home tomorrow, and we will go there too, there must be a way!"

Hei Wuchang paused, and cautiously reminded: "Are you... sure you want to go to the funeral parlor?"

Yan Mo blinked at him twice with excited eyes, finally realized what he was talking about, and his smile gradually froze.

Funeral... funeral home.

Yan Mo felt that he could already foresee tomorrow's scene, and he took a breath: "I, I now... can't I say it in time?"

Hei Wuchang smiled a little embarrassed, "If it's too late, it's just..." He pointed to the contract on the black umbrella, "This may be the last chance."

"..." Yan Mo groaned, his whole face collapsed, and he spoke in a crying tone, "I...why am I so difficult..."

……

The next day, Yan Mo got into Zhang Ye's car obediently, and drove towards the funeral home with a heavy heart.

Along the way, Zhang Ye smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, you don't need to look at it, it's not that scary, you look pale."

While talking, Zhang Ye couldn't help rubbing his arms: "But seriously, why is it getting colder and colder in my car? It's summer... I can't turn on the heater, can I?"

Hei Wuchang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head and glanced at him, then his figure flickered and sat next to Yan Mo.

When Yan Mo was sad, he moved his butt sensibly to give Hei Wuchang a little space, and turned his head to look at him, and whispered: "I know, I'm not afraid, I just..."

While talking, Yan Mo still sighed: "Well, I'm just afraid."

Zhang Ye thought that Yan Mo was talking to him, so he smiled immediately: "What are you afraid of? Xu Siying is also your classmate, so let's see her for the last time, get over it!"

Yan Mo replied in a low voice: "I...I will work hard."

The closer he got to the funeral home, the more nervous Yan Mo became. By the time the car stopped at the gate of the funeral home, he had done almost ten times of psychological training for himself.

"Don't be afraid, don't panic, isn't it just a ghost? You have seen enough in the past two days, you have seen all the ugly ones, how ugly can you see?" Yan Mo hugged the black umbrella tightly while talking. , reluctantly got out of the car.

Hei Wuchang was listening, and suddenly wondered if the new Little Hades is actually a face controler. Why is he not afraid of good-looking ghosts, and he can cry out of fright when they die in such a miserable state?

However, it turns out that the shape of a ghost can always break through the lower limit of Yan Mo's imagination. As soon as he stepped into the gate of the funeral home with one foot, he saw a ghost with only the upper half hanging on the wall of the funeral home, and instantly "ah!" With a sound, he turned his head and was about to run.

Hei Wuchang stopped in front of him helplessly: "Young Lord Yama, you are already here, go in and have a look."

Yan Mo closed his eyes with difficulty: "I want to go in too, it's really, really scary..."

……

As soon as Zhang Ye had parked his car, he turned around and saw Yan Mo standing in front of the funeral parlor holding an umbrella in horror, as if he wanted to run out.

But what was strange was that his body leaned forward slightly. Logically speaking, he couldn't stand at such an angle, but Yan Mo stood very firmly, as if being supported by someone.

But Zhang Ye soon realized that he might have read it wrong, because Yan Mo was standing upright at the door, looking at him with a forced face: "Mr. Zhang...or you can go ahead."

Zhang Ye smiled boldly: "Okay, I'll go ahead, what are you afraid of!"

He reached out and patted Yan Mo's small head: "Boy, be more courageous."

Hei Wuchang stared at Zhang Ye's palm, and squinted his eyes in an extremely unfriendly way: "You can touch the head of Lord Hades, too?"

Seeing that Hei Wuchang was about to strike again, Yan Mo hurriedly gestured to him in fright: "Don't, don't, don't!"

Zhang Ye had an intuition that it was a bit dangerous, so he turned around suspiciously, and saw that Yan Mo was dancing in the air, and then Yan Mo suddenly realized that something was wrong, regained his obedient look, and looked at himself eagerly: "No, it's okay, Mr. Zhang... we let's go."

... For some reason, Zhang Ye suddenly felt a coolness behind his back, as if he was being stared at unfriendlyly, and his whole body shivered.

Zhang Ye deliberately lowered his voice: "Don't be afraid, let's go in!"

Yan Mo followed him silently. When he passed the half ghost hanging on the wall, he couldn't help bowing to the ghost, and then trotted to keep up with Zhang Ye's footsteps.

When they entered the hall, the two slowed down in unison. Surrounded by family members of the deceased, some had white cloths wrapped around their heads, and some wore black mourning clothes. The atmosphere suddenly became very serious.

Xu Siying's body was about to be cremated, and his family members stood outside the body's farewell room, waiting for the final farewell ceremony with the body.

Yan Mo took a look, not many relatives came, except for Xu Siying's parents, there were two or three middle-aged people, the sadness on the faces of these relatives was genuine, in contrast, Xu Siying's parents looked a little gloomy.

Taking a closer look, Yan Mo even saw the black air in their foreheads, and they were in a haggard state. Xu Siying's mother was originally slightly fat, but now she is a lot thinner than when she first met her.

Yan Mo was a little surprised, and asked Hei Wuchang in a low voice: "How did they become like this?"

Heiwuchang gave them a cool look: "There are ghosts in my heart, so naturally I am afraid of everything."

Yan Mo swallowed his saliva and looked around. This is a very long corridor with countless glass beside it. The sunlight shines through the glass into the corridor. It was originally a fairly beautiful picture.

But in Yan Mo's eyes, it is a different world: almost every glass is full of souls, their bloody hands are on the glass, and they are scrambling to poke their necks to look in, but due to the presence of Hei Wuchang, No ghost dared to come in, so he just stretched his neck, pressed his face against the glass, and stared at Yan Mo.

Yan Mo withdrew his gaze, wrinkled his face, and said in a low voice: "I... I don't have ghosts in my heart, but I'm afraid when I see it."

The author has something to say:

Yan Mo: Who wouldn't be afraid of this change? [Whisper beep]

(Not everyone can enter the funeral home. This is a fiction, please don't take it seriously.)

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Thank you Little Angel Kite for the nutrient solution! ~