"Qing'er, are you okay?" Xu Yan stared at her affectionately, and his tone became soft subconsciously.

Qing'er shook her head absent-mindedly, meaning she was fine.

"Mom," Xu Luo snuggled in Qing'er's arms with nostalgia, like a milk swallow returning to the nest, "You are finally here!"

This scene of deep love between mother and son was naturally taken into consideration by Wei Wan on the couch, making her feel that she was just an irrelevant outsider, an outsider who was stuck between them.

She looked at the family of three with complicated eyes.

Xu Luo and Xu Yao both looked like Xu Yan, and their two children looked similar. It was not until the woman named Qing'er appeared in front of him that Wei Wan discovered that Xu Luo looked like Xu Yan and the other four looked like his biological mother. His ears and lips looked like his biological mother.

Xu Luo raised his hand and pointed at everyone around him, pouted, and complained to the woman angrily: "Mom, they all bully me!"

His fair and handsome cheeks were bulging and his eyes were gloomy.

Since he was born, he has been the only legitimate son of the Marquis of Ji'an. Everyone has held him and coaxed him. During the days when red spots have grown on his back, Wei Wan felt sorry for him and even more so. He has been used to being bullied like he is today.

Xu Luo's fingers pointed at the body of the people around him one by one, including Duke Wei and his wife, the guards, Wei Wan on the couch... and Gu Yanfei.

Qing'er looked up and her tearful eyes happened to face Gu Yanfei's eyes.

"Did you hear the baby crying?" Gu Yanfei sighed softly, "She is dead, but her soul is unwilling to leave, wandering around the world, she is still following you tightly and staring at you..."

Every word is clear and cold, as if every word is struck deep in the human soul.

"..." Qing'er trembled all over and couldn't help but have a cold war.

She wanted to look away, but her body was out of control and could not move, as if inside and out, from her body to her soul, and to the long-buried memory, she was seen through by the girl in front of her.

The bright lights shone on Gu Yanfei's little face, and her hair and skin seemed to be glowing, like a dream, not like a person in this world.

Gu Yanfei's eyes led everyone's eyes to the "ghost face" on Xu Luo's back, and said slowly: "Look, she is looking at you."

"She is waving to you, what a good kid..."

Gu Yanfei suddenly chuckled, and his laughter felt ethereal and ethereal.

As the words came to an end, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the closed room, which was windless, brushing her sleeves and skirt, making her look so strange that it made people feel inexplicably strange.

Xu Yan and Qing'er both had sweat on their foreheads, and felt a chill on the back of their necks, and their hair stood up, as if their "ghost face" had red and blood-red eyes staring at them.

Wei Wan's eyes suddenly opened wide, looking at the "ghost face" on Xu Luo's back. There was sadness, enthusiasm, regret, regret, but there was no fear, as if they were looking forward to something.

The night was dark, and it was already two days, and an oil lamp was lit on the table by the window.

The lights swayed with the sudden cold wind, and the atmosphere in the room was gloomy, and the blood-red scar on the boy's back was bright and dark in the swaying lights.

This is obviously just a scar on the skin, but the more you look, it looks like a hideous and distorted ghost face, like a baby struggling under the thin skin, clamoring, with a creepy smile on his face, as if it will break out of his skin at any time.

"Ah!" Qing'er screamed in frightened.

In the bright and dark lights, her face became paler and almost transparent.

She looked at the strange red marks on Xu Luo's back in panic. Her slender body was shaking like a sieve, her eyes were so confused that there was no focus, and she murmured: "No, no."

Her white fingers grabbed Xu Yan's robe and leaned against him dependently. The frightened gaze looked at the blood-red scar on Xu Luo's back in panic, as if looking at another person, and her voice trembled: "You are too weak."

"Don't hurt Brother Luo, it's all your mother's fault. She stole my son..."

"..." Wei Wan's face also became paler, her eyes were illuminated and she vaguely understood.

Her other daughter did not die at birth, that means...

Gu Yanfei's voice echoed in the quiet room without joy and sorrow: "The baby girl's soul has nowhere to go, so she can only find a place to parasitize."

"And the person who is connected to her bloodline and the person who is connected to her enemy's bloodline is the best candidate, and this is cause and effect."

“It’s just the beginning.”

"The scar on his body will become heavier and heavier, and then it will be painful and painful. The infant spirit attached to him will gradually erode his soul, and finally tear his soul apart... let him never be reborn."

"It's almost!"

As Gu Yanfei said, Xu Luo suddenly frowned, scratched his arm irritably, muttered, "Mom, I'm itchy, my back is so itchy..."

He scratched the red marks on his arm a few times, and his little face wrinkled, "It hurts... Mom, I feel the pain and itchy on my back."

The boy twisted his body, scratching the red spots on his arms, and then scratching his back. He was restless and his eyes became red. In this dim and weird room, he echoed the "ghost face" on his back.

Xu Yan was afraid that Xu Luo would scratch him and scratch himself, so he hugged his son and looked at Gu Yanfei in surprise, as if thinking about whether what she was saying was true or false.

Qing'er looked at her son and Gu Yanfei, and her heart felt like she was stabbed by a needle, and she felt a sharp pain.

Her eyes showed a look of horror, tears quickly filled her eyes, and she begged sadly: "This girl, can you save him, can you?"

"The naive son is innocent."

"Don't take his anger on him."

Qing'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and two lines of clear tears rolled down her cheeks as light as snow, like night dew rolling on the petals of the Epiphyllum.

This scene seemed to stimulate Xu Luo. Xu Luo scratched her skin while shouting: "Mom, why are you asking her!"

Wei Wanwang Ruoruo hadn't heard of it, stared at the woman in blue beside Xu Luo, and finally overlapped this face with the face in her memory.

She finally recognized the other party and blurted out: "You are Yuqing!"

Qing'er squatted on the ground, pursing her cherry lips without saying a word. Her face, which was as bright as jade and as white as snow, was charming and graceful.

At this time, silence is confession.

The wife of the Duke of Wei who had been watching for a long time frowned and asked Wei Wan: "Awan, do you know her?"

"She is Xu Yan's former maid." Wei Wan said with difficulty.

Nine years ago, shortly after Wei Wan married into the Marquis of Ji'an, she asked Xu Yan if she wanted to give Yuqing a name.

It was normal for a noble family like them to have one or two huddles before the wedding, and Wei Wan didn't care. However, Xu Yan told her in person that he had let the person out of the house.

Once upon a time, Wei Wan always thought it was Xu Yan's respect for her. Even though she had not conceived for two years after marriage, Xu Yan never took a concubine.

She never thought that everything Xu Yan did was not for her, but for another woman!

The Duke of Wei's wife's expression became even colder, and she asked coldly with a dark face: "Xu Yan, since you already have a lover, why do you still come to Duke of Wei's Mansion to propose marriage?!"

It’s not that the girls in the Wei family can’t get married, but most of them are asking for marriage. If Xu Yan shows a slight reluctance, the Wei family will never force them.

"..." Xu Yan hugged Yuqing with his other hand, remained silent, and his thin lips tightly pursed into a straight line.

He always liked Yuqing, but he also knew that Yuqing's identity was too low to be a regular family member.

At that time, he was still the prince of the Marquis of Ji'an. In order to inherit the title, he needed a legitimate son.

Therefore, he could only obey his parents' arrangements and marry Wei Wan, thinking that after getting married, he could take Yuqing as his concubine.

But unexpectedly, on the day he followed Wei Wan back to the door for three days, Yuqing left alone, and his whereabouts were unknown...

Whenever I think of that bitter past, Xu Yan feels that a piece of flesh is cut off and it is hard to bear.

"Dad, I feel so uncomfortable! Mom, I'm itchy!" Xu Luo, who was held in Xu Yan's arms, was about to cry, twisting his body like a snake.

The red scar on his naked back seemed to seep out drops of blood, as if this "ghost face" was crying...

Another gust of cold wind suddenly erupted, almost blowing out the lights of the oil lamp. Only a small fire was left in the wick. The room suddenly became much darker, and even the facial features of the others around became gloomy and weird.

Yuqing was completely panicked, and fell to the ground with no sanity, kowtowed heavily to Gu Yanfei, begging, "Girl, please, save my son, he is just a child."

As long as her son is safe and sound, she is willing to give everything.

She was kind and mom, and she felt a bit touching and sad.

The corners of Gu Yanfei's lips were always slightly bent, making people unable to see through her joys and anger.

"That's just a baby." Gu Yanfei said meaningfully, his eyes locking the other person's gaze. "How can I be reborn if I'm not incomplete?"

"..." Yuqing's pupils fluttered, his forehead was slightly red, his eyes became dazed again, and he seemed to hear the unwilling cry of the baby girl again.

How can I be reborn if my corpse is not complete?!

The baby girl cannot be reincarnated, and she will pester her life and will never stop...

Yuqing felt bitter in her heart, her pale lips moved, and after a while, she whispered a few words: "In... in the mass grave."

Even though her voice was as low as a mosquito, the others around her could hear it quite clearly.

Wei Wan gritted her teeth, and her snow-white and neat teeth were clattering.

Yuqing lowered her eyes, grabbed Xu Yan's robe with one hand again, and tears filled her eyes, and said quietly: "It's the child who is too weak and has no support."

The lights that shrank into a little light slowly became brighter again, shaking and burning on the oil lamp, with light and shadow intertwined.

"Is that true?" Gu Yanfei sighed meaningfully.

"Mom!" Xu Luo shouted sharply, his body twitched violently, his eyes rolled up slightly, his spine straightened, and his appearance was extremely strange, as if he was on the top of a ghost.

"Brother Luo, don't scare my mother." Yuqing was so scared that she almost lost her mind. She felt so distressed that she couldn't bear to herself. Her son was her lifeblood.

She couldn't think at all and said excitedly: "She was frozen to death!"

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No ghosts.
Chapter completed!