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Chapter 236 After so many years, do you regret it?
Before finding a way to retrieve Han Xiuxiu's ghost, Gu An racked his brains to think of a way.

Now, with the sachet in his hand, Gu An suddenly realized that he seemed a little scared...

There is always a strong sense of guilt in his heart. In his mind, the image of Han Xiuxiu wearing red makeup, saluting himself, calling out her husband, and then falling down in Hanjia Village has been engraved in his mind vividly. middle.

He felt that if he didn't save Han Xiuxiu, didn't break that history, he still failed, even if he got the sachet.

With no other extra thoughts in his mind, Gu An walked on the stairway, stepping over the stairs.

When he reached the second floor, he stopped.

Perhaps it was the icing on the cake that God didn't let him spend too much time looking for Han Xiuxiu.

'Fog' was standing at the corner of the second floor, facing the wall, motionless, her ears under her long hair seemed to be shaking, as if she was listening to all the messages around her, looking for the person who had been waiting.

"It's really like a fool..."

Gu An watched silently and muttered something.

He looked down at the sachet in his hand, feeling an unprecedented tension inside.

"I'm also a fool..."

Gu An thought about what he had done recently, and laughed at himself.

"Two idiots together are really a perfect match."

He muttered again, and at the same time took out the red hijab from his arms, held it in the palm of his hand, and shook it lightly.

A red shadow flashed by, and Han Xiuxiu, who was dressed in red makeup and had a stiff expression, appeared beside her.

Gu An turned his head and glanced, his eyelids twitched, and he said with a comforting smile: "I don't know if the sachet will work or not. If it doesn't work, forget it. I will never work so hard in the future, like a fool."

Han Xiuxiu seemed to understand this sentence, she turned her head stiffly, looked at Gu An with confused eyes, and kept looking like this.

Gu An was inexplicably guilty, touched his nose, and muttered in a low voice: "Just talk casually."

He looked at the fog again and took a deep breath, what should come will come after all.

Put away the nervous heart, lift your steps, and walk towards the corner.

It's hard for Gu An to imagine that Han Xiuxiu's ghost is like this, repeating this action every day, listening to countless voices, imitating the tone of countless voices, waiting here for more than 100 years...

Do you really not regret it?
Hmm... I shouldn't regret it. If I regret it, where would I see this idiot...

Gu An stood behind the 'fog' and patted it lightly: "Do you still remember me?"

'Fog' didn't respond or respond, just stood there, facing the wall, staring blankly.

Gu An smiled, with light in his eyes: "I am Gu An."

Gu An?

Hearing this name, 'Fog' reacted, it turned its head, looked over, tilted its head and looked at Gu An carefully, then shook its head: "You're not...you're not..."

Gu An silently handed over the sachet. He could feel his hands trembling. He was very nervous, very nervous, like a child who did something wrong, waiting for the judgment of an adult.

When 'Fog' saw the sachet, it visibly shook.

Gu An has been paying attention to its movements.

This is the first time it has seen such a dazzling light from a strange eye. The eyes are no longer the white and lifeless eyeballs, but the twinkling stars, just like the Milky Way.

No one could have imagined that a weird before and after change would be so big.

'Fog' took the sachet from Gu An with trembling hands.

Holding the sachet in its pale hands, it slowly touched its eyes, its eyeballs stared at it motionlessly, and kept looking at it like this.

The tears in the eyes began to flow down, drop by drop fell on the sachet, the words that had been erased by the years were stained with tears, and blended with the original fabric.

Wei Wei can cry, Gu An didn't believe it before, but after seeing Han Xiuxiu's tears, he believed it.

'Fog' kept holding the sachet, its body began to tremble, it looked very excited, its eyes were full of tears and light, like a child.

It seems that a century-old fetter has finally come to an end this time.

Its figure began to fade, blurred, and disappeared.

Gu An was a little panicked, he didn't expect this situation, and he didn't know what this situation meant. Could it be that the end of the worry is the relief?
Will Han Xiuxiu disappear?
Gu An took a step forward, waving his hands indiscriminately, he rarely lost his size like this, he desperately tried to grab something in the original position of 'fog'.

But obviously that figure was caught in his hands, and what was being held was only air.

He caught nothing, not even the air escaped from his hands, let alone the 'fog'

The fog is Han Xiuxiu's ghost, if it disperses, will Han Xiuxiu die?

Gu An's eyes were confused, he didn't know what to do for a while, even though he thought in his mind that he could read the file and go back to before this incident happened, but he was still very scared, afraid of Han Xiuxiu's special reason, afraid that he would become Just like ancient paintings, even if you read the file yourself, you can only guarantee that you will not die, but cannot change everything in the painting.

"Xiuxiu...Xiuxiu..."

Gu An waved his hands and kept shouting.

The fog is still disappearing, the figure is getting lighter and lighter, he has a feeling that he has lost the whole world.

His heart, at this moment, is hopeless.

He never thought that he would despair because of a weirdness.

until……

"Husband..."

A familiar address, a familiar voice came from behind, into the ears.

Gu An's whole body was shaken, and he suddenly woke up, as if he had thought of something.

He turned around stiffly and looked back.

The flashing voice-activated lights in the corridor switched back and forth between light and dark. At that bright moment, he saw Han Xiuxiu's bright red figure standing behind him, very close to him. In her eyes, there was more No tint.

The 'fog' has not dissipated, but the wish has been resolved, and the ghost has returned to the body?

Gu An daydreamed boldly, and everything that happened in front of him also proved his thoughts.

Han Xiuxiu is still standing here, and her gaze is no longer as dull as before, and there is more expression in her eyeballs, she seems to be alone.

"Call again..."

Gu An was afraid that he had heard it wrong, so he stared blankly at Han Xiuxiu and asked softly.

"Husband..."

Han Xiuxiu repeated it again.

Gu An could hear it clearly, he smiled, he smiled happily, grinning, he had never smiled so happily.

"Xiuxiu... after so many years, do you regret it..."

Gu An asked a question that was hidden deep in his heart early in the morning.

Han Xiuxiu looked at him, the light in her eyes was still there, but occasionally she would switch between confused and sober.

Seeing this state, Gu Anming realized that although Han Xiuxiu's ghost had returned to her body, she hadn't completely recovered. Compared with before, she was not so dull, and she looked more like a person.

But it's a pity, it's just more like the Han Xiuxiu of Hanjiacun, not the Han Xiuxiu.

"But it's pretty good, take your time, there is still hope after all."

Gu An comforted himself, he was still very happy, at least he didn't have to really blame Han Xiuxiu for being a piece of wood in the future.

At this time, a pair of small hands suddenly stretched out in front of Gu An.

Gu An was taken aback.

Han Xiuxiu was looking at herself, with tears in her eyes. She opened her mouth and made a small voice, timidly, as if answering Gu An's question just now: "Grievance..."

After so many years, do you regret it?

No regrets, just grievances...

Gu An understood, understood what Han Xiuxiu meant.

Although she has not returned to her original appearance, but she is thinking and knows what she is asking, but the reaction will be a little slow, but she is still trying to answer her own question.

Han Xiuxiu kept looking at Gu An, and saw that he hadn't held her hand for a long time, with a trace of fear on her small face, and said again: "Husband, don't be angry..."

Gu An woke up in an instant, looked at her frightened face, and grasped those hands, which were cold, like ice cubes, but warm in her heart.

"I'm not angry, I have no right to be angry."

Gu An lowered his head and muttered softly.

Seeing Gu An holding her little hand, Han Xiuxiu's eyes became warm, and her expression changed slightly, as if trying to put on a smiling expression: "Husband, it's so nice..."

Gu An smiled brightly: "Well, Xiuxiu is better, she doesn't even ask me for a bride price when she gets married..."

bride price?

Han Xiuxiu tilted her neck and remained silent, as if trying to digest Gu An's words.

It seems that the ghost entering the body is only the first step. It will take some time or some preparation to truly become Han Xiuxiu in the Han family village.

Seeing this, Gu An thought silently.

Simultaneously.

"Xiuxiu, let's go home."

He took his cold little hand and started to walk towards the first floor.

Han Xiuxiu was still holding his hand, silently following without a trace of resistance.

Soon, on the first floor, pushing open the door of 104, looking at everything inside, Gu An turned his head and smiled: "Xiuxiu, welcome home."

Han Xiuxiu looked at the strange house, her eyes were a little confused, and after a while, she hesitated and said: "Husband... this is not... home..."

Gu An was stunned for a moment, he understood Han Xiuxiu's meaning, in Han Xiuxiu's mind, Han's Village is the home, the one where you can see the green hills in the distance when you open the window, and the home where fireflies stay on the window eaves.

"Xiu Xiu, we will go home."

Gu An replied that most people would not be able to understand this, but Han Xiuxiu, whose IQ and reaction are still at the child stage, understood it, and she said softly: "Okay."

Seeing that Han Xiuxiu trusted him so much, Gu An smiled happily, feeling happier than anyone who recognized him.

Now that Han Xiuxiu's ghost has returned, he can then control the zombie king Han Laocai.

Fate is so wonderful, it feels like Han Laocai was still there respectfully calling Immortal Master to him at one moment, and now a hundred years have passed in the next second, and Han Laocai has become an unconscious zombie king.

For Han Laocai, Gu An has never had a good impression of him. The old man does a lot of evil, and becoming the zombie king is considered cheap for him.

But when talking about Han Laocai, Gu An couldn't help thinking of Zhang Huangwu...

This guy, when he talked to himself before, he missed many things in the middle.

For example, those new words, such as some information revealed by himself and him about a hundred years later, etc...

This time, when Gu An entered the ancient painting, he was busy all the time, but he didn't have time to chat with Zhang Huangwu about these things.

Also, what happened to me in the Han Family Village, although Han Xiuxiu was still dead, I didn't save her, and I didn't have the ability to change everything, but I didn't do anything to feel sorry for her...

He didn't promise anything to Xiuxiu. At that time, Zhang Huangwu also went to Longhu Mountain, not in Hanjia Village...

This doesn't seem to have anything to do with the word scumbag, does it?
How did Zhang Huang Wu know what happened later?

Gu An thought of a possibility, that is, later, he entered the world of ancient paintings again?
But the ancient painting has been destroyed, I tried it before, but I can't enter again, if I really enter again later, how will I enter?
Gu An stood in the room, silent.

By the way, he glanced at the scroll rolled up by himself at the corner, it was completely black, as if it had been painted with ink.

He couldn't figure out these questions for the time being, then shook his head and stopped thinking about them. The first task for the time being was to collect Han Laocai.

Thinking of this, Gu An also put aside distracting thoughts, first led Han Xiuxiu around the room, and now Han Xiuxiu, he didn't treat it as weird, but as a child, still at the stage of babbling.

Han Xiuxiu, who has returned from the ghost, is no different from before, and is still included in Gu An with a red hijab.

This way of connecting with family members doesn't seem to change no matter what happens.

After carefully stuffing the red hijab into his arms and putting it away, Gu An left the room.

Walking through the playground again and returning outside, the old driver continued to show a surprised expression.

Recently, Mr. Gu has been coming in and out quite frequently.

But he still kept his original job and didn't ask much.

All he needs to ask is one sentence, Mr. Gu, where are you going?
"Han family pit."

Gu An sat in the back and read softly.

The pit where Han Laocai was found was temporarily named the Han Family Pit because it was filled with spiritual tablets of the surname Han.

There are people guarding it day and night, and even a lot of people have been specially added.

After all, there is a Zombie King inside, which is currently being suppressed by an iron sword. If something happens and it is released, it will definitely be a disaster for the outside world.

The old driver maintained a stable and good driving habit, and arrived at Han's Tukeng after a few hours' drive.

The guards nodded and greeted Gu An when they saw him.

Gu An nodded slightly, and went straight into the pit without exchanging greetings for too long.

At this time, lights had been re-established around the pit, illuminating every inch of the corner brightly.

Relying on his memory, Gu An walked skillfully, and soon found the main coffin where Han Laocai was placed.

Han Laocai was lying peacefully inside, with an iron sword stuck straight into its heart. The iron sword was very thick, but its broad body could fully accommodate the size of the iron sword.

Gu An stepped forward, took a deep breath, then grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it out suddenly.

　Ask for a ticket, thank you~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)