There are things that can't be put down, and they will wear away at your heart.

  An Xun, who heard the voice, was somewhat desperate, but still struggled to crawl behind me, just like a faulty machine repeating a sentence over and over: "I can't go with you, I still have to see my wife and children, they're still waiting for me."

  "Daring departed soul, you defy orders and get captured, now you're even more stubborn and unrepentant, aren't you afraid of adding another crime to your record?" One of the ghostly enforcers actually put on a serious face in front of us, completely disregarding me and Ming Yan.

  "You were once human, too. Have you lost all sense of humanity now that you're a ghost messenger? He said he had unfinished business, why are you still pressuring him like this!" I gave Ming Yan a look to protect An Xu and stood up straight, blocking their way.

  I feel a deep-seated disgust for these two guys who don't understand human feelings and worldly affairs. Their attitude is obviously a kind of bullying the good.

  "A mere mortal, who can only communicate with spirits, dares to obstruct the work of a ghost messenger? You little girl, are you tired of living?" The ghost messenger, who spoke without tact, immediately rebuked me.

  Ming Yan gazed coldly at the two bailiffs in front of him after helping An Xu to his feet, "This person cannot be handed over to you two for now. Since he still has unfulfilled wishes, why not let him have his way and spare his life? People will eventually die and report to their maker, so why must you two make things difficult?"

  "Ghost Immortal!!" The two ghostly enforcers, upon hearing Ming Yan's words, shifted their gaze to him and said in unison: "How can a mortal have a Ghost Immortal following behind them?"

  "This is the newly appointed yin-yang messenger, do you have anything else to say before going back to report to your superiors? After everything is over, we will naturally send him to where he should go." Ming Yan picked up the umbrella on the ground and helped me hold it, then used his aura to pressure the two ghostly messengers, forcing them to leave quickly.

  Those two aren't fools either, they found out today that they had met a tough opponent and couldn't afford to offend them, so they hypocritically bowed their heads in respect and obediently disappeared from our sight.

  An Xiu handed it to Ming Yan, who carried it on his back. As soon as they entered the building, the temperature difference between inside and outside made me sneeze continuously. When I was about to open the door at home, before I could even take out the key, my uncle heard the noise and poked his head out from inside first.

  Originally beaming with joy, she immediately ran into the house to fetch a towel and wrapped it around me after seeing my disheveled state.

  "What's going on? How did you end up like this? Don't you have an umbrella in your hand? Why are you still getting wet?"

  "It's all your fault, you've brought me bad luck!" I get annoyed when he keeps asking me questions, it's all because he insisted that I go and worship some stupid ancestors, as a result, not only did I see a ghost, but also lost one.

  I had just barely recovered from the previous disturbance and now this new trouble has come up.

  "See, see a ghost?" My uncle's hand paused in mid-air as he handed me the towel, his eyes sneaking a peek at me.

  I was so angry that I gritted my teeth and clenched the towel, "It's not the ghost you thought it was, it's a pervert! Look at these people you found for me, what kind of goods are they? As soon as I introduced myself, he made an excuse to slip away. From now on, don't interfere with my personal matters again, if you make me see another inexplicable person, I'll hang myself. You're not embarrassed, but I'm too ashamed to show my face!" After wiping my hair dry, I threw the towel at him and went back to my room to get a change of clothes. Before entering the bathroom, I left a stern warning.

  Uncle blinked his eyes, disappointedly pursed his lips, and before I went into the bathroom, I heard him muttering to himself: "How is it like this again? Never mind, never mind, as long as I've done my best, when you become a leftover woman in the future, don't blame me, your uncle."

  He also knows what I'm like when I get angry, in such a situation I become an unreasonable madman, whatever he says is just empty comfort, and instead he ends up getting himself into trouble.

  There's a dark flame surrounding An Xun, so I don't have to worry about that kid for now. As I soak in the hot bath, all I can see is An Xun's chubby face in front of me.

  What on earth happened? It seemed like we just parted ways two days ago, how did he end up in this state today?

  When I came out, my uncle was nowhere to be seen, the room wasn't lit up, and the umbrella I brought back was also gone. On the bathroom door, there was a note that explained why he was gone. In anger, I tore it off and shredded it into pieces before throwing them in the trash can. This old man is hopeless, unable to resist temptation and being lured away by Three?One's scheme again.

  I was so angry that I stomped my feet, rubbing the wet hair with a towel, and kicked open the door with a dark face.

  The An Xiu in the room was startled by my rough entry and took a glance at Ming Yan before looking back at me. It wasn't until then that I noticed what had just happened to him.

  Not only was his face swollen and unrecognizable, but his body was also wet and soggy, as if he had been soaked in water for a long time. His lips were purple, not the pale color of normal death, and there were faint bloodstains on his clothes.

  I walked up to him and glanced back at his back, a figure that was not stable, Ming Yan timely supported me, his face wasn't very good either, but he didn't say anything.

  Uncle is not at home, so I don't have to worry about anything. I pulled the swivel chair in front of the computer desk over and sat down in front of An Xiu, wiping my nose with a sniff and tilting my head to ask: "Didn't I remind you? To be more careful and low-key, how did you manage to get yourself killed after not seeing each other for two days? Even if you're dead, it's fine, but like this, even your parents won't recognize you!"

  He was originally considered a handsome guy, but now, no one can overlap this ghost with that handsome young man.

  Now An Xu is like the Autumn Fragrance in The Legend of Tang Bohu, played by Gong Li, who was beaten with over a hundred fists. The beauty is gone, only fat remains.

  I didn't show much sadness, after all, it's not the first time I've seen a ghost, I'm already numb. Sympathy is sympathy, but personally, I think it's better to face it calmly, he may be dead, but I shouldn't treat him differently just because he's a ghost, treating him equally as when he was alive, that's fair to him.

  An Xiu just lowered his head and didn't respond to the criticism as cheerfully as he usually did. At this moment, he felt inferior and couldn't lift his head up. He slightly turned his head and glanced at Ming Yan, then muttered after a long while: "Xiao Yue, can you please ask this gentleman to stand further away? The strong aura on him is scaring me."

  "Overwhelming presence?" I tilted my head, sizing up the slender and smiling Ming Yan, my finger on my lips as I scrutinized his slightly arrogant demeanor. I rolled my eyes in disdain. "You call this guy powerful?"

  "Uh-huh." An Xu's mosquito-like voice came out, apparently he was really afraid of Ming Yan.

  Facing my former colleague and good friend, I really didn't know how to talk to him. But I still pulled Ming Yan from his side to behind me and explained simply: "He's not as powerful as you said, he just died a few hundred years ago and has some Taoist skills to become a ghost immortal. If you want to see Chen Xin again, this matter still needs him to arrange."

  "Really? Can you really let me see my family? Chen Xin was due to give birth yesterday, and when I received the call from home, I suddenly fainted. When I came to, it was already like this. I don't care how I died, I just want to see my wife and apologize to her, and see my child, that's all." He got a bit excited, grasping my hand tightly, his eyes clouding over with tears when mentioning his wife and child, filled with self-blame, helplessness, and sorrow.

  In short, all his reluctance was reflected in those somewhat closed frog-like eyes of his.

  After experiencing the life and death separation of Yuan Xue and his family, I am now faced with the tragic end of a friend. My heart is deeply grieved. I never thought that this quiet and unknown little man would one day die in such a miserable and sorrowful way. And what he has to face is eternal separation from his wife who has just given birth.

  A pang of sadness in his heart, he still smiled on his face, "Of course, since I dared to keep you from the ghost's hands, I must be able to help you. And it's only me who can see that you're not afraid. If your wife saw you like this now, she would definitely faint from fright."

  An Xiu was very puzzled by my words, seemingly unaware of his current appearance. He curiously stood up and floated towards the mirror, not knowing what to expect. One glance made him jump in fright. His own eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the mirror, "This... this is me?"

  "It's not me anyway." I still couldn't help but add fuel to the fire and struck An Xiu again in an instant.

  Actually, getting used to it is just a bit chubby and swollen, actually not too hard to look at, but people who know him should not be able to accept his current appearance.

  Ming Yan looked at me bullying An Xiu, and shook his head in disgust. He sympathetically walked towards An Xiu, causing the originally dispirited him to suddenly tense up, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

  "There's no need to be so afraid, I'm a ghost fairy and also Xiao Yue's assistant, we used to meet every day, it's just that you couldn't see me back then." Ming Yan patted An Xu's shoulder, patiently explaining and comforting him.

  An Xiu calmed down his tense emotions, then looked up at Ming Yan with a confused expression, but immediately shrank back in fear and turned to look at me. Suddenly, as if he had realized something, "Can Xiaoyue see me? What kind of people are you?"

  "This guy is really slow-witted, only reacting now to my peculiarity. Sitting on the edge of the bed with a bad temper, continuing to wipe his hair, he explained indifferently: 'It's just the person you see in your eyes, only different from ordinary people, and often sees ghosts.'"

  "She is my master, a hell messenger who can help the spirits of the dead get revenge, a soul ferryman!" As Ming Yan introduced me in a flat tone, she actually turned her head back to look at me with some pride and smiled contentedly.

  Such a smile made me blush, and the awkward attitude I had towards him before disappeared without a trace.

  An Xiu stood foolishly in front of us, looking at the subtle changes between us with a mixture of astonishment and shock. Finally, he knelt down in front of us with tears streaming down his face: "If you can really help me find the murderer, I will repay your great kindness by being a cow or a horse in my next life!"