My idea is not groundless. The world has always been about first come, first served. Is it possible for people to jump in line after they die and become ghosts?
In addition, the palace is a gathering place for those who died unjustly. I am afraid that more people died in the palace than on the battlefield.
Xia Yan laughed: "You can ask him about this."
It was getting late, and everyone didn't get much rest because they were transporting Yan Xiaoqing back. Now there's a drama about being possessed by a ghost. Their spirits have been tense all the time. Even a tough guy can't bear to be treated like this.
Yan Xitong was also very tired, so he gave a few simple instructions and left with the others.
After washing, I walked into Xia Yan's arms, and he put his hand on my shoulder, stroking it gently.
"The ghost has been lingering in Yan Xiaoqing's body, so what should I do?"
Xia Yan pondered for a moment, then asked: "What would you do if a ghost possessed my body?"
I was stunned and sat up in shock. I didn't know how to answer for a while.
If a ghost possessed Xia Yan, I would burn incense and pray to Buddha every day to ask the ghost to leave.
I leaned forward and hugged Xia Yan tightly: "No, never. As long as I'm here, I won't let you be possessed by a ghost."
Xia Yan touched my head, hugged me into his arms, and said, "I'm just teasing you, fool."
Don't you know that what you just said is an unrealistic and silly thing? If there is a ghost who really wants to use Xia Yan's body, how can I stop it? Just like Pei Yuan and Yun Qing, Pei Yuan has the ability to stop the danger.
However, it could not prevent Yun Qingqing from dying. That sentence, "I will wait for you next time," finally became an empty talk at the moment Pei Yuan died.
However, when I said this, I was sincere, just like Pei Yuan. If he could find a way to save Yun Qingqing at that time, Pei Yuan would have tried his best, just like Xia Yan is possessed by a ghost now
My body, if there is a way to save it, I can die.
The next day, I launched a blanket search in the Imperial Palace of the State of Yan, and I was bound to find some clues. In Yan Xitong's words, if there are clues, I have to look for them, and if there are no clues, I have to look for clues.
The entire Dali Temple in Yan State has gone on strike for the past three days and came together to assist me.
And my main responsibility is to chat with An Buwang and find some clues from his few words.
Of course, it would be difficult for me to achieve the desired results by myself, so I didn't hesitate to drag Xia Yan along.
"Who is he?" An Bu forgot to eat the cakes on the plate and glanced at Xia Yan.
I said: "He..."
"Xia Zixuan." Xia Yan clasped his fists in a respectful manner.
My eyeballs almost popped out. When it comes to acting, I used to be arrogant and thought that if I said I was second, no one would dare to think that I was first. Seeing Xia Yan's self-introduction just now, I suddenly felt that I was too confident before.
From the moment he said those words, Xia Yan's imperial aura disappeared, taking on an elegant scholarly air. Moreover, his outfit matched well today. On a warm spring day, white clothes beat the snow, without any accessories.
, holding a folding fan that looks cheap but is actually very valuable, and a dark green belt tied tightly around his waist. This outfit may be the most approachable I have ever seen Xia Yan. Even the last time he lived in Qi State, he was walking on the street.
He had never done this while setting up a street stall.
An Bu Wang was indeed coaxed and asked: "Who is he?"
