Actor Jiang, Madam is going to exorcise demons again

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Ten Years of Karma (3)

Seeing Zhang Yan looking at her suspiciously, Ning Huanxin smiled slightly: "I borrowed the key from someone and came in. Your room is so beautiful."

"Yes, is it?"

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan's eyes flickered, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

"Actually, this room has been like this since I can remember. I feel very kind. This may be my previous room. Unfortunately..."

She sighed: "Unfortunately, I have no memory, no one can tell me who I am, even... I don't even know how I died."

The past is blank, the future is bleak, but I am just a strand of soul, a strand of soul that can never get out of a small room and cannot communicate with anyone for ten years. This feeling is really uncomfortable.

"Have you been here for ten years?" Ning Huanxin couldn't help asking with distress.

"Yeah, but..." Zhang Yan paused: "Last year, the hotel was connected to the Internet, and I accidentally discovered that I could connect to the WeChat network of the underworld through this network. Later, I joined the WeChat group to chat with everyone, but everyone has their own residence and name. Only I have no name until you come here..."

Just because he lived next door to Ning Huanxin and could still chat with her, Zhang Yan changed her nickname to the ghost next door.

Hearing her words, Ning Huanxin was taken aback for a moment. She still clearly remembers the first time she joined the WeChat group and chatted with the female ghost next door. At that time, Zhang Yan was very happy and afraid that she would ignore her.

She was really lonely for a long time, alone for a long time.

"Actually, I know you."

Ning Huanxin bit her lips lightly, walked to the bookshelf, her slender hands swept over the rows of books, and finally stopped on a book.

It was the collection of poems, the collection of poems that Qin Su gave to Zhang Yan back then——

Ten years of life and death are boundless, unthinkable and unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of solitary graves, where is the desolation.

"Do you read this collection of poems often?" Ning Huanxin found that this collection of poems is the same as before, and the place where it is placed is the easiest to get.

"Yeah, I like it very much, but every time I see it, I want to shed tears. I don't know what's wrong with me. So ghosts can also be sad?"

Ghost tears cry blood, if it is not really sad and really sad, many ghosts can't shed tears.

"Let me tell you a story."

Ning Huanxin sat aside and slowly told the story of ten years ago.

Zhang Yan is different from Li Yan, she is a pure girl, and she has no sins, but because of the accident in the past, she lost her memory, she can't think of herself, but she has infinite concerns and obsessions for Yangjian in her heart.

When Ning Huanxin told the whole story slowly, Zhang Yan's eyes kept changing. When she was listening to the story, her whole heart was also ups and downs.

At the end, Zhang Yan looked at Ning Huanxin nervously: "What happened later? Then that Qin Su, what happened to Qin Su?"

This name made Zhang Yan feel familiar and excited.

"He's a monk."

Ning Huanxin whispered lightly: "Actually, he didn't deliberately lie to Zhang Yan. I believe, I believe that he is sincere to her. Unfortunately, good luck tricks people. After all, there are too many mistakes and involuntary mistakes in this world. Not all lovers can get married in the end."

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Zhang Yan was quiet for a moment: "Actually, Zhang Yan...is that my name?"

"Yes, you are Zhang Yan."

(End of this chapter)