I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

As if to confirm something, Master Xie Jiu passed away.

Little Jieyuhua, who doesn't understand what death is, looks at his grandfather, who used to hug him and giggle, now lying in a cold coffin. The innocent boy can't understand why his grandfather has to sleep here; he looks very uncomfortable.

Xie Yuhua watched as Master Xie Jiu was buried. So many people came that day, and everyone was crying. They said that the family would be handed over to his father, Xie Lianhuan, from now on. The little boy didn't understand what that meant. He only knew that his father had drunk a lot of wine that day, so much so that even the way he looked at him was different.

Since then, more and more people have come to visit her father. Her father gets very angry every day, and Xie Yuhua spends less and less time with him. Whenever she sees her father, he always seems to want to say something but stops himself. Xie Yuhua doesn't know what her father wants to say, but judging from his expression, it's never a good thing.

He didn't want to think about those things! Since his father wouldn't say anything, he wouldn't ask! He didn't want to hear anything bad! He wanted to go read the Snoopy comics his mother had bought him.

One morning, when Jieyuhua woke up, she saw a note on her desk that read: Don't worry! No matter what happens, I will be by your side.

Jieyuhua looked at the note, scratched her head. The handwriting on the note was neat and beautiful, and just looking at it made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.

"Who could it be?" Xie Yuhua asked curiously. Was it her father? Why would he leave such a note in his room in the middle of the night? What could he possibly want?

The note was left by Ling Xiao. He originally only intended to be an outsider and watch Xie Yuhua grow up. However, after Xie Jiuye died, Xie Lianhuan's condition became more and more abnormal. Ling Xiao knew with his eyes closed that this guy and Wu Sansheng were up to no good!

Ling Xiao didn't care about their plan. He was already dead, and his reach wasn't that long. Yet, they made the plan but didn't teach the child anything. He knew that feeling—forcing himself to learn all sorts of things in a short time, constantly guarding against people's hearts, and always scheming...

The thought of watching his precious, innocent little dumpling grow up overnight made Ling Xiao feel inexplicably guilty. Why did he feel this way?

'Jie Lianhuan, Xiaohua is still a child! How could you bear to let him accept the mess you left behind without any transition?' Even he, a scoundrel, couldn't bear to do that... Ling Xiao cursed inwardly.

Looking at his little dumpling, Ling Xiao decided to help the child. To help, he had to let the child know he was there, but he couldn't appear too abruptly, or he would frighten the child. He had to gradually let the child accept his presence, and a note was the best way.

Like leaving a message, Jieyuhua would receive a note every morning, and over time they started chatting.

Finally, they started talking about their identities. Ling Xiao asked him: "If I weren't human, would you be afraid?"

Jieyuhua: Are you the short, ugly boy raised by Wuxie's grandfather?

Ling Xiao's inner monologue: Gou Wuxie! He's caused so much harm!

Ling Xiao: ...No...I am a ghost, the kind that comes to protect you. But I don't eat people, so please don't go looking for a Taoist priest...You can pretend I'm invisible. Would you be afraid of me then?

When Xie Yuhua saw this, she smiled gently, sensing the person's anxiety and grievance. She wrote: I'm not afraid. Thank you for taking care of me all this time.