So dirty!

Dongfang Aoshi frowned in disgust, "No thumb sucking allowed!"

"Oh." The little doll took out his hand and handed it to Dongfang Aoshi, "Wipe it."

If it were any other kid, Dongfang Aoshi would have been angry a long time ago. How could he let her dangle her saliva-covered fingers in front of him?

I don't know what's going on, but Dongfang Aoshi can't be too cruel to the kid in front of him.

He took out the handkerchief and wiped it randomly on the little kid's fingers. The handkerchief was stuffed into the little kid's hand in disgust.

"Okay, you can leave now."

"Did you really go there?"

"Is there a problem?"

"You are a bad person. You can't cross that bridge. Someone will drag you down." The kid said.

"Drag me down?" Dongfang Aoshi snorted, his dark eyes filled with coldness and arrogance, "That depends on whether they have the ability."

"Oh." The little doll looked at the other side, then at the handkerchief in his hand, and suddenly took something and put it in Dongfang Aoshi's palm, "This is for you."

Dongfang Aoshi looked at the hair in his palm and frowned, "Kid, why are you giving me this?"

"Aren't you going to go there? If you take this with you, no one will catch you," the little doll said.

A hair?

Dongfang Aoshi gave a rare smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little baby's head, "Kid, you are really naive."

"Don't throw it away! You must always carry it with you!" the little doll explained earnestly.

All right.

For the sake of this brat leading the way.

Dongfang Aoshi carefully put away her hair.

"Kid, who are you?"

"I am who I am." The little doll didn't understand why he asked this, blinking his eyes with a very innocent expression.

"Where's your name?" Dongfang Aoshi is a person who has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. If you are kind to him, of course you have to repay him.

He planned to burn some paper money for this kid as a reward for leading the way when he returned.

"There's no name." The little doll shook his head.

"No name?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, is he a lonely ghost?

Such a small lonely soul...

"Yeah." The little doll nodded vigorously, indicating that she really didn't have a name.

"Mom and dad?" The kid doesn't have a name, so it should be okay to burn it to her parents, right?

"Mom is in the City of Wasted Death, dad doesn't know..." the little doll tilted his head and said.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyelids jumped——

Po Meng said that half of the souls who died in the city of Wan Si died because of him. Did this little devil's mother die in his hands in the city of Wan Si?

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"No." The little doll shook his head, "Mom doesn't like talking about daddy, she cries every time."

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, and he probably understood——

It seems that this kid's parents really died in his hands.

Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes dimmed slightly, and he looked at the kid who was not even as high as his knees, "Kid, why do you want to help me?"

"It smells like mother." The little doll said, suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Dongfang Aoshi's leg, and sniffed him.

Dongfang Aoshi reflexively wanted to kick.

When he raised his legs to kick, he suddenly remembered that the kid brought him here, and slowly retracted his legs.

"Kid, I still have something to do, it's time to go." Dongfang Aoshi sighed, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"Oh." The little doll reluctantly let go.

Dongfang Aoshi stepped forward and walked towards the bridge.

The kid stood on this side of the bridge and confessed earnestly, "Don't throw away your hair." It's so dirty!

Dongfang Aoshi frowned in disgust, "No thumb sucking allowed!"

"Oh." The little doll took out his hand and handed it to Dongfang Aoshi, "Wipe it."

If it were any other kid, Dongfang Aoshi would have been angry a long time ago. How could he let her dangle her saliva-covered fingers in front of him?

I don't know what's going on, but Dongfang Aoshi can't be too cruel to the kid in front of him.

He took out the handkerchief and wiped it randomly on the little kid's fingers. The handkerchief was stuffed into the little kid's hand in disgust.

"Okay, you can leave now."

"Did you really go there?"

"Is there a problem?"

"You are a bad person. You can't cross that bridge. Someone will drag you down." The kid said.

"Drag me down?" Dongfang Aoshi snorted, his dark eyes filled with coldness and arrogance, "That depends on whether they have the ability."

"Oh." The little doll looked at the other side, then at the handkerchief in his hand, and suddenly took something and put it in Dongfang Aoshi's palm, "This is for you."

Dongfang Aoshi looked at the hair in his palm and frowned, "Kid, why are you giving me this?"

"Aren't you going to go there? If you take this with you, no one will catch you," the little doll said.

A hair?

Dongfang Aoshi gave a rare smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed the little baby's head, "Kid, you are really naive."

"Don't throw it away! You must always carry it with you!" the little doll explained earnestly.

All right.

For the sake of this brat leading the way.

Dongfang Aoshi carefully put away her hair.

"Kid, who are you?"

"I am who I am." The little doll didn't understand why he asked this, blinking his eyes with a very innocent expression.

"Where's your name?" Dongfang Aoshi is a person who has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. If you are kind to him, of course you have to repay him.

He planned to burn some paper money for this kid as a reward for leading the way when he returned.

"There's no name." The little doll shook his head.

"No name?" Dongfang Aoshi frowned, is he a lonely ghost?

Such a small lonely soul...

"Yeah." The little doll nodded vigorously, indicating that she really didn't have a name.

"Mom and dad?" The kid doesn't have a name, so it should be okay to burn it to her parents, right?

"Mom is in the City of Wasted Death, dad doesn't know..." the little doll tilted his head and said.

Dongfang Aoshi's eyelids jumped——

Po Meng said that half of the souls who died in the city of Wan Si died because of him. Did this little devil's mother die in his hands in the city of Wan Si?

"Didn't your mother tell you?"

"No." The little doll shook his head, "Mom doesn't like talking about daddy, she cries every time."

Dongfang Aoshi's pupils shrank slightly, and he probably understood——

It seems that this kid's parents really died in his hands.

Dongfang Aoshi's dark eyes dimmed slightly, and he looked at the kid who was not even as high as his knees, "Kid, why do you want to help me?"

"It smells like mother." The little doll said, suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged Dongfang Aoshi's leg, and sniffed him.

Dongfang Aoshi reflexively wanted to kick.

When he raised his legs to kick, he suddenly remembered that the kid brought him here, and slowly retracted his legs.

"Kid, I still have something to do, it's time to go." Dongfang Aoshi sighed, trying to make his voice sound calmer.

"Oh." The little doll reluctantly let go.

Dongfang Aoshi stepped forward and walked towards the bridge.
Chapter completed!