As the shadow moved, An Tong's hand holding his mother's clothes became tighter and tighter!

A light suddenly appeared on the dark shadow's grave.

An Tong couldn't describe what the light looked like, but he only knew that the light should be extremely attractive to the black shadow. He carefully noticed that the black shadow's left hand, which had originally lacked two fingers, was now intact!

Two fingers that were not hurt were growing on his left hand, incompatible with the dark skin on his left hand.

It seems that they are correct in burying their fingers into the cemetery.

The black shadow stopped before stepping into the light, turned around, tried to lift his hand connected to his body and shook it at An Tong, then turned around and stepped into the light.

In An Tong's eyes, the black shadow slowly walked into the light that emerged from the cemetery. The light gradually wrapped the black shadow, and the black shadow completely disappeared into the light, and the light gradually faded until nothingness.

The light was very soft. An Tong kept staring at him, but he didn't feel the sting. He couldn't see the world inside the light. He only knew that it was the place where the shadow belonged to.

"Mom, he's gone, we can go back."

An Hua held An Tong's hand and walked back to the special environment of the cemetery. An Tong was covered with various body protective supplies from head to toe. An Hua was afraid that she would stick to something unclean, so she also hung a lot on her body.

Therefore, the journey back was quite calm, except for An Tong's surprise from time to time.

There are many things in the cemetery, but because they have too many amulets on them, they dare not approach them, and they only dare to look at them from afar.

When An Tong occasionally glanced at him, he was frightened when he saw him.

After walking out of the cemetery, Antong became particularly quiet.

Seeing him thinking seriously, Anhua didn't want to disturb him. When the child grew up, he would always have his own thoughts. Parents don't need to explore their children's ideas at all times. Children need their own space.

When he got home, An Tong looked at the head waiting for him to come home at the door. He suddenly said to An Hua, "Mom, I want to help them!"

Needless to say, An Hua knew who it was. She was very curious about An Tong's thoughts. Why did An Tong suddenly change so quickly? She was obviously afraid, "Tongtong, can you tell your mother why you want to help them?"

An Tong said, "Mom, when we went to that cemetery today, I saw a lot of tributes placed in front of the tombstone of that person. I also saw the words on the tombstone of that person were: Tomb of Zhang Linzhi, beloved son."

"These things I fear were also family and friends who were caring for when they were alive. How painful would it be for their family and friends to know that these people were still unsafe after they died and were trapped in the world and were not allowed to leave?"

"So I want to help them, I want them to have rest, I want them to leave this world that no longer belongs to them, go to where they should go, and start a new life."

An Hua didn't expect that An Tong had thought of such a deep-seated thing. She touched An Tong's soft hair, "The old saying goes, the hair is soft and the heart is soft. This sentence has been proven in you. You are obviously afraid of those things and are afraid of death. Now you are not thinking about eliminating them, but helping them and allowing them to enter the cycle of reincarnation. This is very good, and my mother is very pleased."

Anhua had a soft smile on his face, "What makes my mother even more relieved is that you have found what you really want to do and no longer continue to do things as I wish. Please keep it."

An Tong also laughed, "I can do it, mom, since I want to do this, I will do it to the best!"

Next, in addition to studying, An Tong devoted most of his energy to the book given to him by the abbot of the research.

With theoretical knowledge, one must practice it, and the object of his practice is the head that has always been by his side.

This head is very listened to An Tong's words. He would go east when he asked him to go east when he asked him to go west when he asked him to go west. He had a good temper. No matter how An Tong treated him, he would return to An Tong's side every time and listen to his orders.

After a long time, An Tong became curious about this head.

"Brother Xiao Hei, what's your name?"

This head cannot speak, An Tong didn't know what his name was. Seeing that his whole head was dark and his skin was pitch black, he gave him a nickname.

The head was suspended in the air, and turned left and right, meaning that he didn't know.

"Then where is your body? I have only seen your head for so long. Are you still staying in the world and not leaving because you haven't found your body?"

Xiao Hei's head showed a confused expression. Obviously, he didn't know the answer to this question.

An Tong was very discouraged, and it was difficult to deal with it. How should he send him away for a spirit who didn’t know what wishes he had?

An Tong started his little head and thought for a long time, came up with a wonderful idea. He slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "I have it! I can draw your appearance and ask my mother to help find who you are!"

The head was happily flipping up and down, obviously quite agreeing with this proposal.

An Tong has a good foundation in painting. Since all the burdens on him were left out by An Hua, all his deeply suppressed talents have been released. His painting skills have made rapid progress, and sketching an object is no problem!

Soon, the pencil rubbed against the paper and drew Xiao Hei's appearance.

Xiao Hei floated to the painting An Tong painted and nodded with satisfaction. The paintings An Tong painted were exactly the same!

An Tong was also very satisfied. When his mother came back in the evening, he handed the painting to his mother and asked her to help find someone.

Unexpectedly, Anhua showed a very strange expression on his face when he saw this painting.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Do you know this person?"

An Hua looked at the painting carefully before confirming it, "To be precise, I have never seen this person, but one of the people I know looks a bit like him."

As a former killer, she has her own unique method of facial recognition and has many habits that have been preserved until now.

For example, when she sees a person, she will quickly record the facial features of the person and quickly recognize the person when she sees him again next time.

Seeing An Tong's painting today, An Hua's mind immediately jumped out of the original owner's former boss Xu Fuzhou!

On the day Anhua resigned, he had close contact with the boss. She remembered the boss's appearance very clearly. The boss's mouth was exactly the same as the person in An Tong's painting, and even some tiny curves were the same!

And if the facial features are so similar, these two must be related by blood!
Chapter completed!