fox lure

Chapter 132 Meat Dad
"Fatty?" Lao Huang squinted at me, "What kind of meat?"

Vaguely, I seem to remember it, vaguely in a dream, like a fleshy father roaring crazily: "Thinking that I, Jiang Xiao, have been doing good deeds all my life, why is my daughter a vegetable?"

Then a Taoist priest with a blurry face appeared and said to him, "Your daughter is soulless, and the fetal spirit has been removed. Now the fetal spirit is located in another house."

I vaguely remembered what I heard in my dream, but I wasn't sure if I remembered it wrong.

I tried my best to recall the face of the fleshy father. After half a year, his face was very vague in my memory.

Just remember, he seems to be an entrepreneur, he is tall, thin, serious, with glasses.

The facial features are vague.

I told Lao Huang about the strange dreams I had when I was dying on the way to Fengyuguan.

"Is Jiang Xiao right?" Old Huang pursed his lips, "I know the teacher, you go to rest first."

I came out of the old yellow house full of doubts, and was immediately caught by Changjiang. With an old face, Changjiang rolled his big thick lips: "Don't do your homework? I'll sue you for complaining. If you don't do your homework, are you Court death! Catch die!"

What's a 'crack egg'?
Did he crack an egg?Just click me.

I immediately burst into tears, and rolled up my sleeves to show Changjiang the black five-finger prints that Liu Chen had caught in his dream, "Yangtze River, I'm sick!"

"Which day are you not sick? You always suffer from excitability when you are not sick! Ah! In the middle of last night, you ran madly into my house to check for pulse. Are you sick?"

The spittle star was spit like a storm, and it killed me.

Changjiang looked at the black finger prints all over his arm, and frowned, "Damn it, why is this curse so vicious?"

"Great resentment, I said you are a great resentment, do you admit it or not, this damn curse, I've only seen it twice in my 67 years of life! It's your turn."

I looked at the dense five-fingerprints on my arm, like black holes everywhere, and my scalp felt numb.

This... intensive phobia is about to be committed.

There are still a few black fingerprints with some broken skin and a strange smell.

"Yangtze River, who is the other person cursed by the ghost? And..." Are you still alive?
"He died a long time ago, his whole body is full of festering holes, the curse of the ghost is hard to undo, and the last one who died was also a Taoist priest."

Why are Taoists so miserable?

My hair is creeping all over, am I going to be a sieve?There are holes all over the body, just like the colander.

I made up a picture in my mind, cooking noodles at the Ming Taoist temple, the colander can be laid off, and I can be employed?

"What about this?"

Huang Shuang'er suddenly came to mind and said: "15 grams of licorice, 15 grams of honeysuckle, 12 grams of polygala, 15 grams of achyranthes... snow lotus... boil water for a bath..."

As soon as I thought about it, I didn't shut the door in my mouth, and babbled.

Changjiang glanced at me in surprise, and then there was a gleam of excitement in his eyes, "Big resentment, who made this prescription? Yes, Achyranthes bidentata, Achyranthes bidentata!!"

I pursed my lips and did not answer Changjiang's question.

Changjiang was so excited that he went to the backyard, opened the warehouse, and went to find medicine.

An hour later, I was sitting in the tub, the warm potion wrapped around me, and a beautiful white snowdrop floating in the brown water.

Huang Shuang'er gave the prescription for the liquid medicine. Is she good or bad?
In fact, the last time I was in Wang Guixiang's Tun'er, I had a feeling that she didn't want to kill me at all, and when she was pushed to the ground by Huang Jiu and her spirit body was almost smashed, she looked at me sideways.

That gaze was quite meaningful.

Thinking about this, I was so sleepy that I didn't sleep for four or five days, and gradually fell asleep in the warm medicine soup in the bathtub.

"Evil spirit!" As soon as I fell asleep and dreamed, Liu Chen yelled at me from the Songhua River: "You directed and performed this scene yourself, and the underworld doesn't know anything about it!"

The frozen Songhua River collapsed instantly...

"Evil spirit! I have to talk to you!" In a blink of an eye, the dream changed, and Liu Chen appeared on the Dashi Bridge again, wearing a black tunic suit, pushing an old-fashioned bicycle in his hand, and pulling me desperately.

Take me to the other side of the bridge.

"What the hell are you trying to say!" I struggled desperately in my dream, almost yelling, "What are you going to say?"

After shouting this, I immediately opened my eyes, I was still soaking in the medicinal soup, the dense black fingerprints on my arms faded a bit, but some new ones appeared again.

The medicinal soup was cold, and the brown transparent medicinal soup turned into a rich black, and the snow lotus disappeared!

It seems that Huang Shuang'er's prescription is effective, but it does not undo Liu Chen's curse.

I went back to my room, and the next night, as long as I fell asleep, I would dream of Liu Chen, but the time was longer than before, and I would dream once every hour or two.

The second half of the night was really exhausting, and I didn't want to sleep anymore.

Liu Chen's suicide had nothing to do with Dai Yuemian, he wanted to do something after death that he couldn't do while alive, right?

What does he want to do?

Are you trying to drag me down?

Thinking of this, I suddenly didn't feel sleepy at all, and had a kind of analysis in a daze.

Didn't he say I'm an evil spirit?He thought he was alive and couldn't kill me, so he committed suicide on purpose?
Why is he so sure I'm the 'Evil Spirit'?What is the basis?
The more I thought about it, the less sleepy I became. Just after dawn, there was a crying sound outside the Taoist temple. It could be heard that it was Aunt Cen's crying.

I sat on the kang with disheveled hair, and Aunt Cen was crying outside the Taoist temple, but no one opened the door.

I haven't slept well for a few days, my eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, and I heard Xue Sanbiao yelling violently next door: "Damn it! Who's crying early in the morning? Fuck you! It's so annoying! The deaf people have woken up!"

Changjiang was busy making breakfast in the yard, and the smell of burning straw wafted into my room.

Aunt Cen cried for more than an hour, her voice became hoarse, and she was still crying.

However, no one opened the door for her.

"Jiang Long, go and open the door." Old Huang's voice echoed in my mind.

With a blank face and two dark circles under my eyes, I went outside to open the door of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, Aunt Cen and Uncle Cen are outside the Taoist temple, they are cold and hehe, Aunt Cen is still crying: "Master Huang, please be kind to me, please save Chunhong?"

"The hospital said that all of Chunhong's organs have failed, and she is going to die! Woooooo~"

When I opened the door, the two people's eyes were full of hope, but seeing me, Aunt Cen was lying on the ground, and the first half of the sentence hadn't finished crying.

In the next second, he spat at me, "Bah! Little dead girl, get out of here! You goddamn, evil creature crawling out of the gutter! Harmful ghost! You killed my daughter!"

"Damn the whole family! Why don't you die? Why don't your parents die? There are uneducated things with parents but no mother!"

I hadn't slept for five or six days, and suddenly I became very irritable, and I wanted to kick her to death with a bang.

Do not break out in silence, but pervert in silence.

I gritted my teeth and stared at her, watching her cry, recalling everything she had done to me in the past six months.

She yelled at me again and again, probably due to years of malnutrition, her pupils were yellow, and her hair was like withered grass.

When she scolded me, her nose was bleeding and her gums were bleeding.

Cursing and cursing, her voice became smaller and smaller, and she patted her head on the snow, as if kowtowing, choked up, and lost her momentum: "Little girl, I beg you, can you let Chunhong go? You have it too." People with fathers and mothers, can you understand a mother?"

I looked at her, squatted in front of her and rolled up my sleeves. There were scars on it, new and old, "Aunt Cen, if I were really capable enough to kill a living person, what do you think I would do? How much does it hurt?"

Aunt Cen froze for a moment.

"Aunt Cen, have you seen it? There is no Yang Soul, and all the organs in the body are exhausted. Later, the whole body will fester, and the body will fester like a corpse, emitting a stench." I still looked at Aunt Cen.

"But..." Aunt Cen was stunned.

"You're right," I stared at Aunt Cen, "I'm a ghost without a yang soul, a ghost with a body, I don't have a lifespan, I don't have a fortune in life, and I'm just trying to survive."

Aunt Cen stared blankly at me.

"You said it too," I smiled, "I also have a father and a mother. My parents love me no less than you love Cen Chunhong."

"Half a year ago, I gave up my Yang Soul." My eyes were silent, "It's because I admire Cen Chunhong. Her filial piety to you is beyond my reach."

"I don't have a Yang soul, so I may never be able to go home to honor my parents." I sniffed, "Filial piety comes first."

"Always keep benevolence and filial piety, and the world will not bear to do anything that cannot be done."

(End of this chapter)