In ancient times, I made a fortune by copying my family

Chapter 167 That puppet is still alive
Xia Zhi was driving the carriage properly, when she saw the woman rushing towards her like desperately, she was so frightened that she quickly stopped the reins.

"Xiangu, Xiangu..." Ling Chu was sleeping soundly in the carriage when he suddenly heard a woman's voice yelling.

"Hey, what's the matter with you? Don't you want to die? If I hadn't stopped the horse in time, you would have been disabled today."

As soon as Ling Chu opened his eyes, he heard Xia Zhi's dissatisfied scolding and the woman's apology.

As soon as Liu Xiangju opened the curtain of the car, the woman outside heard the movement, rushed over immediately, and shouted in surprise and joy, "Xianggu, I was just going to find you, but I met you on the road unexpectedly, what a shame!" Very good."

Ling Chu remembered that the woman asked her to make a fortune, that there was a dead person buried under the pigsty in her house.

His eyes swept over the other's terrified face, "Aunt Sun, is something wrong with your family again?"

Mrs. Sun nodded desperately, her voice trembling, "Xiangu, I...my chicken died again."

"How did you die?"

Sun's eyes were horrified, "Xianggu, there are... there are... there are puppets in my family. My chicken... has its neck twisted.

Fairy, please, can you help me? "

Ling Chu sighed, "How can I help? I reminded you last time that you should dismantle the pigpen early and buy some incense and candle offerings to make amends for the deceased.

This matter is your fault first, if you are not willing to do what I say, it is useless for you to seek me. "

Sun originally wanted to demolish the pigsty, but her son didn't believe that there was a corpse buried underneath, so he didn't agree to demolish it.

Thinking of what happened at home today, Mrs. Sun already regretted it, "I listened to Fairy Aunt and dismantled the pig pen when I got back.

Can you ask Fairy Aunt to help me collect that dirty thing? "

【Ding! 】

[Request task detected! 】

[The host must complete the task, earn merit, and maintain vitality. 】

Ling Chu put away the system and asked Sun to follow in the carriage to show Xia Zhi the way.

A quarter of an hour later, Mrs. Sun pointed to a brick house at the end of the village and said, "That's my home..."

As soon as the words were finished, Sun's face suddenly changed, "Why is my house flooded?"

Ling Chu followed the sound and looked over, and sure enough he saw a thick smoke rising into the air.

Xia Zhi drove the carriage and rushed all the way, Sun was in a hurry, as soon as the carriage stopped, she jumped off in a hurry, ignoring to greet Ling Chu, she rushed towards her yard with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

Ling Chu got out of the carriage and followed behind with two servant girls.

The location of the fire, depending on the situation, is the area behind Aunt Sun's house.

Before walking too far, I saw many old people and children watching the burning place, and those young and strong men were hurriedly fetching water and putting out the fire with pots and buckets.

It's just that the effect is not great.

The house that caught fire appeared to be a firewood house, and there were a lot of firewood piled inside.

Ling Chu could cast spells and pray for rain, but she didn't do anything.

Firstly, she has limited energy and doesn't want to waste it, and secondly, there are too many fires, and the firewood room is almost burnt out, so it doesn't make much sense to save the fire or not.

The firewood house is separate from Mrs. Sun's house, so the fire will not spread.

Another more important reason is that Ling Chu smelled a decaying corpse around here. If she guessed correctly, ghosts appeared here just now.

"Hehehe..." Just as Ling Chu was looking around for the ghost, he suddenly heard the panicked cries of a flock of chickens.

"It's broken, my chicken." With a pale face, Sun raised her foot and ran towards the chicken coop beside her, but after a few steps, she couldn't help but stop when she remembered the two chickens whose necks had been twisted earlier.

Turning her head to look at Ling Chu anxiously, "Xiangu..."

Ling Chu knew what she was afraid of, and walked over, "Let's go, I'll go with you to have a look."

Some women felt strange when they heard the unusual rooster crowing, but when they saw Mrs. Sun leading a Taoist nun towards the chicken coop next to her, they all followed out of curiosity.

The chicken coop is not far away, just next to the firewood house. Through the fence, one can see at a glance a dozen chickens, big and small, fluttering their wings and screaming in all directions, as if they had been greatly frightened. .

On the ground, there were five or six bloody chicks lying motionless, apparently they had just died.

An elderly lady slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, Lotus Sun, your chicken was bitten by a weasel, right?"

"Do we have weasels here? Why haven't I heard of them?"

Sun's face was pale, and she smiled wryly in her heart. If it was a weasel, she wouldn't be so afraid.

Just as more and more women followed, suddenly a little hen seemed to be pinched by the neck and slipped into the air.

The little hen's neck was tightly grasped, and its wings and feet fluttered desperately in mid-air a few times before someone twisted its neck with a snap, and threw it at Mrs. Sun's feet with a bang.

Seeing this weird scene, some timid women and children screamed in fright.

The chickens in the fence screamed even more.

Seeing that another little hen was lifted into the air by pinching its neck, Ling Chu raised his hand and pinched his fingers, and wiped it on his eyes.

Seeing the puppet soul pinching the little hen in mid-air with a fierce look on his face, Ling Chu frowned.

Isn't this the puppet hiding behind the jujube tree in Mrs. Hu's house?
Seeing that the puppet was about to break the chicken's neck again, Ling Chu raised his voice, "Zhao Yishan, you've killed so many chickens, don't stop soon."

Zhao Yishan glared over with a sinister look on his face, "These beasts were eating and shitting in my burial place, so I killed them just in time."

"You killed the poultry at Aunt Sun's house earlier, right? And the fire in the woodshed was also set by you?"

"That's right, who told them to build chicken coops and pigpens on my graveyard."

"Aunt Sun's family didn't know that your body was buried here, even if they were at fault, but you killed so many poultry and set fire to her firewood shed, you should calm down.

You can let the chicken go. Aunt Sun has agreed to tear down the chicken coop and pig pen. You don't have to worry about your cemetery being dirty in the future. "

This Zhao Yishan not only has a malevolent aura, but also mixed with a strong resentment. With Ling Chu's current body, it is too troublesome to deal with it. It would be best if he can be persuaded verbally.

Maybe Zhao Yishan thought she was lying, so Ling Chu turned his head to Sun and said, "Your family built the chicken coop and pigpen on Zhao Yishan's cemetery. It is indeed your fault. You should quickly find someone to tear it down."

Sun was confused, "Xianggu, whose cemetery are you talking about? Zhao Yishan?"

Seeing that her expression was not right, Ling Chu asked strangely, "It's Zhao Yishan, what's wrong?"

Sun's son, Datang, had just finished putting out the fire, and hurried over when he heard Ling Chu's words, and immediately said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, Zhao Yishan is alive and well, and I knew that Taoist aunt you Charming."

Ling Chu raised his eyebrows, Sun's son was saying, that puppet is still alive?

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