life and death deed

Chapter 218
At first glance, these envelopes may not seem like anything special, but if you look closely, they appear to be a light cyan color.

Inside each envelope was a piece of black material that looked like some kind of animal skin.

This is Guipi!
It's real ghost skin!
In other words, it is the human skin after becoming a ghost!

When a person dies and becomes a ghost, the human skin of his body left behind in the human world can be made into ghost skin.

A ghost-skinned blue paper letter, this kind of letter is for borrowing one’s life!
An envelope borrows one year of life.

These at least dozens of envelopes are enough to extend a person's lifespan!

No wonder Aunt Miao's son has not been infected with any evil spirits, nor has he been cursed by anyone, but his lifespan has been exhausted. It turns out that his life was borrowed.

In the world of metaphysics, few people would write letters on ghost-skinned blue paper, because such letters cannot lend anyone's life.

It can only borrow the lives of people who are related to it by blood!
So I can be very sure that the person who borrowed the life of Aunt Miao's son is the person who sent Aunt Miao the ghost-skinned green paper letter, that is, Aunt Miao's husband!

The father borrowed his son's life, no wonder he didn't come back for ten years. How dare he come back?
This father is really not a human being.

"What's wrong, young man?" Aunt Miao looked at me and asked.

I gradually came back to my senses, and looked at Aunt Miao with increasingly sympathetic eyes, and said, "It's okay. Aunt Miao, just burn these envelopes. Keeping them takes up space."

Ghost-skinned green paper letters, this kind of envelope is too sinister, and it is easy to attract evil spirits if you keep it around. The reason why Aunt Miao has not encountered any major problems so far may be related to her worship of the Bao Ma Fairy.

But even if the horse-protecting fairy is more effective, these ghost-skin green paper letters are still better to be burned.

"Young man, you don't understand. I will always keep these envelopes. I have a thought." Aunt Miao took the envelopes back and held them in her arms, her face softened.

Seeing this, I felt unspeakably uncomfortable in my heart.

Aunt Miao's husband even killed his son, but Aunt Miao was still infatuated with him.

I really wanted to tell Aunt Miao the truth, but I didn't say it.

Even if I say it, Aunt Miao may not believe it, and I can't change the fact that his son is dead.

Of course, I thought in my heart that if one day I could see Aunt Miao's husband who was worse than a pig, I would definitely make him pay the price.

After learning all the truth, I returned to the room without disturbing Aunt Miao.

Wu Manzhu was still sleeping soundly, but I was so depressed that I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

How could there be a father in the world who would lend his son's life?

At this time, I suddenly looked at Wu Manzhu.

Her face, even when sleeping, is still perfect, with no fault to be found.

But there was doubt in my mind.

Just when I was looking at Wu Manzhu's pretty face, her eyes suddenly opened again.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Manzhu said calmly.

I gave her another fright.

"I, I didn't do anything..." I hesitated.

"Then why are you so close to me?" Wu Manzhu stood up and looked directly at me.

Only then did I realize that our distance was indeed a bit too close.

It was like I was caught peeping at others. I was a little embarrassed, but soon, I changed the subject and said: "Aunt Miao's son died because his life was taken away from him. You can leave during the day." Do you know when it’s cloudy?”

Since Wu Manzhu arrived in the underworld and paid the price of being injured, she must have known these things.

"Yes." Wu Manzhu nodded and admitted.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't take action? Since you don't plan to save him, what if I tell you? Isn't it a waste of my saliva?" Wu Manzhu said. "This is not a question of whether I can save him or not. His life was borrowed from his father. Even if I wanted to save him, I can't save him." I said speechlessly.

But Wu Manzhu looked at me with strange eyes.

After a while, she said: "His life was not borrowed by his father."

When I heard Wu Manzhu's words, I was stunned.

Are you kidding me?I can clearly read the ghost-skinned green paper letter. Besides his father, who else would take the life of Aunt Miao's son?Apart from his father, the only person who has a blood relationship with him is Aunt Miao. Could it be that Aunt Miao borrowed it?
"Not his father? Who is that?" I asked with a frown.

Wu Manzhu smiled and said, "You'll know tomorrow."

I glanced at Wu Manzhu unhappily.

But Wu Manzhu didn't pay attention to my eyes, but continued to shrink back into bed and said: "Don't stay so close to me. If you want to sleep in that corner, if you come so close to me again, I will assume that you have thoughts about me."

Hearing this, I rolled my eyes.

Finally, I lay down a few meters away from Wu Manzhu with full of doubts.

After a few hours, it was broad daylight outside.

This village at the foot of Changbai Mountain is not big. In one night, the news of Aunt Miao's son's death spread throughout the village.

The mourning hall of Aunt Miao's son is in the courtyard of Aunt Miao's house. On this day, many people from the village came to Aunt Miao's house to express their condolences.

Wu Manzhu recovered quickly. The injury she suffered from yesterday's catwalk was almost recovered after just one night's sleep. So today, she helped Aunt Miao with me.

Just like Aunt Miao told me last time, her son was very popular in the village, and many young people came to express their condolences.

The entire morning, nothing major happened.

And while eating at noon, a young man suddenly found Aunt Miao.

This young man also came to express his condolences in the morning and was a friend of Aunt Miao's son.

Just listen to him say: "Aunt Miao, look who's coming!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the door of the compound.

Wu Manzhu and I put down the bowls and chopsticks at the same time and looked over.

This is a slightly stout middle-aged man, and beside the middle-aged man, he is holding a little boy.

Just when I was surprised, Aunt Miao had already rushed over excitedly.

"Tiezhu! Why are you back?"

Aunt Miao hugged the man directly.

I was taken aback.

Iron pillar?

Is this man Aunt Miao’s husband?
He actually came back?He killed his own son, so he still had the nerve to come to his son's mourning hall?
However, at this moment, I suddenly focused on the little boy held by this middle-aged man.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old, and his complexion was a sickly sallow complexion.

It was at this moment that I suddenly saw something from this little boy.

In an instant, my hands and feet were cold.

I looked at Wu Manzhu beside me and remembered what she said last night.

It wasn't Aunt Miao's husband who borrowed Aunt Miao's son's life, it really wasn't him...

It was the little boy he was holding who borrowed Aunt Miao's son's life!
Or,

It was his son who borrowed the life of his other son!
(End of this chapter)