I become a god in another world

Chapter 150

Gou Laosi recalled the past and revealed his true feelings.

Leng Hehu howled, frightening Zhang Chuanshi, who was already tense, and almost fell off the carriage.

He immediately cursed.

Zhao Fusheng's heart also followed Gou Lao Si's cry of sorrow. She repeatedly told Gou Lao Si not to show any clues, but it is difficult to control one's emotions, especially when she mentioned to Zhuang Lao Qi when she was young, she was so emotional. Gou Laosi was frightened when he first learned that Zhuang Laoqi was dead. As he recalled it, grief suddenly swept through his heart.

People have joys and sorrows, and when their emotions reach their extremes, they cannot control them.

"Ugh."

She sighed silently and had already tightened her grip on the half-crippled ghost arm. She was mentally prepared that once Zhuang Laoqi regained consciousness, he would immediately kick him out of the carriage and possibly face a fierce battle.

Everyone on the carriage was in danger, and a few people dared not breathe.

Even Gou Laosi felt a little regretful after howling, with tears hanging in the corners of his eyes.

But to everyone's surprise, Zhuang Laoqi did not revive.

I don't know if it was because of his decreased awareness of human emotions after his death, or because of other reasons, but he sat quietly for a long time without moving.

Zhuang Laoqi's moment of silence seemed particularly long.

But as he remained silent, the big hole in his back seemed to have been repaired by some mysterious power.

The flow of water on his back was instantly blocked by someone, and the black water flowing down his spine like a small stream suddenly became half smaller, replaced by a slow "tick-tick" sound.

"My memory is better."

After a long time, Zhuang Laoqi broke the silence and said something.

There was an indescribable sense of relief in his tone. Although everyone couldn't see his face, they could feel that his mood was not as bad as before. The coldness and resentment lingering around him Most of the love was gone in an instant.

"Yeah, we were eight years old that year. My cousin—how old was my cousin? Ten? Eleven? I can't remember—"

He shook his head, as if he was in distress again.

"Zhuang Laoqi, what happened when your cousin married your daughter when you were eight years old?" Zhao Fusheng saw that Zhuang Laoqi was about to lose control again, so he couldn't help but raise his voice and called him.

"Oh oh oh, my cousin will marry my daughter, my cousin will marry my daughter——"

Zhuang Laoqi was drunk by Zhao Fusheng and quickly came back to his senses. This time he thought for a while and was not interrupted again. Instead, he talked about the past more than ten years ago:

"My cousin's daughter married into a wealthy family in Fengmen Village. His family's ancestors were in the business and had helped people from Huanggang Village carry goods many times. The family's wealth is very rich. It is said that in addition to paying taxes every year, they can also Save some money."

"Huanggang Village?"

When Wu Shaochun heard this, he exclaimed.

Zhao Fusheng, Fan and Wu looked at each other with a strange look in their eyes.

Before today's cousins ​​Zhuang and Gou made trouble, a few people from Zhenmo Division were chatting in the government office. They happened to talk about Wu Shaochun's past. He mentioned that he once ran goods for Huanggang Village.

Unexpectedly, both parties were destined to have connections with this village.

However, Wu Shaochun said that the smuggling of goods in Huanggang Village was not a formal way, but a side project, which may involve some disgraceful processes.

She calmed down and heard Zhuang Laoqi say:

"At that time, it was only two taels of silver as a betrothal gift."

You must know that at this time, most people's families are poor, and if they can get some decent gifts as dowry gifts, and add a few hundred dollars, they are already very affordable.

Zhao Fusheng was also stunned for a moment.

"It's a really big sum of money, sir." Zhuang Laoqi said.

"I know!" Zhao Fusheng nodded seriously:

"My parents only sold me for five copper coins that day."

"..."

Fan Wujiu was hit in the head.

He was originally scared and panicked about this trip to Kuai Liang Village, and he felt very uneasy about being in the same carriage with Zhuang Laoqi.

Listening to their chatting, I was on tenterhooks, but I didn't expect that the topic would suddenly fall on me.

When it came to the matter of buying and selling Zhao Fusheng that day, he didn't dare to speak at all. He shrank his shoulders twice and tried to reduce his presence as much as possible, his eyes flickering with an embarrassed look on his face.

Gou Laosi's eyes were filled with tears. He didn't know whether he should be scared or embarrassed. He always felt that after Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Fan Wujiu, who was sitting next to him, had something wrong with his expression.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't think so much. He seemed to no longer pay attention to the twists and turns between human beings, but was immersed in memories:

"My cousin's aunt was very happy after receiving such a large sum of money. The wedding gifts for her sons were settled, and she felt very bright, so she invited nearby folks to have a wedding banquet."

She spent hundreds of money to buy pigs and vegetables, and the business was very lively, with dozens of tables of running water banquets set up.

"What does this have to do with Madam Zhuang Si's family?"

Zhao Fusheng pretended not to see Fan Wujiu's expression. When he heard this, he asked Zhuang Laoqi.

"My uncle is going too."

He said:

"It was a very lively day. My aunt was combing my little cousin's hair early in the morning. She also urged other cousins ​​to pack their things and asked them to dress up and not embarrass the family."

The two families lived next to each other, and Zhuang Laoqi heard everything going on next door.

The eldest aunt scolded the fourth daughter to quickly get pants and shoes for her younger brother. The younger cousin seemed to have fallen down and was crying. The eldest aunt angrily scolded her daughter to quickly pick up her younger sister.

Everyone had packed up, it was already not very early, and the sound of suona from the team welcoming the bride could be heard in the distance.

People in Zhuangjia Village were in a panic and wanted to go out. The eldest aunt held her son and greeted her daughter. The eldest uncle put his hands behind his back. The two families met at the door.

At this moment, Mrs. Zhuang, who had been busy doing things for her family and taking care of her younger brother and sister, hurriedly ran out of the house:

"I'm coming."

While she was tying her hair in braids, she was dancing with one shoe on.

Everyone in the family has tidied up, but she has not done so neatly.

The physical body is dead, Zhuang Laoqi's memory has long been in chaos, but for some reason, when he recalls that incident many years ago, the image of Mrs. Zhuang Si at that time clearly emerges in his mind.

She was wearing clothes worn by the two older sisters above. The clothes originally belonged to her eldest aunt, and were repeatedly altered and passed down to her daughters.

When it arrived in the hands of Madam Zhuang Si, it was already several hands of old clothes and they were in tatters.

Compared with her two sisters when they received the clothes, she was younger and thinner. The clothes were surprisingly big on her body, empty and full of patches. With her head full of uncombed hair, it looked like He looks like a child begging for food.

At that time, Zhuang Laoqi's uncle frowned and asked with a surprised look on his face:

"Are you going too?"

His unintentional words immediately caused the young Lady Zhuang to freeze on the spot.

She was wearing gray, patched clothes, and her hands were still braided.

Compared to the other siblings, she looked very inconspicuous, even with her shoulders buckled in and a little timid. Her father's eyes were like a bone-picking knife, cutting off her self-esteem piece by piece.

The aunt looked at her daughter impatiently, feeling a little embarrassed by her:

"Sister, please don't go."

She turned around and looked around, and saw Zhuang Laoqi's family not far away.

The sister-in-law held the hand of the young Zhuang Laoqi. He was the youngest son loved by his parents. Naturally, he would not be left behind when he went out to have a tooth ceremony like this today.

There are several sisters above Zhuang Laoqi. In addition to the two married sisters, there are two other daughters who stay at home, and they only have one daughter and two sons. In comparison, almost the entire uncle's family went out, so there were more people.

The eldest aunt silently counted the number of people in her mind and felt a little embarrassed. She glared at her daughter again, thinking she was a little ignorant:

"Stay here. Someone will take care of the two chickens at home."

The brightness in Mrs. Zhuang Si's eyes quickly dimmed, and her lips lost color almost instantly.

In Zhuang Laoqi's memories, it seems that all colors disappear with the passage of time.

The only images that remained in his memory were black, white, and gray. The pitiful appearance of his cousin at that time seemed to appear a bit eerie and terrifying in these colors.

However, the crystal tears in the eyes of the young lady Zhuang stood out against such a gloomy background. They eventually turned into tears of blood, and then gradually turned black, swallowing up the entire memory scene.

"I-I want to go-"

Faced with my mother's words, the fourth lady Zhuang responded timidly.

"You kid——"

The eldest aunt raised her hand impatiently and wanted to give her a big mouth.

Madam Zhuang Si tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders, trying to hide but not daring to hide. The uncle looked at the mother and daughter impatiently and said:

"Forget it, I'll give you a boiled egg, but you won't go."

Boiled eggs are a good thing. Not only are the daughters not worthy of eating them, but even the uncles are reluctant to eat them. They have to save them and send them to the town to sell them at the market.

"I do not want."

The fourth lady Zhuang loosened her braids and cried:

"Dad, I want to go too."

"you--"

The uncle wanted to hit someone, but Mrs. Zhuang Si turned her eyes to Zhuang Laoqi and his family as if asking for help.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't know why, but felt pity for his cousin, so he shook his father's hand. Seeing this, his father quickly helped and said:

"Brother, sister-in-law, forget it, why are you beating this child? Siniang is usually a well-behaved and obedient child, so she just left. How much can a child eat?"

"You're really ignorant." The aunt said with disgust:

"If others want to go, she will go too."

"Go, go, it's really a Sangmen star, I'll eat you to death!"

My uncle also scolded me.

The family went out cursing each other, and Mrs. Zhuang's excitement for going out as a family turned into grievance, and she was in a very depressed mood along the way.

"You were the one who said I wanted to go, but I took you there and then acted like this dejected person." The aunt cursed.

The Fourth Lady Zhuang carried her brother on her back and did not dare to reply, but tears filled her eyelashes.

The two families arrived at Zhuang Lao's seventh aunt's house. When everyone saw that so many people had come, they had expressions of disdain on their faces.

The banquet table was quite sumptuous, and there was meat on the table that was rarely seen in the village.

Everyone usually doesn't have much food in their stomachs, but now their mouths are full of food. Only the uncle's family is full of anger.

The eldest aunt complained about her daughter to everyone at the banquet table. Mrs. Zhuang's eyes were dull. She was initially excited about going out, but later she became silent.

She was holding a bowl to feed her brother. She couldn't swallow the food on the table and barely moved her chopsticks.

Before the family left, someone pointed at them and laughed at the uncle's family: They are so poor that they have come to beat the autumn wind.

The uncle couldn't help it, so he went back and scolded his wife for not being able to teach children, and the couple had a fight.

The eldest aunt was furious and resented that her daughter had been embarrassed. It was her clamoring to accompany her that made people laugh at their family for being so greedy.

That time, Mrs. Zhuang was severely punished.

After learning this lesson, she became more docile and restrained. From then on, she became famous and became a virtuous woman in the surrounding villages. Everyone wanted to marry her, and finally she was married back by Kuai Wu from Kuai Liang Village.

……

Zhao Fusheng was thoughtful.

This was a microcosm of an insignificant childhood period in Madam Zhuang Si's short life, but through Zhuang Lao Qi's few words, she seemed to be able to imagine what this resurgent ghost who had caused unrest in Kuai Liang Village was like when he was alive.

She suddenly wanted to sigh.

"Alas -" Zhao Fusheng didn't just want to sigh, Zhao Fusheng actually sighed.

"What's wrong, sir?"

Wu Shaochun heard her sigh and asked quickly.

"I just feel sorry for her." Zhao Fusheng said calmly.

Her words were filled with compassion.

Fan Wujiu was stunned for a moment. Zhao Fusheng's compassion was very pure, without any utilitarianism or superior sympathy. She seemed to sincerely lament the death of such a woman and felt pity for the Fourth Lady Zhuang.

"Sir, she is a ghost." He reminded without leaving any trace.

"I know it very well." Zhao Fusheng said:

"I feel very sorry for her, but this does not affect my intention to subdue her or break her down."

The content of her words at this moment was actually very fragmented, mixed with compassion and cruelty.

Fan Wujiu was at a loss for words for a moment. It was difficult for him to understand Zhao Fusheng's emotions, but it did not prevent him from being impacted by some kind of power in his heart.

"Actually, I didn't believe in karma or reincarnation at all." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"I think it was just a way to comfort myself. But what happened in Kotou Village and Kuailiang Village gave me a different feeling."

"What are your thoughts, sir?" She mentioned Kotou Village, and Wu Shaochun couldn't hide his curiosity.

To this day, the incident in Kotou Village still hurts his heart. He almost died in this case, and also lost his mother in this ghost case.

Villagers who were once familiar also died in large numbers, and only a few survived.

"Shaochun, do you hate the stand-ins in Kotou Village?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"Of course!"

Wu Shaochun replied without hesitation.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was driving the car, was still cursing. When he heard these words, he also remembered what he had experienced in Kotou Village, and he also gritted his teeth and cursed:

"I hate it too."

"After the case is completed, you come to the Demon Suppression Department. Brother Fan and the others should have told you the whole story of the Kotou Village case and the origin of the ghost." Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Shaochun.

He nodded without hesitation:

"Yes."

Although Wu Shaochun has experienced the ghost case in Kotou Village, he is a pure newcomer, and this ghost case started out of nowhere for him, but ended like waking up from a nightmare. He only had a rough understanding of the whole story. , he only understood it clearly when Er Fan told him after arriving at the Demon Suppression Division.