Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 38 Death of Master Guo

Jiang Fuyuan remembered that Master Guo had always been in good health. How could he be sick just because he was sick...

She couldn't help but ask: "What disease is it? Is it serious?"

Ke Mingsong couldn't help but knot his little brows when he thought of his wife's illness yesterday.

"Yesterday we were giving lectures, and the master suddenly fell straight up and fell down, with smoke still coming from his body."

At that time, many students were frightened and cried, and the scene was very chaotic.

Jiang Fuyuan:......

[Why doesn’t it sound like a normal illness? 】

"Has the doctor come to see you?"

Dazai shook his head: "Later, the master woke up on his own and said he was just too tired. He asked us to go home and he wanted to rest for a few days."

It's even more strange that he didn't call a doctor even though he was smoking.

Jiang Fuyuan thought for a moment. It was related to Dazai's studies. She decided to go to Qingshui Private School today.

After lunch, Jiang Fuyuan took out the basket and counted twenty green-shell eggs as gifts for visiting patients.

Nowadays, the family's income mainly depends on selling talismans and seals, and eggs have become a supplement. She is not so picky about these eggs. Only a small part will be brought to the market for sale, and most of them are made into various fancy designs by Xiaopang. Egg products, add vegetables to the pups.

It felt like the eggs were too thin, so before going out, she picked up a handful of fresh and juicy cabbage from the vegetable patch.

The main focus is purely natural and free of charge.

When visiting the Master, Dazai did not use the Shukuchi Talisman. Instead, the family took a mule cart to Qingshui Town.

When they arrived at Qingshui Private School, Jiang Fuyuan found that the old mulberry tree at the door was in a very wrong state.

The trunk of the tree is black, the crown is only half its original size, the thick layer of fallen mulberry leaves on the ground has turned yellow and curled up, and the whole tree is filled with a dead air.

Ke Mingsong opened his mouth and murmured: "It wasn't like this yesterday..."

He clearly remembered that this tree was still full of leaves when school was over yesterday. How could it look like this in just one night?

Jiang Fuyuan frowned, there was no ghost energy on the mulberry tree, and the ghosts in Yu Qingchi were not here.

"Let's go see the Master first."

She hugged the two cubs and quietly stuffed the two enhanced safety charms into their back collars.

Master Guo's bedroom was in the backyard of the private school. Jiang Fuyuan knocked on the door for a long time before hearing a weak and almost inaudible response from inside.

"……Come in……"

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still startled when she saw the figure on the bed.

The human figure on the bed stood upright, looking like a skeleton wrapped in thin human skin at first glance. The single-layered autumn quilt on his body, which was not too heavy, seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, weighing him down and suffocating him.

He tried hard to turn half of his face, and looked at the door half-open with his two dark eyes, as terrifying as it could suck people's souls.

Jiang Fuyuan immediately covered the eyes of the two Zaizai.

"Big baby and second baby, you guys wait outside the door while I say a few words to my husband."

When the two Zaizai nodded obediently, Jiang Fuyuan motioned to Xiaopang to accompany them, walked into the room alone, turned around and closed the door.

The door blocked out the sunlight, making the room even darker.

Master Guo said angrily: "Mrs. Gua... I... knew you would come..."

Jiang Fuyuan walked one meter in front of the bed and stopped.

"Presumably Daozhang Zhao also... suffered the same retribution as me... was it you who did it?"

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head.

"It was Fu Yuan...the Immortal Lord who punished Taoist Zhao?"

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and said, "He is dead."

It was none of her business that Zhao Fist was punished by God. She would not bear the blame.

When he heard that Zhao Quansheng was dead, Master Guo's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes bulged as if they were about to fall out of the sunken eye sockets.

"Dead... dead?"

"Yes, he was struck to death by lightning."

Master Guo was like a deflated rubber ball in an instant. He let out a sigh and murmured: "God struck... lightning struck... Then I... am also going to be faster..."

[Not everyone is qualified to be struck by lightning. 】

Jiang Fuyuan looked at the person lingering on the bed with a deathly aura, but did not say these words.

From the first moment she saw Master Guo, she noticed that his original appearance of good fortune, wealth and longevity had completely disappeared. His life palace was so small and cramped that it was already a dead end.A person's appearance will not change easily unless he does something that goes against Tiangang's human ethics.

There was dead silence in the room, and Master Guo, who couldn't wait for a response, laughed miserably.

"I... just don't want to be reconciled... Why can other people reunite with their families... Why should I be alone..."

"I also want to have children around my knees... I also want Qin Se and Ming... and my father and mother... I haven't had time to fulfill my filial piety..."

"I just want them... to stay with me... What's wrong with me..."

As he spoke, he started to cry, and the turbid tears slid down the vertical wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and were quickly sucked away by the gray-black pillow.

[Why did you go there earlier? After the war is over, you think of joining the army. When someone dies, you think of being with him. 】

[Besides, for your own selfish reasons, forcing ghosts to come back from the underworld to accompany you and prevent them from being reincarnated is not a family reunion. 】

Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment and asked, "So you did something to the mulberry tree?"

Probably realizing that he could not escape his certain death, Master Guo stopped struggling.

"...They said that as long as I give half of my destiny...to the mulberry tree...the ghost who is bound to me will be summoned..."

Capturing the key words, Jiang Fuyuan asked: "Who are they?"

The person on the bed didn't seem to hear her words and just continued talking to himself.

"But there is no... dad... aunt... Huan'er, none of them came... only brother Qingchi..."

"Brother Qingchi...yes, and brother Qingchi..."

With his withered and blackened hand, he struggled to point to the white porcelain bottle on the table, and there was a trace of confusion in Guo Fuzi's stagnant eyes.

"Brother Qingchi...come...come..."

The movement of reaching out was like a gust of wind blowing out the last candle of his life.

pat.

Hands hang down feebly.

Master Guo completely lost his breath.

Jiang Fuyuan stared at the human skin skeleton on the bed and waited for a while but did not see Guo Fuzi's soul appear.

Like Zhao Fist, is his soul gone?

Or maybe they have long since lost their souls.

Jiang Fuyuan couldn't figure it out for a moment, so she simply stopped thinking about it. She walked to the table and picked up the white porcelain bottle that Master Guo pointed at last.

A very ordinary porcelain vase with a slender neck and average workmanship. An inconspicuous white lotus is painted on the belly of the vase.

[I always feel like I have seen this white lotus somewhere...]

Feeling cold in his tentacles, Jiang Fuyuan immediately determined that this was a soul bottle, specially used to host the souls of ghosts and monsters.

I uncorked the bottle and poured it over, but nothing came out of the bottle.

Yu Qingchi and the other ghosts are not in the soul bottle.

[When the Soul Caller dies, they go back to the underworld? 】

Before she could verify this idea, "Boom--" there was a loud bang outside the door.

Jiang Fuyuan put away the soul bottle and pushed out the door, only to see Xiaopang standing in front of the cubs, with his hands spread out, like a hen protecting her cubs.

The old mulberry tree in front of the private school fell down.

It shares the fate of Guo Fuzi. If Guo Fuzi dies, it will naturally not be able to live alone.

The sound of a falling tree attracted the people of Qingshui Town. People discovered that Mr. Guo was dead and hurriedly reported it to the official.

Finally, after Wu Zuo announced that Master Guo died suddenly due to a sudden illness, in order to prevent the spread of an unknown infectious disease, Qingshui Private School was burned to the ground that day.

The crowd gathered around the private school to see the blazing fire and lamented Master Guo's misfortune.

Jiang Fuyuan was the only one who didn't say a word. She carried her children into the mule cart and headed for Kejia Village.

The direction determines the road, and the road determines the destiny.

The ending chosen by Guo Fuzi can only be borne by himself. As a bystander, Jiang Fuyuan had no idea of ​​intervening.

She had more important things to think about right now.

[Hey, where is the eldest son going to study now? 】

(End of this chapter)