Above the nine springs, people rob the earth and the spirit

Chapter 200 A family of three

three days ago.

When Zhang Xiaoting saw her mother being pushed out and covered with a white cloth in the hospital, she knew that she had lost her last relative forever.

It would be a lie to say I'm not sad, but it's not that sad.

It's more of a daze.

Her father's funeral had just been held, and the ashes had not yet been collected, mainly because she was too lazy to collect them. She had been with her mother every day these days, and it was rare for her to feel what a warm and peaceful life was like.

After sitting outside the hospital morgue for a while, Zhang Xiaoting contacted the funeral home.

With the experience of burying my father, it will certainly be easier for my mother to handle it.

There was no one else in her family, just a family of three. Zhang Xiaoting originally wanted to bury her mother and father's ashes together, but she hesitated when she got there.

That dog man is garbage, his ashes should be thrown in the trash can.

So, she did.

She even found the box that contained her father's ashes in a random shoe box and threw it in the trash, who knew what was inside.

As for her mother's ashes, she decided to wait until seven days before officially burying her mother's ashes. Today was only the third day after her mother's death, so she took her mother's ashes home in the morning wind.

The room was empty, and Zhang Xiaoting sat there for a long time, not knowing how to describe her mood.

In the past few days, she didn't eat well or rest well, and soon she fell asleep in a daze.

Drowsily, she smelled the aroma of food.

Her stomach growled all of a sudden, so much so that she woke up from her sleep. She sat up from the sofa in a daze, and she was still wondering whose rice the smell was. Was it from her neighbor Aunt Bai's?
There was also the sound of cooking in her ears, which was made when the shovel collided with the pot. It was so clear that it seemed like it was in her kitchen.

Her mind was a little fuzzy, and she glanced at the lighted kitchen. The light in the kitchen was warm yellow. Coupled with the smell of rice and the familiar warmth at this moment, she instinctively got up and walked to the kitchen.

Then she saw her mother.

Mother was still wearing her usual clothes, including a floral skirt. When she heard the noise, she turned her head to look at her, with a loving smile on her face.

"You're back. It's time to bring the rice. Your dad said he wanted to eat stir-fried pork today, so I made a special plate and brought it over quickly. You can also eat some while it's hot."

Zhang Xiaoting's mind couldn't move, so although she felt there was something wrong with this sentence, she didn't know what the problem was.

So she stepped forward and picked up the hot plate of stir-fried pork. Smelling the aroma of rice, she turned around and brought the dish to the dining table.

There was no father at the dinner table.

On the contrary, there was a shoe box on the main seat where my father usually sat.

It's strange, why are the shoe boxes placed here?
Before Zhang Xiaoting could figure out the reason, her mother had already arrived with two more plates of food.

"Don't be stunned. Go and get the bowls and chopsticks. There's also porridge. I've filled it up. You can carry it."

Zhang Xiaoting then went to serve the meal again, and finally watched her mother put her father's portion of rice on his place, and then sat down.

She stared blankly at her father's empty seat.

It's so strange, it feels really strange.

Mother had already started eating and didn't care at all that father's seat was empty. She even tried to please her from time to time by smiling and saying something to the seat, as if father was sitting there.

When Zhang Xiaoting couldn't help but want to ask where her father was, her eyes fell on the cabinet in the living room.

There, there is a portrait of my mother, and there is a white porcelain jar in front of the portrait.

Her mind buzzed, and those pasty feelings were broken, and she woke up completely.

Her mother was already dead, so why would she show up to cook for her?

Zhang Xiaoting turned her head stiffly and looked at her mother's position. She met a pair of vicious eyes.

With a ferocious smile on her face, her mother gave her a chopstick of fried pork.

"Eat, why don't you eat? Xiaoting?"

Only then did Zhang Xiaoting see what was on the plate. It was a ball of red flesh and blood. She didn't know what it was that exuded a fishy and unpleasant smell, and the flesh and blood could even squirm.

She instinctively wanted to scream, but suddenly there was some movement in the shoe box where her father was.

Then she saw a horrifying scene. Countless bright red flesh and blood poured out of the shoe box, and then slowly gathered into a person.

It's her father.

Both looked at her with hateful eyes.

"Eat, do you want to be beaten if you don't eat?" This is what the father said, with unconcealed malice in his eyes.

"Xiaoting, why don't you listen to your father?"

The mother's mouth opened and closed. It was obvious that her face was still the same, but it changed from the calmness of the previous few days and became as ferocious as a ghost.

Maybe it really is.

Zhang Xiaoting wanted to stand up and run away, but she found that she couldn't move.

She felt that her body was cold and heavy, and she couldn't even stand up. Even if she wanted to push the bowl away, she couldn't. She couldn't even move a finger.

Seeing her mother picking up the red meat and about to put it into her mouth, when she was desperate, she heard someone knocking on the door.

"Hello, is anyone home?"

It was the voice of a strange girl.

The parents' vicious gazes suddenly shifted to the door.

But at the same time, Zhang Xiaoting also felt that she could move. Her natural instinct made her crawl towards the door and opened it.

There was a strange girl at the door. She couldn't see clearly in the dark, and her face was very pale, and she didn't look like a normal person.

But Zhang Xiaoting didn't care about anything now. She stepped forward and wanted to pull the girl in front of her and run out together.

But before she could reach out, a blood-red hand had already been placed on her shoulder, and she instantly felt that her body could not move again.

And a huge force was about to pull her into the door.

The girl at the door quickly followed in.

The mother slammed the door, and Zhang Xiaoting was thrown into the room and fell heavily to the ground.

The man who seemed to be resurrected from the dead grabbed the fruit knife on the side and was about to chop it at Zhang Xiaoting.

When Li Xiaoyue came in, she subconsciously picked up a cup next to her and smashed it over.

Zhang Xiaoting's mother rushed forward and blocked the cup.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoting unable to dodge and being slashed on the shoulder by a knife, Li Xiaoyue realized that things were a bit tricky.

She just wanted to see what was going on here, but she could feel something was wrong in the room.

I didn't expect it to look like this, it seemed to be haunted.

Oh, she's a ghost too.

Yes, she almost forgot recently that she is also a fierce ghost.

Li Xiaoyue's breath began to change.