After returning to the city, the real daughter of Xuanxue just wants to start a career

Chapter 2 Flying over the grave, failure

In Qi Ruohan's memory, this elementary school classmate had always been kind to her.

He Yue breathed a sigh of relief, dragged the two fainted people into the house, tied them tightly with thick hemp rope, and stuffed them with smelly socks.

The previous actions consumed all the rice porridge in two mouthfuls.

He Yue found some vegetarian dishes to cook and filled his stomach before he had the time to look through the memories of the original owner.

The adoptive father did not lie. Qi Ruohan really picked it up by the stream.

Later, He Yue sorted out the information that had been forgotten by the original owner but hidden in his memory.

When she was more than one year old, her family took her out, and she was picked up by a trafficker in a busy square.

After calling the police, the trafficker threw the "evidence", which was her, into the upper stream of the stream during his escape.

He Yue could sense the resentment and unwillingness the original owner had suppressed in her heart. She had lived a very miserable life in the past seventeen years.

After calming down, He Yue murmured: "Don't worry, since I borrowed your body, I will take you home."

We need to find our biological parents.

You have to go to the university you should go to!
  Of course, the most important thing is that you have to go back.

……

In the middle of the night, at the foot of the whimpering mountain, there are many dark shadows.

The night is slightly dark, and the flowers on the roadside are even more beautiful.

A thin figure slowly walked to the grave.

The pale moonlight illuminated Heyue's face.

An hour ago, she went to see Wu Jun, the only neighbor she could trust.

"I want to leave the village." He Yue simply said clearly.

"Now? It's too late. You're a girl, you're in danger." Wu Jun lay on the wall shared by both sides, full of worry.

"Brother Wu Jun, thank you for these years. Look at this today, can I still leave tomorrow?"

Wu Jun thought of the two people tied up in the house, and there would definitely be a storm tomorrow.

"Ruohan, wait for me. Don't leave, wait for me, I, I'll be out right away."

So he hurriedly turned around and entered the house, then returned after a while.

"Take this money." Wu Jun searched his pockets and collected more than 300 yuan.

He Yue looked at the rough palms under the moonlight, "Okay."

Using his spiritual power, he wrote a talisman behind him.

"Brother Wu Jun, this is for you. The peace charm I asked for, you can take it with you."

……

He Yue looked at the tombstone in front of him, bent down, and bowed.

"Mom, thank you for taking care of me all these years. You are a good person, but they have destroyed all your virtues. In the reincarnation of heaven, they will be punished soon."

After He Yue finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, plucked a gardenia bud from the sky, and inserted it on the grave.

"I promise you to take care of your brother. After three years, if the gardenia flowers bloom, I will allow him to have food and clothing for the rest of his life."

If it's not open, you can't do anything even if you climb up from the underworld to find me.

After He Yue finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, put his hands behind his back, and exerted force on his feet. Then, he stood on tiptoes, nothing more.

Heyue frowned, she had been here several times in the human world. Under normal circumstances, she should have taken off directly at this point.

Tried again, still no response.

He Yue looked around, said sorry in his heart, stood at Qi's mother's grave, and jumped up.

Then, my foot twisted.

Heyue leaned against the grave, rubbing his ankles, and finally began to look at his body.

As before, there is no problem with the divine power flowing like the Yangtze River in flood season.

But when it comes to use, it is locked by a gate, a tiny gate, as small as a blood vessel.

Heyue tried to attack this gate, which brought about severe pain in his head that he had not experienced in tens of thousands of years.

"Forget it, if you try any harder, you'll become mentally retarded." Indeed, this body cannot withstand such vast divine power.

Heyue shuddered at the thought that if she failed, the title of "brainless fairy" would be spread in heaven.

"Let's take it one step at a time. There should be a solution. Now at least I can light a fire and draw a talisman."

In the night, a thin figure walked out of the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow...    *
  Two days later.

Wu Jun looked at the Qi family reduced to ashes, and his hand holding the peace talisman became tighter and tighter. He felt chills all over his body and had lingering fears in his heart.

The Qi family father and son have been taken care of by Auntie and Ruohan for many years, and they have long developed a lazy and industrious character.

It's ridiculous that even cooking can set the house on fire, and even bring disaster to his family.

How abominable!

Fortunately, the Wu family, separated by a wall, was safe and sound.

The burnt Qi Wenrong was lying on the ground with his limbs twisted.

Qi Hao was crying and shouting at the side, his voice cutting through the quiet fog.

"Qi Ruohan, you are a dead mother-in-law. If it weren't for you, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened to my father and I. If I had known that I would have gotten you pregnant, you would never have been able to run away!!"

He glanced at Qi Hao, who had snot and tears streaming down his face.

Wu Jun, who had always been kind to others and good-tempered, also had disgust in his eyes.

……

Three days later, an uninvited guest arrived in the bustling third-tier city Urata.

There was a simple white paper placed in front of He Yue on the overpass.

It says "Looking at fortune-telling, good at feng shui" and signed "He Half Fairy".

"A half-immortal is a half-immortal, and a fairy?"

"That's right. After seeing fortune tellers all my life, this old lady can actually see a fairy telling fortunes."

"Look at her slovenly appearance. She is so young and has barely seen anyone. How can she still tell fortunes?"

"I think it would be more realistic to write about someone who is lost with his family and in urgent need of travel expenses."

"But let's not talk about it. These words are really beautifully written. They are much better than those crooked beggars who tell fortunes."

Heyue was having a hard time at this time.

No one in heaven has ever been bound by money. I don't know how many years I haven't been exposed to the smell of copper. Three hundred yuan was spent yesterday.

It is impossible to beg and cheat secretly. You can only make money by using your own strengths.

"Little girl, why don't you help me take a look?" A drunk man came to He Yue carrying a low-quality beer bottle.

"Come, come, take a good look at my hands."

The man stretched out his hand, and the drink was mixed with oil.

Heyue raised her hand slightly, and if the drunkard exceeded the rules, she would catch him on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the drunk man suddenly sat down, thrust his bearded face in front of He Yue, and burped. A strong smell of alcohol hit his nostrils.

"You don't have to look at your hands, you can look at your face. Do you want me to touch them?"

The crowd burst into laughter and waited to eat.

It stinks!

He Yue looked at the drunk man in front of him, but did not take action immediately.

Because she looked at his face and knew that he was not some wretched man who loved playing hooligans.

The drunk man sat on the ground with his legs bent, his eyes were red, and his wrinkled face was stained with water, and it wasn't just the wine.

His hands were covered with calluses, and his palms were rough and broad. His hands, which were usually steady when moving several layers of bricks and lifting heavy objects, were shaking at the moment.

He Yue lowered her head, her voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the ears of everyone present:

"Sir, your face is square and well-proportioned. You are not destined to be rich and powerful, but you still have enough food and clothing. But the line of descent on your hand is long, so you only had a son when you were thirty-nine years old."

As Heyue spoke eloquently, the drunkard's originally low head gradually lifted up.

"But on your palm, the initial arc of the character '子' is too low and becomes the character '孑', so this child is doomed to be lonely and have a difficult life. He will lose his mother first and then his life. Calculating it, he should be in poor health."

When the drunk man heard this, tears rolled down his eyes.

"This girl is really accurate."

"Could he be really capable?"

"Look at her, she's so young, she won't be put off by looking for her, right?"

"It doesn't look like it. Lao Zheng is also a miserable person. Everyone lives on the same street. He is willing to use his own misery as a drag?"

The crowd was buzzing.

(End of this chapter)