Mind-reading girl is a little cute

Chapter 53 The Yin-Yang Road (2)

"Bah, bah bah, old lady, don't you want me to go down with you!" Qigong slapped the fourth wife hard when he heard this, good and bad spirits, let's go.

The fourth wife's empty and lifeless eyes once again fixed on Qigong and Dongfang Mingzhu for a few seconds, and stretched out her hand to push Awang, and it turned into a puff of smoke and dispersed.

Awang staggered, and threw his whole body towards Qigong and the Oriental Pearl Tower. His head just hit a big rock, and he felt a piercing pain at once, and he suddenly woke up.

"Hey, where is this? Why am I here?" Awang held his head, a series of questions, apparently unclear.

"Oh, it's like this..." Oriental Pearl crackled and crackled and told him the whole thing.

"No wonder!" Awang broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that in the middle of the night, the weather was hot, and Ngawang was lying on the bed sleeping. In a daze, he heard someone calling his name outside. He thought it was his mother, Aunt Dequan, calling him something, so he agreed casually.

Unexpectedly, the person calling his name turned out to be the fourth wife who was crushed to death by a wall of his own house some time ago, so he followed her here in a daze.

Thinking of how he walked around the gate of hell just now, Ngawang felt lingering fear, looked at Qigong and Oriental Pearl with sincerity, and almost wanted to kneel down to thank him.

"Awang, please don't thank me, things are not over yet!" Qigong remembered the gloomy tone when the fourth wife left just now, and he didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

"Qi Gong, didn't you say that it's enough to go back and ask Si Gong and Uncle A Xing to go to Si Po's grave tomorrow and recite the Great Resting Mantra for her for a day and a night?"

"However, it is not easy to convince the fourth brother who has never believed in ghosts and gods."

"Brother Awang, get up!" Dongfang Mingzhu stretched out her hand to Awang, grabbed his palm, took the opportunity to read his still very dangerous information with her mind, and said hurriedly, "Then hurry up, if it wasn't for Awang Wang still couldn't escape this disaster."

"Let's hurry back and find Sigong and Ah Xing!" Sigong nodded, changing Awang's fate, although it is against the destiny, but we must try to do it, because Awang has never done anything bad, so He cannot die in vain.

At this time, the white belly was exposed in the east, and the sky was getting brighter. The three of them speeded up and walked back to the village.

However, when the three of them went to the home of Sigong at the head of the village, Ah Xing's wife Cuihua told them that Sigong and Ah Xing had gone to the winter melon field early in the morning, taking advantage of the market on the eighth day of the lunar calendar. One day, I want to pick some melons and fruits and sell them in the town.

The six eyes of the three of them looked at each other, and without saying a word, they rushed towards the winter melon field outside the village, fearing that they would have to rush to the vegetable market in the town without stopping to find someone, and went back and forth a lot. Time, when the fourth wife blamed her, she didn't know how to make trouble again.

When they arrived, Sigong and Ah Xing were moving the large winter melons that had just been picked one by one into the basket, and Qigong hurriedly explained his purpose.

Sure enough, as Qigong expected, Sigong, who has never believed in ghosts and gods, was furious, saying that the sky is bright and the sky is bright, how could such an outrageous and weird thing happen?
Awang stood up and proved that he almost stepped on the road of no return in the underworld in the early morning, but no matter how clever he said, Sigong not only did not believe him, but also suspected that he was in collusion with Qigong I came to lie to myself, I don't know what the intention is?
Oriental Pearl really couldn't stand it anymore, and roared, "Sigong, even if you don't believe it, you should be merciful and save Awang, right? If it was Uncle Axing who was haunted by ghosts, then you can Indifferent?"

Ah Xing also took the opportunity to persuade: "Yes, Dad, it was my dead mother who said that Ah Wang almost died, so how can we ignore it?"

"How about this, Sigong, estimate how much winter melon you are going to sell today, it all comes into my Awang's count."

Hearing what Awang said, Sigong reluctantly nodded and agreed, Dongfang Mingzhu despised him from the bottom of her heart, if Qigong hadn't agreed to let Sigong and A Xing, two close relatives, personally read for Sipo Rest in peace and forget the curse, then she will definitely invite someone else to go.

(End of this chapter)