Zongling Biography

Chapter 162

Little Shitou is always an aunt wherever he walks, despite his small size, his seniority is not small.

Walking all the way, it is full of juniors who please the priests.

The cutest thing about her is being herself.

She dared to say anything, dared to do anything, the only thing she didn't dare to do was to let Ji Sijiu have an accident.

Qing Yuan's mother just played tricks in the hall of Ji's house!
She half-closed her eyes and her eyelids were trembling all the time, and Old Man Li didn't know how to torment her, so she kept slapping her mouth, the slapping was very loud.

Qingyuan's father hugged the woman's knees, crying and begging, "Father! Don't hit me! Cuizhu can't stand it! Father, I beg you!!!"

Sijiu's head hurt from crying and shouting, Sijiu saw that the beating was almost done, so he cleared his throat, and said slowly: "Stop! Stop beating, old man, if you have something to say, speak up .”

Cuizhu, Qingyuan's mother, pointed at me and said sharply: "You are a good girl, I didn't come here to make trouble for you, I have to punish them both, yet you still want to build a grave?"

Old man Li used her body to speak.

Ji Sijiu smiled secretly, this old man Li was still in a bad temper.

"Old man, ghosts are different, there is no need for you to occupy her body, I can hear what you say, get off her body!"

Old man Li also felt that it was feasible when he heard it. After all, there are grandchildren who need to be taken care of by Cuizhu, and it is really troublesome to make her sick.

Old man Li floated out of her body, and Ji Sijiu saw that the clothes on his body were all patches, not even a decent shroud.

A trace of sympathy flashed in Sijiu's eyes, the conditions of their family may not have been very good back then, otherwise Qingyuan would not have worked so hard.

Cuizhu suddenly slowed down, and fell to the side weakly, and was held by Qingyuan's father with one hand.

Her head was hurting, and her hands kept beating the sides of her head.

Qing Yuan's father asked with concern: "Cui Zhu, how are you?"

Seeing his son's humiliation, old man Li snorted displeasedly.

Cuizhu asked blankly: "What happened to me just now?"

Qing Yuan's father pursed his lower lip and reminded in a low voice: "Our father just possessed you..."

She groaned, "What? Why is the old man here?"

Qingyuan's father tugged at her clothes, signaling her to stop talking.

Cuizhu probably thought he had already left, but was stunned when she saw Qingyuan's father's actions.

She stammered and said, "Still, still?"

Ji Sijiu sighed irritably, and asked, "Old man, what do you think of this matter?"

He was hunched over, doing heavy work for many years, and his back could no longer straighten up.

With his hands behind his back, his eyes drooped, and he said, "I will listen to my grandson!"

Ji Sijiu nodded readily, "Okay! I respect your choice!"

Ji Sijiu stood up, the dumb girl immediately helped her up, and Afu handed over the crutch thoughtfully.

The dumb girl supported her all the way down, she walked in front of Cuizhu and Qingyuan's father, and said condescendingly: "Let's go! Let's go and see what Qingyuan means."

Cui Zhu didn't know why and asked: "He's dead! What's the point of him? I have to take him away today."

Ji Sijiu felt that she was difficult to deal with, and talking to her was a waste of time.

After throwing down a sentence, he walked away, "As long as Qingyuan is willing, I will not force you to stay."

Old man Li floated out with her, she limped along the mountain road, the mountain road was covered with snow, it was very slippery, the dumb girl and the others were very careful not to let her fall down.

(End of this chapter)