Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-seventh bowl of soup (5)

Seventy-seventh bowl of soup (5)

In the past few days living in Lian's house, Qing Huan has been observing the ghost on Grandpa Lian. The other party didn't seem to have any intention of harming Grandpa Lian—or rather, he wanted to harm him but couldn't, so he was unwilling and even more unwilling to leave.

And it is also full of hatred for the rest of Lian's family. If nothing else, Qing Huan has seen the wicked look in the eyes of the kid several times when he sees Lian. All this is due to this terrain. If the house hadn't been built here, if not even the family members lived here, their family would have been killed by the little ghost long ago.

But it is really difficult to find out what happened back then. It's all about Chen Zhi's rotten millet. What's more, that kind of dishonorable thing, even grandpa wanted to completely cover up when he was young. The less the better, it is simply impossible to find out the truth.

Under desperation, Qing Huan can only try to communicate with this ghost to see if everyone can find a peaceful solution to the problem. In this case, both the living and the dead will be happy.

But as soon as she took a step closer, the kid bared his fangs at her in protest, looking at her fiercely, as if he wanted to eat her but was afraid of the thunder mark in her palm. Qing Huan sighed and lit a soul-inducing incense in the room: "Look at this, let's have a negotiation, either you obediently go and reincarnate yourself, or I will take you in - you won't like the result. "Most of the ghosts collected by Tianshi are serious ghosts. They will be suppressed for ninety-nine-eighty-one years, and they will not be able to reincarnate until the resentment in their hearts dissipates. But the eighty-one years of repression have not been easy, and many ghosts would rather be devastated than suffer this kind of suffering.

In Qing Huan's heart, including what she saw in her eyes, this little devil is very sinister. Whether it's sitting on Grandpa Lian's lap for decades, or supporting an old man's eyelids day and night to keep him from sleeping, it can be said to be a deep hatred. Even if Grandpa himself is not a good person, this ghost will not be a good ghost after death.

So she was fully prepared, staring at the kid to prevent him from making the next move, and the celadon vial in her hand was ready, just waiting for the communication failure between the two sides to start chasing the ghost.

But then, when the kid made a sound, Qing Huan was stunned.

His voice was intermittent, hoarse and slow, with a ghostly air, and a daze that made Qing Huan unable to speak.

Lian and his parents have been waiting outside because Qing Huan won't let them in. But more than two hours have passed since Qing Huan went in alone, why hasn't anyone come out yet? Even after a glance with my parents, I could hear voices in the beginning, but then it was completely quiet, and I don't know what happened.

If something happens to Qing Huan because of her request, she will never forgive herself. He reached out to hold the doorknob, and just as he was about to turn it, someone opened it from the inside. Qing Huan appeared in front of him with a faint light in his eyes. She looked a little different from the charming and charming girl she had just met. She wore a Taoist robe to exorcise ghosts, and she was indeed worthy of the word celestial master.

At this moment, Qinghuan's expression was very solemn, she looked back at the room, and said to the little ghost on Grandpa Lian's knee: "I will do what I say, I will help you pick up bones and bury them, but you have to keep your word. , or you know what I'm capable of."

Then she closed the door and looked at the Lian family with pity and sorrow in her eyes. Lian's father asked, "How is it, can my father be cured?"

Qing Huan said: "These issues are not important anymore, I need you to go to a place with me."

Lian's family doesn't know why, so Qing Huan added: "If you want to save Grandpa Lian, there is only one way. I don't want the ghost in it to fly away. The living people should accommodate the dead. After all, this is what your family owes him. ."

She's a soft-hearted girl, as you can tell at a glance. But now the soft-hearted girl showed disgust when she mentioned a dementia old man who was paralyzed from the lower part of his body.

I can't help but think about what my grandfather did to make people like Qing Huan so disdain.

He lowered his head and thought for a while. After a long while, he sighed and said, "Mom and Dad, listen to Huan, she won't lie to us."

Actually, Qing Huan has been living at Lian's house for almost a month. During this time, she knows Lian's family well except for Lian's grandfather. Compared with Lian's grandfather, the others can be called a Gene mutated.

She took off her Taoist robe and hugged her in her arms, saying, "Let's go to H city."

h city is a very remote county-level city, and it is also where the ancestral home of Lianjia is located. Today's Lianjia can be said that no one knows everyone, and it is a good sign in H City. However, after the family made a fortune, he moved to the capital, and there was only one very old house left in H city. In such an old house, the door was locked all day long and no one came in or out. Even the grandfather hired someone to guard it, but he would not let anyone in, let alone approach it. Even after his father took over the family business, he has always followed his father's instructions-he always thought that his father would ask for this because he was very nostalgic for his hometown.

As things stand now, there must be something they don't know.

Even grandpa's wife died early, and even his father basically took care of himself when he was a child. She didn't know what happened to the place more than 30 years ago. At that time, he was still studying, and even the family came to him. He is the only scholar in this generation, with good academic performance, and has been loved by teachers since childhood. Grandpa Lian, who was still a foreman at that time, placed great hopes on him, so after the college entrance examination, Lian’s father went to further his studies, and the next thing he got was the news that Lian’s family was soaring.

At that time, the only person with Grandpa Lian was his wife, Lian's grandmother. Unfortunately, the old man was gone a long time ago, so no one knows if anything strange happened at that time.

It's obviously the first time I've come to Lian's old house, but Qing Huan is familiar with it as if she's in the mountains behind her. Lian asked her, "How do you know how to get here? Have you been here before?"

"No." Qing Huan shook his head, "That fool told me."

"Fool?"

"Oh, it's the little devil who is pestering your grandfather." Qing Huan frowned and stopped in front of a large locust tree in the center of the yard, and glanced at the tree that covered the sky and was so hot. The locust tree, whose weather made people feel shady, sighed softly, and when his fingernails plucked lightly on the bark, the big locust tree immediately shook its leaves, and the red blood flowed out from the bark.

The blood was red with black gas and a strong stench.

Taking the pickaxe, shovel and other tools that had been prepared earlier, Qing Huan handed them over to Lian and his father, then pulled Lian's mother aside and said to the father and son, "Let's start digging."

"I'm coming too..."

"Aunt can't. Aunt doesn't have the blood of her family. If you come to dig it, you will anger the kid."

I don't even know what Qing Huan wants to dig by himself, so he is very careful every time, but as he digs deeper and deeper, the branches of the locust tree are shaking more and more, this strange scene makes both father and son Stop what you're doing and look. Qing Huan stood on the side and shouted: "What time is it, can you hurry up, are you planning to have an accident at noon?"

So after digging for more than an hour, the roots of the locust tree were finally dug out. At this time, Qing Huan called to stop and asked the father and son to come up, because there were bursts of black air from the tree pit. One bite has been sick for at least half a year. She chanted a few heart-clearing mantras, spread out her Taoist robe, reached down, and dig a little bit at the root of the tree. After a while, he took out a yellowed human bone.

Found.

Qing Huan breathed a sigh of relief, but was shocked: "This is..."

"You don't know yet." Qing Huan glanced at them, "kneel down and kowtow three times."

While she was talking, she was still taking bones from outside, piecing it together into a complete human form bit by bit, and after kowtowing three times to her father, Qing Huan asked them: "You really want to save Lian Grandpa?"

"Think."

"Then I have one more thing, I don't know if you are willing to do it."

"As long as you can save my father, let alone one thing, I am willing to do thousands of things!"

Qing Huan's mouth twitched slightly: "It's serious, uncle, it's not necessary. But this request may be a bit difficult, you can agree to it according to the situation. We won't be going tonight, you father and son have to be here. Under the tree, guard the spirit for seven days, otherwise the grudge will not let Grandpa Lian go easily."

"What the **** is going on? Who is that ghost? What does it have to do with my grandfather?" He didn't even understand what happened, but Qing Huan didn't say anything.

Because Qinghuan didn't say anything, he asked several times until Qinghuan sighed: "Do you really want to know? Where are your uncles and aunts?"

"Think!"

Qing Huan sighed again. She found that the frequency of her sighs had skyrocketed in recent days. She is different from Master in this point. Master always wants to tell everyone what he knows, but Qing Huan feels that if hiding something can make kind people live happier, what's wrong? Especially this kind of sin that shouldn't be carried by Lianlai at all, the real culprit should be found.

Sometimes it's a blessing to know nothing.

She stretched, "Let's do this first, I'm hungry, eat first, and I'll tell you after I finish eating, what's going on."

Speaking of which, she lit a soul-inducing incense at the Baigutian Lingjiao, and then silently recited a few rebirth scriptures - of course, as always, to no effect.