The old lady of the Liu family passed away a few days ago.
Feng Wuli sat next to Wang Xilou, listening to the man tell his mother's story.
The old lady of the Liu family was a very strong woman. Her younger generation would marry her grandfather from the next village, which was directly designated by the older generation, but after all, there was not so much love in that era.
The idea of marrying a husband and raising children is something that scholars only do. In rural areas, daughters-in-law are also part of the labor force. The old lady of the Liu family works hard, goes to the fields to plant rice, and herds cows and pigs more skillfully than some big men.
It's a pity that his grandfather is not a good person, he is an old gambler, and the old lady of the Liu family is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The poor couple has a bad business, so the couple can often be heard quarreling in the village, and the sound is loud, and occasionally they can fight. It has always been A repertoire for young and old in the village.
It wasn't until his grandfather owed loan sharks and was accidentally beaten to death outside that the couple calmed down.
Mrs. Liu carried the household alone and raised her two children who were still young at the time.
People like her are inherently strong, but for a woman to support a family, being strong is not enough.
She has to be as cruel as a tiger, and she has to be so fierce that others don't dare to bully them.
The middle-aged man knew that his mother had suffered a lot in those years and had offended many people. But no matter what, Mrs. Liu was doing it for her family's children and grandchildren and had always been very good to her family. She should not become a woman after her death. Ghosts come to harm your own family!
The middle-aged man was trembling as he spoke, looking a little scared.
Wang Xilou didn't quite understand: "You mean your house is haunted?"
"The call came from my mother's phone number, and the voice was also my mother's. I could answer her questions about the family..."
"Then you should call the police."
The middle-aged man looked troubled: "My eldest son is taking the public examination, and he has something to do with the police at this time. I'm afraid of the impact, so I decided not to call the police yet."
"But why did you come to me here?" She asked with a toothache.
"This mobile phone, didn't you buy this mobile phone from here? I wonder if an expert is here..."
Wang Xilou was very happy. No wonder this guy didn't dare to look at her. He was afraid that he didn't think that he was some kind of powerful goddess. It was a pity that she was just a little zombie.
Where can I find zombies to get rid of ghosts?
"You should go to a Taoist temple to find a high-level master, or find some master in a temple."
"is that useful?"
He asked very seriously, asking for advice humbly, and seemed to be convinced by the owner of the incense and candle shop.
"You are a feudal superstition. This is an incense and candle shop. Your family is probably being messed with. You should call the police. Your mother... No, if that person pretending to be your mother asks you to send money, you can come to me again. Paper money is in charge. enough."
The man hesitated again: "I asked someone to inquire. It seems that your incense and candle shop has been here for I don't know how many years..."
Naturally, he inquired secretly.
Due to work reasons, he recently moved his family to this old street.
Many old people said that there was such an incense and candle shop here when they were very young. Even those old people heard from their elders when they were young that the incense and candle shop was opened there, a small shop selling dead money and incense candles. , how can it exist for so many years?
There are also some things about Ting Feng Qiu Ying after asking about it. There are not many, but it is enough. In addition, after burning the mobile phone I bought at this incense shop a few days ago, I suddenly received a call from my mother. He has subconsciously determined that this boss is a capable person.
The old lady was a Buddhist when she was alive. He would have scoffed at these nonsense words she told him in the past. Now that the old mother who passed away has called back, he is not sure!
"Why don't you help me ask my mother if she has any unfulfilled wishes that we can fulfill for her?" At the end, he added: "I'll pay you to come over."
"This is not a matter of money..."
"Is five thousand successful? I'll transfer another five thousand to you."
"Leave now?"
"My house is just a few streets behind. Master, if you are free, I can drive you there this afternoon."
Wang Xilou refused: "I'll drive there by myself. Please give me the address."
The man nodded quickly, found a note and wrote down the address, and left his phone number. Just as he walked out of the door, he turned back and said: "By the way, master, today is my mother's seventh day. It is customary over there to invite relatives and friends to dinner. We will have a party at noon. Mande Grand Hotel, would you like to come over for a meal, master?"
"There's also a table to eat. It's so considerate." Wang Xilou agreed readily.
After the man left, Feng Wuliang went to play on the computer, but was kicked away by Wang Xilou. He was not annoyed and moved a chair to sit next to her and watch her play.
"Wang Xilou, are you short of money?" he asked.
"It's enough money, but I'm not rich. I'm just running this incense shop, and I don't have any hobbies that cost a lot of money. It doesn't matter if I don't eat or drink alone for ten and a half months. If I support you now, all the money will be spent." So I can only pull out my zombie teeth and go to the cultivator market to see if I can sell it for a good price. It seems that many cultivators use it to refine weapons and the like." She looked indifferent.
Anyway, if you pull it out, it will grow back. Feng Wuli has one of her teeth hanging around his neck. This thing can really ward off evil spirits.
"You agree to five thousand."
Wang Xilou was happy and said: "I was sold for ten taels back then. Even ten taels couldn't buy a donkey in our time."
Speaking of this, the wind was unreasonable and silent.
Wang Xilou didn't care about this, he couldn't care less. Wang Xilou noticed his emotions and rubbed his head: "Okay, okay, just like a little girl, why should I be sentimental? More than 800 years have passed."
He asked again: "Is Mrs. Liu really a ghost?"
Click, click, click, the sound of mouse clicks is continuous, the woman’s beautiful side face has soft lines and a gentle face.
"Maybe, I don't know very well."
"Aren't you awesome?"
"No one is born knowing it. Different entanglements of the spirit will produce different results. I also have many things I don't know. This is normal. You have a lot to learn."
"I thought you knew everything."
"Hey, why do you think so highly of your master? You're so good."
The two masters and apprentices continued the game they just played. The business of the incense and candle shop was not lively. After a while, there was a person at the door, an old woman.
She glanced in at the door twice, and then looked twice more when she felt something was wrong.
Feng Wuli noticed it and scolded Wang Xilou, who was engrossed in playing minesweeper. She glanced at her and said, "Mother-in-law, what's the matter?"
Her mother-in-law looked at her seriously: "You are..."
Wang Xilou felt the other party's spirit, recognized the person, and was a little surprised: "Are you here to find an elder? I am Wang Sanxi's granddaughter. He passed away a few years ago."
Feng Wuli already knew that Wang Sanxi was the person who used to live in the vacant room.
In the 1930s, I fled famine here and was picked up by Wang Xilou. I gave him a bite to eat. Later, he worked for Wang Xilou and ran an incense and candle shop. He passed away at the turn of the millennium. When he died, Wang Xilou was still outside. I practiced in seclusion and practiced the last shadow, but I didn’t see the last one.
"Wang Sanxi's...granddaughter."
When Granny Li looked at Wang Xilou, there was a vague shadow in her memory, but she couldn't grasp it firmly. According to her seniority, that person was her aunt, and she probably looked somewhat similar to that person.
She was in her eighties and had poor memory. She stood at the door for a long time without remembering what she was doing. The sun outside the shop shone warmly on her face. After a while, she slowly looked at her face. The two people in the room said:
"Is Sister Wang Xilou still there?"
