"elder sister!"
Zaizai suddenly became nervous and subconsciously held my hand.
But because he was the only man here, he quickly let go and picked up the shovel behind the door and slipped out along the wall.
I followed closely behind, not even daring to turn on the light.
Through the dim moonlight, I saw a rickety shadow outside.
He was holding a branch as a cane and reaching for the bells on the ropes.
After touching it, shake it deliberately a few times.
Looking at the action, it looks like a provocation.
Just when I quietly took the shovel from Zaizai's hand, the man suddenly raised his head.
A pair of empty eye sockets stood out.
Standing outside was a blind, hunchbacked old woman.
The hair was in strands, like cement caked together.
He was wearing more than ten pieces of tattered clothes, bulging like a bear.
"Master is back?"
Suddenly, the old woman spoke.
Judging from what the old woman said, she had been here before.
"Your Yin Xian'er is dying!"
The old woman's next words made my heart skip a beat.
Then I tightened my grip on the shovel and pulled the door latch open.
The old woman listened carefully, and then turned her face to me accurately.
"No way! Logically speaking, your Yin Immortal should have died long ago. Why is there still a remnant soul left?"
"Old man..."
I was about to step forward, but the old woman took a step back.
"It turns out that the master has something else!"
Having said this, the old woman stretched out her crutch and pointed at Pingping.
"You! And...you!"
The old woman tried her best to open her empty eye sockets and stared at me.
"You have a demonic aura about you!"
"Grandma, are you an expert?" Zaizai interrupted, "Otherwise, how could you still see so many things when you are blind?"
"Hahaha!" the old woman laughed, "I am blind but my heart is not blind! My child, can you let me in and rest for a night? I am an old beggar who can easily freeze to death in this deep mountain and forest! You are so compassionate and pitiful. Me!"
Old beggar?
actually not!
He is really an old and blind beggar, and he will never go into the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night.
Moreover, she also had insight into Ning Yi's situation.
"Please come in!"
I opened the door and extended my hand to the old woman.
The old woman raised the crutch and placed it accurately in my palm.
In fact, before I even got close, I could smell the stink of the old woman.
It's the smell of putrefaction, sweat and excessive oil secretion, which is very offensive to the nose.
Even the well-behaved Ping Ping couldn't help but cover his nose.
But she quickly ran to the kitchen and fetched water with a bucket, which should be used to heat hot water.
"Yo, I smell the fragrance!"
Hearing what the old woman said, I looked at my bowl of self-heating hot pot.
Because I wasn't in the mood, I didn't move at all.
"I'll cook you another box!"
"No, no! We beggars don't want to eat hot food!"
"But the fans inside are already confused!"
"That's better! My teeth have been broken for a long time and I can't eat hard food!"
When the old woman said this, she grinned, revealing her rotten teeth that were so rotten that only the roots were left.
I didn't have the intention to say anything more, so I handed the chopsticks to her.
The old woman took it and immediately ate it hungrily.
When her mouth was full of oil, she looked at me in confusion.
"Daughter, why don't you eat?"
"I do not want to eat!"
"Ha!" the old woman laughed, "We are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will be hungry! If you collapse, who will take care of these two babies?"
Having said this, the old woman pushed the self-heating hot pot in front of me.
"Eat, girl! You can't starve to death!"
When the old woman grinned, there was a vermicelli stuck between her teeth.
It looks really indecent.
But at this moment, I am no better than her.
In a daze, I took the chopsticks.
Lowering his head, he ate the remaining lotus root slices and potatoes bit by bit.
As I ate, tears fell down.
I'm not scared, but sad!
The flames of the funeral home and the screams inside kept echoing in my mind, and every second was torture.
"It's good if you can achieve great things! If you can eat, it's good!"
The old woman said, lifting up her dirty sleeve to wipe my mouth.
After wiping, Pingping also walked in with a basin of hot water.
"Wash up!" Pingping said timidly.
"You think I'm dirty?" The old woman raised a bald brow.
"No!" Pingping shook his head vigorously, "It feels good after washing!"
"This kid is so cowardly!"
The old woman waved her hand and suddenly turned her face to me.
"What is the true form of your Yin Immortal?"
This sudden sentence made me stand up suddenly.
"I'm asking you a question!" The old woman frowned, "What is the identity of your Baojiaxian?"
"I have no idea!"
"Then what are you praying for?" The old woman groaned, "Maybe this has something to do with the fact that he is still lingering! But... he should have died long ago! If I can see his tablet..."
Hearing what the old woman said, I quickly grabbed her rough hand.
Then he pulled off his clothes and pressed it on the tattoo on his left chest.
"Did you tattoo Yin Xian'er's tablet?"
The old woman jerked her hand away as if she was electrocuted.
"Yes!" I nodded vigorously, "I did it for the convenience of worshiping him, and also to prevent someone from damaging the tablet. So..."
"No wonder!" the old woman murmured to herself, "one of your unintentional actions saved him invisibly. You used your body as a memorial tablet, invisibly creating a shelter for him, and thus preserved his A ray of remnant soul. Otherwise, he would have died like another Baojiaxian!"
The other Baojiaxian naturally refers to Huang Dafu.
Zaizai is so smart, so he naturally understood.
He said 'wow', squatted on the ground and cried loudly.
The helpless Pingping was stunned for a moment, and then started sobbing along with him.
For a moment, the room was in chaos.
"Why are you crying? Is crying useful?"
The old woman banged her walking stick on the table, and the surrounding area suddenly became quiet.
"What's the use of just crying when you encounter difficulties and solve them?" The old woman pointed to me, "Even if you use your flesh and blood to build a shelter for the Yin Immortal, his remnant soul won't last long!"
"Old man!" I knelt on the ground with a thud, "Please help me!"
"I'm just an old beggar. How can I help you?"
"There are people outside the world. You have traveled all over the world and must have accumulated a lot of folk remedies. No matter what the result is, can you try it for me?"
"Daughter, you are making things difficult for me!"
"As long as you are willing to give it a try, I am willing to pay anything!"
"Haha..." the old woman laughed, "It's just a Yin fairy. If he dies, he'll die! If you want to be protected, I'll find you someone more capable!"
"He's my husband!" I choked.
"After all, you are considered a human being. You don't want all the great men in the world, but you want to marry a Yin Xian'er."
"I love him, it has nothing to do with his identity!"
"Why don't you die for him if you really love him?" The old woman suddenly stared at me, "He is a yin fairy, and you are a yin person. This is a perfect match! The yin and yang match is destined to end in nothing. You were wrong from the beginning! "
"I see!"
After saying these words, I bowed deeply to the old woman.
Then, he stood up and rushed to the kitchen.
Just when I grabbed the fruit knife and was about to stab my chest, a cane hit my wrist hard.
In pain, the knife fell off.
"Old witch, what are you doing?" Zaizai, who came later, yelled at the old woman, "My sister will really commit suicide!"
"I was just joking, who knew she would take it seriously!" The old woman looked aggrieved, "Daughter, why bother? You can't die together in love! You are not the same kind, and you don't go to the same place after death!"
Speaking of this, the old woman sighed.
"I really don't know who you follow with this stupidity!"
After using a cane to pick away the knife, the old woman started walking.
"The tablets tattooed on your body are not enough to protect him, because he is a yin immortal, and the environment he needs cannot be yang!"
"Death is a curse!"
Does the old woman want me to die?
"What are you thinking about?"
The old woman seemed to understand my intention and glared at me fiercely.
"Only the Yin Qi you produce can play a protective role and save his life without harming your own life! However, excessive Yin Qi will do great harm to you! You..."
"Are places like morgues, funeral parlors, and crematoriums okay?" I interrupted the old woman hastily, "Can I get yin by going to such a place?"
"Didn't you understand what I said? The Yin Qi generated by yourself! What I mean is... you have to fake death once. You have to trick your body into thinking you are dead, and then the Yin Qi generated by the fermentation of the corpse can be combined with the Yin Qi. The fairy maintains the same magnetic field!"
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