I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 227 Zhang Ying’s Travels ()

Daya held Sanmei's hand. Only holding it in this way could make her feel that Sanmei was still alive, instead of lying coldly like a corpse in the hay shed.

Hearing the energetic voice of the second sister, she couldn't help but sigh: "Are you still worried about that...'White Immortal'?"

Da Ya didn't know what to call the woman in the white dress. She didn't look like a human or a ghost, so she followed local custom and called her "fairy".

"I'm not worried. She's so powerful. She must be fine." Although Erya had never seen her take action with her own eyes, she had already sketched out her powerful image in her mind after listening to the adults' descriptions of the death scene of Chapo.

That arrogant dwarf was like a piglet waiting to be slaughtered in the hands of the heroine. She killed him easily, took out his intestines and hung them from the rafters.

Erya imagined that scene again and again, her heart pounding, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

Although she didn't know what she was excited about, she always felt as if some seeds were awakening and sprouting in her heart.

Da Ya has always had a free-range attitude towards her second sister. Although this child has little nutrition, it is very "vigorous" when it is born. In this village, this word is used to describe weeds with extremely wide root systems, indicating its tenacious vitality. It's hard to think of death.

She is still young, technically she is still a child, but she feels like she has already raised two children, and she always has great patience with her two younger sisters.

"I haven't heard of 'Mengxian'. There should be no such thing in Xiaomugong Village."

"What about Damugong Village?"

Erya asked what Xia Qimiao wanted to know. Ever since she heard that this village was called "Xiao Mugong Village", she felt that there should be a corresponding "Da Mugong Village".

"I don't know where it is. The last time I went there, I was three years old." At that time, my mother was not crazy.

Da Ya knew that Er Ya didn't like to hear about her mother, so she didn't bring up the topic.

"Is it far?" Xia Qimiao asked aloud.

"It's about two hills away." At that time, Daya would act coquettishly to her mother, saying that her feet were hurting to death and she couldn't walk.

The mother would tap her nose, helplessly pick her up with a smile, and carry her over.

At that time, she felt that time passed very fast, so fast that she would get off her mother's back in the blink of an eye; but it also felt so slow, so slow that she could clearly remember all the details.

She endured it for a while, but still couldn't hold back the thoughts in her heart. She turned over and faced Erya: "I wonder if the three immortals can bring mother back."

Her mother is not her mother alone, and she also hopes that Erya will be willing to accept her.

Erya originally wanted to say something sarcastic, but they were close together, and her heart seemed to be melted by the body temperature of the two people, leaving the unpleasant words in her throat, unable to turn into sounds.

She responded vaguely twice and changed the subject uncomfortably: "Aren't the Three Immortals and the Medicine Immortal both sent by Bai Xian? They should be quite powerful, right?"

"Sent by Bai Xian?" Da Ya was only concerned about whether San Ya's illness had recovered, and did not listen to the previous words, so he missed the information.

"Yes, Sanya?" Erya suddenly realized that he hadn't heard her voice for a long time. He was afraid that she would be shocked if he spoke too loudly, so he lowered his voice and shouted.

"I haven't fallen asleep yet," Xia Qimiao had already half-stepped into sleep, and now she retracted her feet. She yawned, "Sister, it was like this at that time..."

"That is to say, Bai Xian entrusted you with a dream!" Da Ya's voice was full of indescribable excitement. She didn't realize that her expression was exactly the same as when Er Ya heard about the heroine's deeds.

Xia Qimiao couldn't help but sigh, they were indeed sisters, they were quite similar.

"Almost, but I was in a daze at the time and didn't hear what it said clearly." "Then what impressed you the most?" Da Ya held Sanmei in her right hand without using any force, but she had already taken out the quilt with her left hand. Imprinted.

"I saw this." Xia Qimiao raised his free hand and drew a small circle in the air.

Shen Baixian likes to send her symbols similar to ".". Although she unconscionably interprets it as "agree", she doesn't need to say it to mislead Daya.

This symbol touched Da Ya's blind spot in knowledge, and she shook her head: "Maybe we can ask Ling Po tomorrow."

"Someone died today, and she will definitely go there to make a coffin tomorrow."

"Okay." It was probably a cypress coffin, and Xia Qimiao had already made up his mind to steal one to see if he could use his abilities.

"Is there anything else?" Da Ya's eyes were bright, and she seized the opportunity to dig out the details. Her admiration for Shen Baixian was already beyond words.

"It seems that you also told me some spell." Xia Qimiao was used to using the simplified version of the one-word spell, and for a moment he couldn't remember the original version spoken by Zhang's mother-in-law.

She couldn't just say "Ran". If she dared to say it, she probably wouldn't believe it. It was too perfunctory.

She closed her eyes and recalled the family's funeral, and somehow she remembered the strange thing attached to the fetus in the copy.

That ghost fetus is a big-headed baby. The string of teeth taken out from her throat also looked like adult teeth.

She shook her head to get the horrific images out of her mind, leaving only the information she could use.

"What's wrong? Do you have a headache? Do you have a fever again?" Da Ya looked at her and shook her head. Worried about the recurrence of the disease, Da Ya put his forehead against her to test her temperature.

"It's okay, I just feel like the memories are mixed together and a bit messy."

Da Ya made sure her temperature didn't rise again before lying back down: "When you feel uncomfortable, you must tell your sister and don't hold on."

"That spell is," Xia Qimiao was still thinking about it, and finally found the scene corresponding to Zhang's mother-in-law's words: "Bai Province, Bai Province..."

Before she could finish her words, her mouth was pressed by Daya unexpectedly, which was meant to stop her from continuing.

"Huh?" Xia Qimiao mumbled a few dull syllables from her throat, not quite sure what the purpose of her action was.

"Why are you talking about the magic spell used by the Lingpo to call Bai Xian?" Da Ya took a deep breath and seemed a little frightened, "This is disrespectful."

How disrespectful? According to what he said, Xia Qimiao had already done even more disrespectful things, and was picking wool over Shen Baixian every day.

She didn't care in her heart, but didn't show it. After Daya removed her hand, she asked, "Sister, do you know what this means?"

"The meaning of these two sentences is, Bai Xian, it's time for you to wake up; Bai Xian, it's time for you to see it."

"Pak Province?"

Xia Qimiao shouted softly again, but received no response. It must be that the spell didn't work. It couldn't be that Shen Baixian had blocked her.

Bai Province (xing) Bai Province (xing).

It's fourteen. The title is wrong. I don't have permission to change it.