I work as a housekeeper in Guilou

Chapter 244 Zhang Ying’s Travels (Thirty)

The villagers walked in front holding torches. Others may be frightened when they see this scene, fearing that falling sparks will set fire to the grass and cause a disaster.

However, the villagers walking behind did not care. They were blessed by the "fairy" and the fire could not burn.

They didn't care about the matter with the coffin and were still laughing.

"Boss Chen, why didn't your mother just follow behind you this time?" The long-faced man poked the person next to him, laughing at him as he was as afraid of his mother as an unweaned child.

"Boss Chen" heard his malice, and he would definitely roll up his sleeves and fight with him before he was released. Although what this man said was true, he couldn't bear to hear such words.

However, today he was extremely calm, as if a voice was telling him to calm down, he had "other things" to do.

He is even still in the mood to think about what the man said just now, yes, why didn't his mother come with him?

He remembered that in the past, his mother would always follow behind him and would have to be chased three or four times before she would leave, but today she did it quietly, which was not in line with her temperament.

He had been extremely disgusted and embarrassed when he saw that scene before, but now that he couldn't see her, he felt uncomfortable again.

"I guess he is busy taking care of his grandson at home." The toothless man rubbed his sweaty palms to smooth things over for "Boss Chen".

He saw with his own eyes how "him" was drawn, and the "White Immortal" did not avoid him, but showed the whole process in front of him.

He even suspected that she wanted to kill someone and silence him, so he didn't care about him, but he was still alive, so maybe he was fine...

"Oh yes, your kid finally gave birth to a son. It's normal for your mother to be so happy that she forgets about you!"

The long-faced man showed his yellow teeth, looked at him with a smile, and asked in a low voice: "I heard that you have a secret recipe for giving birth to a son. Is it true?"

"You have already given birth to two sons and your wife has been consumed to death. You still want to have a son?" The gap-toothed man asked in shock.

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!" The long-faced man stepped on him hard, "What does it mean to be consumed by me? She is obviously useless. The baby won't be born if it gets too big."

"Other women are born the same way, but when it's her turn, it hurts so much that she dies."

"I fed her so many good things for nothing."

The long-faced man spat on the ground, rubbed it with his shoe, and then walked forward: "You don't have too many sons. Look at the dwarf, no one is willing to cry for him even if he is dead."

"We dug a hole for him later and sprinkled two handfuls of soil on him, which means we have done our best to be kind and righteous."

"He is the only one left in his family, and there is no 'immortal' to offer to him. Isn't this **? I don't know whose 'immortal' will dig up his body and eat it. Maybe it belongs to his own family." "

"If you ask me, if you don't have a son, don't go to such trouble. If you have to carry the tube and bury it, just wrap it in a straw mat and throw it into the mountains."

"Yazi, listen to my brother's advice and marry a wife as soon as possible. Who knows if you will marry a hen that can't lay eggs."

The corner of the gap-toothed man's mouth twitched. He didn't say anything, and the person on the other end didn't need him to express his position. He continued to speak with high spirits.

"I plan to have another one. Anyway, there are girls in the village who are about to grow up. I remember that someone's family had one, what's it called Daya? I brought her into my home, and she had to do it even if she didn't want to."

Ah, this man is looking for death. The gap-toothed man silently moved away, hoping that when "San Ya" took action, he would not be affected.

A strong wind blew up for no reason, bending the trees on both sides.

"Ahem, why is the wind so strong? It's blinding me." The long-faced man rubbed his eyes twice, tears welling up, and then he felt a cold touch blowing across his face.

He looked around with wide eyes, but didn't see anything strange, thinking that maybe it was his imagination. "Look up!" The gap-toothed man shouted at a high volume and extended his hand.

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw a white skirt floating leisurely in the air.

The long-faced man felt rain hitting his face. When he reached out and touched it, he realized that it was not rain at all, but red blood.

"Ghost, ghost!" The gap-toothed man shouted, causing a panic.

"Don't panic, don't panic, pray for the immortals, pray for the immortals!" The elders in the team shouted loudly, "The immortals are awake at this time, pray for the immortals and collect the ghosts!"

For a time, the voices of calling came one after another, some called the immortal's name, some chanted the incantation.

However, nothing works.

The long-faced man believed in the "Boar Immortal", and then a huge pig's head was smashed on his body, staring straight at him with unblinking eyes.

He was so frightened that he couldn't help crying. He felt the cold touch again and was even more frightened.

He is not the only one like this, many villagers have also received a part of the "immortal" they believe in.

Seeing this, the long-faced man threw the pig's head away and ran to the front of the coffin: "Where is the spirit lady? Where is the spirit lady!"

Logically speaking, Lingpo should be leading the way, but he didn't see her figure. Instead, he saw another strange yet familiar figure from behind.

He reached out his hand uncontrollably and patted the man on the shoulder. The man turned around and saw a long face, exactly like his.

A commotion broke out in the entire team. The gap-toothed man felt a heavy weight on his back collar and was carried into the woods not far away.

He didn't dare to look back this time, and guarded his head tightly to avoid looking back.

"It's me." Lin Jiangdan shook his head when he saw his unsatisfactory look.

The gap-toothed man still didn't look back after hearing this. He was obviously frightened by the last time. His eyes only dared to look to the side, and he saw the Lingpo who had just been searched for by everyone but could not find her.

"Ling Po, you are here," he greeted her dryly, "If I say that I am not in the same group as them, would you believe it?"

"Hey." Ling Po glanced at him sideways, her meaning self-evident. She is tied up now, but the other person is not restrained. The answer is already obvious, and she is not blind.

Thinking about it this way, he was the one who screamed the loudest just now, which made people's hearts go crazy.

Xia Qimiao asked her if she was a substitute spirit, but the other party refused to cooperate and avoided answering. She had no choice but to make this move.

Lingpo didn't want to say it didn't matter, she could ask the god Baixian, and the coffin was already in hand.

But there was no rush this time. She sat on the tree and took in the overall view.

"The painted body will copy the personality of the original body." The two strong men over there were already fighting. The human beings were no match for the monsters and were already bleeding. "It will not copy the physical fitness of the original body."

"You are right, simple tears are not enough to support a painting, it must be emotional."

Lin Jiangdan floated up. She cooperated with the three heads and had already captured most of the people's tears, so there was chaos below.

"Master, it's been measured. The upper limit I can control is ten."

"How to control it?"