The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 11 The Family (1)
He fixed his gaze on her: "That's enough."

what?
Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head to meet his gaze, the two dark holes seemed to have no end in sight.

Almost instantly, someone grabbed her by the shoulders, Qiao Wan didn't even have time to scream, his body was already tilted, he didn't know where he got so much strength, he held her firmly, jumped forward, and the two immediately Fall down.

She was so frightened that her pupils constricted, and she kept shouting upwards, but there was always a hand on her shoulder pinching her, making her unable to move.

She turned her head angrily, and the moment she bumped into his eyes, the top of her head was already submerged by the spring of reincarnation.

When Qiao Wan opened his eyes, what he saw was a blue sky, and above that was a shade of greenery.

The afternoon sun shone through the shadows of the trees, making Qiao Wan feel warm, but she didn't ignore her soaked clothes.

She got up from the ground with her arms propped up, her mind was still not very clear, and her last memory was still on that piece of dying yellow spring water.

By the way, she was dragged into the path of reincarnation by a faceless brat just now, logically speaking, she should have been reincarnated, right?

"you're awake?"

Qiao Wan looked up and saw a young man standing not far away.

He was wearing a dirty T-shirt, with a crew cut, sword eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features were not bad.

Standing by the river, he wrung out his soaked shirt, and said angrily, "You almost died just now."

Qiao Guan opened his eyes wide and still didn't understand the situation. Looking at his wrist which was obviously several sizes smaller, he felt that the boy in front of him looked very familiar.

The boy came over and spread his hands without explaining to her, "Give me the money!"

"what?"

The boy thought she was going to renege on the debt, raised his thick eyebrows in displeasure, and said sharply: "In order to save you, I even threw away the pigweed that I cut. If there is no pigweed, I will be beaten when I go back. Can you give it to me?" Give it, don’t even think about leaving if you don’t.”

Qiao Wan was startled, looked around and realized.

The sparkling Wu River in front of her...isn't it the one she drowned in?
And why does the boy in front of him look so familiar?

Qiao Guan frowned and thought about it, her face turned pale with fright, she pointed at him with her index finger, and said falteringly: "Zhan Fei, aren't you dead?"

When the boy heard it, his face turned green, and he cursed: "You're just dead. If I had known that, I wouldn't have picked you up just now. Give me the money, what are you waiting for?!"

Qiao Guan rubbed her nose and looked down at her clothes. She was wearing the old skirt worn by her elder sister, and two big patches were patched on her buttocks. Now it was wet and stuck to her body, making her feel very uncomfortable.

"I have no money."

She stood up and took out her empty pocket, but there wasn't even a steel coin in it.

Zhan Fei gritted his teeth. There was a severe drought this year. The town hadn't had a single drop of rain since the beginning of the year. The crops were not harvested well, and the living conditions were very poor. People almost had nothing to eat, let alone the animals raised at home.

So his father explained that every day when he came home from school, he had to cut a basket full of pigweed outside, so that he could use it when he went back to feed the pigs, and when the pigs were big enough, he would sell them to help him pay for his tuition.

So Zhanfei mows the grass by the river every day, and if he returns home without goods, he will be beaten up. Today he managed to mow a basket full of grass, and when he turned around, he heard a "plop" sound. It turned out to be from the Qiao family. The third girl fell into the river.

At that time, he dropped the basket and jumped into the water without even thinking about it, but who knows that someone caught it, and the hogweed he cut was stolen by someone who killed a thousand knives.

"Then what should I do, I will be beaten by my father when I go back."

Qiao Wan patted the dirt off her skirt, and glanced at the reflection in the river. The one standing by the river was clearly a girl of seven or eight years old.

She touched her face, turned around and asked, "How old are you?"

Zhanfei was so angry that his cheeks bulged, he picked up the sickle beside him, and didn't want to talk to her: "Eight years old."

The scorching summer sun was particularly fierce, Qiao Wan's eyes widened, and he felt dizzy for a while.

Zhan Fei is the same age as her, so she is also eight years old this year.

"Hey, where are you going?" She tugged at her wrinkled skirt and called him to stop.

"Mowing the grass." Zhanfei didn't even look up, he didn't want to go back and get beaten.

"I'll help you. Two people are faster than one." Qiao Wan hurriedly followed his footsteps as he said so.

Zhan Fei did not refuse, and gave her a sickle, and the two children gathered in the haystack, chattering about their work.

Qiao Wan's family also raises pigs, so he knows what grasses can be mowed and what grasses cannot be mowed, and they always pick fresh and tender grasses, and the baskets are half full in a short time.

Occasionally, she raised her head and glanced at the boy not far away, seeing his dark and thin figure, her eyes suddenly became darker.

If she remembered correctly, Zhan Fei would have died in a house in the backyard when he was 12 years old, and he died in a very strange manner, with his hands tied and hung from the beams, wearing a red floral skirt, and hanging on his feet. A big weight...

In fact, Qiao Guan didn't have close contact with Zhan Fei in his previous life, at most, he met him face to face a few times. It was because his death impressed her deeply, so she took care of him.

She still remembered that a few days after his death, a sorceress in the town passed by his door cursing, saying that the boy had been taken into custody and raised as a little ghost, and she said some vicious and destructive words...

At that time, Qiao Wan didn't know what raising a kid was, and the police in the town couldn't solve the case for a long time, and Goddess Liu was usually a crazy person, so no one in the town believed her words, so this matter was nothing It's all over.

Only Zhan Fei's death remained in Qiao Wan's childhood memory, until she went down to the underworld, one day she was attracting souls by the bridge, and met a Maoshan warlock head-on, and heard from the old ghost that he had committed a lot of wickedness during his lifetime. Among them, it is against the law of heaven to use living people to refine their souls many times, so they cannot be reincarnated.

"What are you looking at, don't be lazy!"

Hearing Zhan Fei's shout, Qiao Wan quickly raised his head and replied, "Got it."

She retracted her gaze and mowed a basketful of pigweed. When she got home, it was already after sunset.

(End of this chapter)