The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 111 Awakening (3)
Because Qiao Wan didn't wear a robe, with the naked eye, she would see a half-sized girl rushing towards the room, throwing her hands wildly, strangely, she didn't know what she was doing.

So it's good for the family to go out, so as not to frighten them by seeing her weird appearance in the middle of the night.

The black cat watched Qiao Wan's skills change from jerky to proficient, and from being cautious at the beginning to being accurate in catching one by one now, and turned around and said, "You caught all the little soldiers."

Qiao Wan shook the iron lock, his face darkened when he heard it, and then he looked around.

Of course she knew that if it was a real ghost, it would be so easy for her to catch her. The person who trapped her in the Infernal Gate is probably the same as them. She was an earlier victim. Unfortunately, she was trapped in this place after death. driven by people.

Then Qiao Wan thought about the kid that night, and the changes that happened around the kid after she caught him.

"Aqi." She was so tired that she sat down on the sofa, "Compared to yours, how is her cultivation?"

The black cat snorted coldly and didn't reply.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Guan returned to the room before Fu Tianlang and the others arrived home. Until the sky became clear, Qiao Li asked her father to move the ancient mirror in the room to the garbage dump next door.

Qiao Wan looked at Papa Qiao's back from a distance, feeling uneasy, because she had looked at that mirror before, and although there was an aura similar to that night, she couldn't find any sealed spells. Or the talisman paper, which proves that the thing was not sealed inside, but this mirror may have a great connection with her during her lifetime. In this way, the thing might get angry because they threw the mirror away.

In broad daylight, Qiao Wan was lying on the bed but couldn't fall asleep. Looking at the black cat dozing beside her, she thought that Fu Tianlang was resting at home during the day, and the group of ghosts would not dare to come out, so she put on her robe and went away with confidence. Go to hell.

The dark underworld is dark all day long, and the only thing that echoes in my ears every day is the sound of iron ropes pulling the ground and little ghosts whimpering.

"Little girl, when did you become so studious?" Uncle Zheng searched under the bed, and finally found a booklet.

Qiao Wan took it and flipped through it. The cover of the booklet looked brand new.

Although Guicha cannot save the undead, he can imprison ghosts, and besides the three magic tools, there are also some formulas for fixing the body and sealing them.

Uncle Zheng glanced at her up and down: "Also, quickly take your door back, don't think I don't know that you want to put them in the underworld, this group of things are all dead ghosts, and they won't be able to reincarnate if you leave them here , if the higher-ups find out, you and I will have to go back and forth!"

Qiao Wan: "..."

It was discovered.

When she was going back, Uncle Zheng called her suddenly: "Awan, how many souls did you keep in your door?"

Qiao Wan silently counted: "Sixteen."

Uncle Zheng pursed his lips and warned, "Enough is enough, you'd better find a Taoist priest to save these souls, if you can, try not to stuff them in."

Qiao Wan didn't take it seriously, and asked her where to find a Taoist priest to save the dead soul?Moreover, the Taoist priests in the city are all open for business. Even if she finds someone, she can't afford the money.

After returning to her body, Qiao Wan got up from the bed. She felt exhausted, but she couldn't sleep, so she could only buckle the small door and stuff it in her pocket.

She pushed open the door and caught a glimpse of Mother Qiao standing on the table wiping the lampshade.

Seeing Qiao Wan going out, she hurriedly said, "Awan, go and wipe the back of the sofa."

Qiao's mother loves to be clean. As long as she is around, the house is always spotless.

Qiao Guan let out a soft "Oh", and wiped off the dust behind the sofa with a rag, but when she caught sight of Fu Tianlang's open door from the corner of her eye, she was stunned.

"Where did Brother Lang go?"

Qiao's mother didn't even lift her eyes: "Going out."

Qiao Wan said "Oh" again, but then she turned her head suddenly, and her eyes met the children on the table impartially.

At Qiao's mother's feet, a seven or eight-year-old child appeared at some point. He looked a bit weak, looked at her timidly, and then stretched out his hand to Qiao's mother.

Qiao Wan was shocked, and hurried over: "Stop!"

Qiao's mother was also startled, and just about to ask her what's wrong, her leg seemed to be hit hard by something, her body lost her balance in an instant, she tilted, and fell straight to the floor.

Everything happened so fast that before Qiao Wan could stop it, he saw the figure of his mother slamming heavily on the ground, and the child also fled quickly, passing through the wall and running away.

"Mom!" Qiao Wan didn't care about chasing her, and hurriedly checked her mother's injuries.

"Hands, hands..." Qiao's mother shrank into a ball in pain, her forehead was covered with sweat.

When the ambulance took the person to the hospital, it was only after an examination that he found out that he had broken a bone.

In the quiet and white ward, Qiao Wan stared intently at the woman in plaster, with tears in her eyes.

At this time, the door was pushed open with a "bang", and Dad Qiao hurried back.

"What's wrong?"

"I accidentally fell off the lampshade when I was wiping it." Mother Qiao smiled, as if she didn't take it seriously.

"What kind of lampshade are you cleaning?" Papa Qiao said angrily.

"Why don't you wipe it if it's dirty? It's broken now, and I can't cook for you anymore."

"What are you cooking for, and have a good rest."

Qiao Wan was listening to his parents' conversation, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Qiao's mother looked at her red and swollen eyes, and comforted: "It's not your fault."

Qiao Wan endured it and said, "Mom, let's move."

Mother Qiao froze for a moment, frowned and said, "How can you imitate your sister? Don't talk nonsense. Where else can we move?"

Qiao Wan listened, and lowered her face again. She suddenly hated this city, and only after entering the city can she fully realize how important money is, just like in their small town, even though they were still poor before, they lived a happy life. The income is stable, and the price is not high. At least Dad Qiao doesn't need to stay outside every day. Recently, she has seen his face turn gray.

Now all their savings are spent on the house, so how could they take her word for it and move out?
"What did you suddenly shout about in the afternoon?" Mother Qiao asked suddenly, staring at her.

(End of this chapter)