The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 199 Actually, You Can Do It (1)
Zhao Ling stared at her without moving, Qiao Wan's words were tantamount to overturning her cognition.

Underworld—this world that was unfamiliar to her, she was fortunate enough to come into contact with it now, but she told her that all along, her persistence and views were wrong, and their work as an onmyoji was not as sacred as she imagined, and she What the father did was not in the name of justice, and he may even be punished after a few years.

Zhao Ling's mind was flustered, and he didn't want to believe it, but what Qiao Wan said was not unreasonable, and now he was floating in the middle of the river without landing on both sides.

Qiao Guan looked at her calmly for a while, then went to the backyard, picked up the robe that was left behind, and planned to leave.

"Wait." Zhao Ling quickly caught up, "What are you going to do?"

Qiao Wan scratched his hair, "I can only lock them up temporarily, and when I have a chance, I will find an eminent monk to chant sutras for them..."

The more Qiao Guan thought about it, the more he had a headache. When he turned over to the wall, he complained in a low voice: "I have to waste another bus ticket... Isn't your Zhao family a family of ghost catchers? Why can't you even save ghosts?"

Being questioned suddenly, Zhao Ling was not happy, and frowned and retorted: "Who says it can't be done, it's just..."

It's just that they can't do it as an agent, no, it should be said that Zhao Tongyang can't do it, but she has never tried it, and she always thought it was unnecessary.

Qiao Wan fell silent, then turned around and asked, "Just what?"

Zhao Ling bowed his head and thought for a while, feeling a little bit hard to say: "A few years ago, I saw a passage in the books passed down from generation to generation by our Zhao family...but I haven't tried it."

Qiao Wan's eyes lit up, staring straight at her.

There are many scriptures that can save others, but there are not many people who can really remove their hostility and save them from rebirth.

Because the requirements for the chanter are very high. Not only must they have cultivation, but they must also have kind thoughts in their hearts, hold a heart of reverence for all things, and guide them piously. Only then can the resentment of the other party be truly eliminated...

And Zhao Tongyang, who has always hated ghosts, is absolutely impossible, but Zhao Ling?
Qiao Wan wasn't sure, but Zhao Ling's nature was not bad, maybe she could do it.

"You can try."

Zhao Ling thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, I'll find the scriptures when I go back, but if I can't do it, you have to hand over these ghosts to me."

Qiao Wan perfunctory: "Let's talk about it."

She thought of Wu Dao's senior brother, if Zhao Ling couldn't do it, she could recruit the ghost sedan chair again, but she only had two tickets left in the end, and if they were all used up, they would be gone.

On the way back, the two of them didn't speak. Qiao Wan hugged her big cock by herself. When she reached the foot of the mountain, she pondered for a while, then let go of the cock and let it go.

Anyway, they helped her just now, so she can't take it back to eat.

Although when she watched it running away from a distance, she swallowed reluctantly...

Zhao Ling stared at her coldly, his thoughts confused.

Qiao Guan didn't care about what she thought, because she had just stepped up the stairs and hadn't entered the resort yet, and when she looked up, she met a familiar figure.

Her footsteps stopped suddenly, she was dumbfounded, and almost bit her tongue hesitantly: "Lang... Lang..."

He stood there straight, the blue sky, white clouds, and the falling sunlight illuminated his face very clearly.

There was a distance of several steps between the two, Qiao Wan looked up at him with his face up, his legs seemed to be rooted, he didn't even walk, and he didn't walk.

Fu Tianlang's eyes were fixed on her face, dark and silent.

After a long time, he strode towards her, his eyes swept up and down her school uniform with two holes and her face covered with dirt...

Qiao Wan looks like he just had a fight with someone.

"Brother Lang."

When she was under the shadow, she felt guilty. She did have a fight, but it wasn't with anyone.

He kept silent, raised his hand to wipe off the mud on her face, and suddenly his eyes fell on Zhao Ling.

Zhao Ling's heart skipped a beat, isn't this the man who broke their family's gourd and mahogany sword that night?

Glancing at Qiao Wan again, Zhao Ling couldn't help taking a step back, and suddenly understood.

He and Qiao Wan are in the same group.

"You talk, I'm leaving." After saying that, she left in a hurry.

Fu Tianlang didn't say a word, but stared straight at the direction she was leaving, and turned to Qiao Wan, his eyes darkened: "What happened?"

Qiao Wan's body tensed unconsciously: "I just fell down in the mountains."

Fu Tianlang's eyes were dark, and he was silent for a moment, as if he didn't doubt her words: "A new friend?"

He refers to Zhao Ling.

Qiao Wan's shoulders shook again, and he nodded sullenly.

All of a sudden, the man who was still silent just now suddenly enveloped her, put an arm around her waist, and with a slight force, Qiao Wan immediately threw herself into a hot embrace.

He hugged her, buried his face deep into her neck, and took a deep breath of her white neck.

After sweating, Qiao Wan actually didn't smell very good, at least she didn't like it herself, so she gritted her teeth and moved a little: "Why did you come here without telling me?"

After hugging her for a long time, he was finally willing to let go: "I miss you."

Qiao Guan was obviously stunned, and when he met his extraordinarily deep eyes, his little face burned again with a "chuckle".

"...Well." She lowered her face, sniffed the other person's familiar breath, and whispered with her lips curled up, "Me too."

He suddenly hugged her a little tighter. It was obvious that they had only been separated for three days, but the two who are embracing each other now seem to have not seen each other for several years...

He stroked the black hair on her forehead, and slowly lowered his gaze: "What's the matter, clothes?"

Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, and he shook his head: "It was cut by a branch..."

His eyes deepened, he jumped his arm, and carefully inspected the big cut on her arm, the cut was too neat, it was more like being cut by something sharp, such as a blade.

She is lying.

He frowned, and a nearly stagnant silence began to spread in the air.

Under the high sky, the wind blew the broken hair on his forehead and caught her eyes.

(End of this chapter)