The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 293 The Gate of Life and Death

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The sound of the iron rope pulling the ground swayed in the mountains, and from time to time there was a song from outside the house, which was sung by a certain female soul on the shore: There are three worlds in the world, and it is up to you to accumulate good and evil.

Throughout the ages, who has been let go by the underworld.

"It hurts! It hurts! Uncle Zheng, I hurt!" Qiao Wan cried so much that his nose and tears were written in big characters.

The man in black robe beside her gave her a blank look, and continued to thread needles on her arm.

Uncle Zheng snorted coldly, holding a big smoking gun and puffing: "Hold on."

Qiao Wan had a mournful face, and she wanted to bear it, but she couldn't.

Turning her head, she begged for mercy: "Doctor, please take it easy?"

The ghost doctor ignored her, he seemed dissatisfied with the noise she made, so he poked her hard, Qiao Guan was in pain, his life was in the doctor's hands, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Girl Wan, what do you want me to say about you? But you are lucky, you didn't die, and you came down to find me. Otherwise, even if I, an old man, wanted to collect your soul, I wouldn't be able to."

He remembered that three days ago she came down with her arms and half of her head in her hands, and passed out with a "boom" as soon as she arrived at his door, so frightened that he almost sat on the ground with his buttocks.

Uncle Zheng spit out the white mist again, it was the refined incense, Qiao Wan's soul is damaged now, and the void cannot be replenished, and the too pure incense smell will make her unable to absorb it, so she can only take it slowly in this way.

Qiao Wan remained silent, she was in so much pain that she didn't even have the energy to speak.

And when the ghost doctor sewed her arm up, she silently touched her forehead.

The originally smooth head now has a dent, and you can touch tiny spiritual threads by touching it with your hands. This is the masterpiece of the ghost doctor three days ago. According to his words, her soul was haunted by Yin Sha. Injury, the spirit son has already produced a broken section, which cannot heal by itself, and can only rely on the spirit thread as traction, and suture it every three days until it is completely integrated with the main body.

Seeing that he had sewn her arm, Qiao Wan spontaneously moved her head, enduring the pain and trying to move her newly sewn arm, but found that the soul there did not obey her orders at all.

While waiting for the ghost doctor to sew up her head, Qiao Guan curled up into a ball with a grunt. Hearing the bargaining conversation between Uncle Zheng and the ghost doctor, she sniffed hard.

I don't know what's going on at home?How about Fu Tianlang?But before she left, she didn't forget to leave a soul in her body. As long as she can maintain her life, even if she can't wake up, it shouldn't cause too much panic. After all, this is not the first time.

But this time it seems that it will take much longer than before, because in the treatment room, she vaguely heard the ghost doctor say that her soul body needs to be treated for at least a month to recover.

Uncle Zheng sent the ghost doctor away, turned around and came to dilute the incense for her again.

Qiao Wan was moved in his heart, looked at the old man's gray beard, and said sullenly: "Uncle Zheng, is my treatment expensive? Give me a certain number, and I will return it to you when I recover from my injury."

Uncle Zheng nodded: "It's expensive, [-] ghost coins at a time."

Qiao Wan's eyes widened. They used to work in the underworld, and their monthly salary was only [-], but she silently estimated that once every three days, [-] a time, [-] a month...

"Uncle Zheng, I'm afraid you can only repay me in the next life..."

Meaning, she didn't pay back.

Uncle Zheng raised his eyebrows and continued to smoke his opium: "It's okay, it's not my money anyway."

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, and then heard him say: "Little Guanzi, how can an old man like me get so much money? Of course, your medical expenses are borrowed from underground banks in your name."

Qiao Wan was dumbfounded. The underground banks in the underworld are well-known vampires. If you ask them to borrow money, if you don't pay it back when it's due, you will be stripped of your skin!
Qiao Wan stared at him fiercely.

"I wouldn't have done it if I couldn't afford the treatment fee. What's the matter, are you asking for money now?" Uncle Zheng glanced at her casually.

Qiao Wan wilted again: "I'm dying..."

Uncle Zheng sat down with his legs crossed. Not long after, a little ghost outside the house told him to go to work, and the old man immediately patted his buttocks and went out.

As the room became clean again, Qiao Guan lay on the bamboo bed, looked up at the old yellow mosquito net above his head, finally couldn't resist the tiredness, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Three days later, the ghost doctor came to stitch her spirit body again. Qiao Wan was very cooperative. After a few days of healing, she didn't feel as much pain as before. Seeing him leave after stitching, she sat up suddenly.

"Doctor, how long will it take for my injury to heal?"

The ghost doctor turned around, glanced lightly at the lingering smoke, and said, "This place is full of yin, if you heal your wounds here for a long time, you will be healed within a month."

Watching his leaving back, Qiao Wan lay down after a moment of silence.

There is one more month.

Her family was in a panic.

Qiao Guan was so worried that his brows were knotted until a dark shadow was under the bedside cover.

Uncle Zheng pulled out a small bench and sat down beside her, and then said earnestly, "Little Guanzi, Uncle Zheng has something to discuss with you."

Qiao Wan glanced at him, wondering if he didn't have enough money?So he also sat up and said, "Awan, do you still want to reincarnate?"

Qiao Wan froze for a moment, then nodded, of course she wanted to reincarnate.

Uncle Zheng patted her on the shoulder: "I inquired about a good family a few days ago. The fortune is excellent, and you are the only child in your life, if you are reincarnated as their child, you will surely have smooth sailing and be pampered."

Qiao Wan was silent for a while, then asked, "I still have a year left?"

Uncle Zheng sighed: "Silly boy, you have also worked here before, so you naturally understand how difficult it is to wait for a good family, and only those who have accumulated good deeds in their previous lives have this kind of blessing... You... You are good!" Think about it, after all, you may not have this kind of opportunity in a year, and if you miss it once, you may have to wait for at least a year or half a year, or at most two to 30 years."

Qiao Wan remained silent. In fact, as soon as the winter solstice passed, she would have less than a year left, and another spring, summer, autumn and winter would be the time when she would leave.

"I... I'll think about it again."

She lowered her eyes and pondered, if she agreed to Uncle Zheng's suggestion, then her reincarnation would be born next year. Counting the years, Fu Tianlang will only be [-] years old in [-] years. She can find him again, but...

Qiao Wan pursed her lips, and her heart moved slightly. When her body and appearance became another person, another girl or boy he didn't know, would he still like her like now?

Uncle Zheng stood up slowly, cleaned up the table and went out to work. When he left, he said: "Think carefully, as the saying goes, there is no such shop after passing this village. If you think about it, just tell me." , I will save the seat for you, and when the injury is healed, I will immediately arrange for you to reincarnate."

The sky gradually cleared up, and the original gray weather turned blue like washes, with white clouds drifting past, but the haze in the hearts of the whole family could not be shaken away.

Father Qiao limped into the ward, looked at his little daughter who had been in a coma for six days, and there was a vicissitudes of life on his face.

Qiao's mother sat on the side with dull eyes, and there were tears that had dried up in the corners of her eyes.

"What's wrong with Ah Wan? Why is it always like this?" She cried again while she was talking, covering her face and sobbing in a "woo hoo".

Qiao Li stood aside and patted her on the back, and said, "Mom, let's go down to eat first, maybe Ah Wan will wake up soon."

"Eat! All I know is to eat!" Qiao's mother's eyes were dazed, and she complained.

A trace of embarrassment flickered in Qiao Li's eyes, obviously hurt by Qiao's mother's words.

After all, they are both sisters, and she was also sad when Qiao Wan had an accident. Wouldn't she be in a hurry to see her in a coma and rely on intravenous drips every day?But Qiao's father and Qiao's mother seemed to think that she caused it. Although they didn't expose it explicitly, they always expressed their dissatisfaction with her unintentionally.

"Okay, let's eat first, A-Lang, are you coming too?" Father Qiao stood at the door to smooth things over, and as soon as he spoke, the eyes of the three of them immediately focused on the man beside the bed.

Fu Tianlang sat silently beside the bed, clasping the girl's fingers tightly, his whole body was as cold and stiff as a sculpture that had just been carved.

"Ah Lang?"

Father Qiao called him again, frowning and looking at his sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes. Ever since Qiao Wan fell into a coma, this man has been sleepless for six days.

He didn't even want to drink water. If this went on like this, Father Qiao was afraid that he would collapse.

"Let's go downstairs and have something to eat with Uncle Qiao. If you are so tidy, what if Ah Wan wakes up and you collapse?"

Father Qiao stretched out his hand to grab him, but the other party turned sideways slowly at this moment, just a look made the country old man withdraw his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

The curtains were opened wide, and warm sunlight came in, but even the soft light could not melt away the man's sharp and cold silhouette.

Pursing his lips, the evil spirits on his body poured out continuously, and the amount was huge until it permeated the entire space.

Father Qiao's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to touch him casually anymore. Although they were mortals and couldn't see the black mist at all, the chill that was almost penetrating into the bones still made people shudder uncontrollably.

"No need." He looked cold, and turned his head after saying this, still staring at the girl on the bed for a moment.

Qiao's father also looked at Qiao Wan's pale face. As the head of the family, he needs to appease his daughter and wife, but he is also a father. Now, as a father, he is actually most worried about this. The little girl never woke up again.

"Listen to Uncle Qiao, why don't you eat something?" Father Qiao persuaded, but after a long time no response from the other party, he simply followed Mother Qiao and Qiao Li downstairs, intending to bring him a boxed lunch.

But in the afternoon, the boxed lunch brought by Joe's father had been left on the table, let alone eaten, he hadn't even unpacked it.

A few more days passed, but Qiao Wan still didn't wake up.

She didn't wake up, so he just watched over her, but he was an ordinary person who needed to eat, and he kept on sleeping until the tenth day. He finally reached the limit, his vision gradually became blurred, and then his upper body suddenly fell on her. The side lost consciousness.

He once said that she lives, he lives; she dies, he dies.

To her, he will never break his promise.

And when he was dying, he seemed to have wandered between the Huangquan Road, and went round and round until he came to a step made of piled stones.

The sound of the iron chain dragging echoed in his ears, he suddenly raised his head, and what came into view was a solemn half-arched red door.

On the left and right sides of the red door are long couplets carved with bricks, and above the spooky atmosphere is an old plaque with three large characters engraved in ancient fonts:

The gate of life and death!
(End of this chapter)