The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 388 Marry a chicken and follow the chicken, marry a dog and follow the dog (1)
The boy was stunned for a moment, since the business came, he had no reason to push it away.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the snowflakes that had finally stopped began to float down intermittently.

Seeing this, the young man hurriedly picked up the little black umbrella and was about to open it for her: "It's snowing, I'll help you open it, and you and this gentleman will hold it back later."

Hearing this, Qiao Wan, who was still smiling just now, suddenly changed his face, and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, don't, I'll just open it myself."

The young man was very puzzled: "Don't be polite to me, I'm just your guest today, it's just a matter of little effort."

"No, no." Qiao Guan muttered, and without waiting for his response, he snatched the black umbrella, put it under his arm, and took Fu Tianlang away.

"Hey!"

The young man watched the two walk away, and scratched his hair in confusion. In the next second, when he saw the woman approaching Qiao Wan, his face froze, and he lowered his head to pack his things in a disheveled manner. gone.

The sound of the wheels of the car rang from time to time on the street. A neighbor who was familiar with Qiao's mother stopped the two of them while people were coming and going.

While whispering in her ear, the woman looked at the leaving figure of the young man with distaste.

"Awan, what did you buy with that crazy boy?"

Qiao Guan suddenly turned around, blinked and said, "Umbrella."

Sister-in-law Liu frowned: "How can you buy his stuff? Listen to sister-in-law, throw it away quickly, it's not clean."

Qiao Wan stopped and looked at her strangely: "Why?"

Sister-in-law Liu shook her head, looked at the young man's leaving back, and said with a look of disgust, "Do you still remember that old lady named Xu?"

"Remember." Qiao Wan thought for a while, she did know that there was an old witch in the town, but she didn't know her last name.

"A few years ago, that old witch picked up a coffin from somewhere, the coffin...do you know what it is?"

Qiao Wan nodded. She had heard that babies born in coffins, usually after the death of a pregnant woman, the fetus is forced out of the body due to the oppression of a large amount of putrid gas in the pregnant woman's abdominal cavity. Most of them are stillbirths, but there are many exceptions.

However, this kind of exception is very rare, almost a one-in-a-million chance. After all, the so-called coffin son is the son of ghosts and gods handpicked by the King of Hades. But a person who can easily influence the times.

"Yes, yes, that... the boy who came out of the body of a dead person. He is a dead person. How wicked. If you get close to him, you will be in bad luck." Sister-in-law Liu continued.

"Oh...how is the old goddess?" Qiao Wan asked.

"I died of illness a few years ago. When I died, I didn't even have any relatives beside that crazy boy. Alas... It's very pitiful to say the least, but Awan, he is pitiful. The coffin is unlucky. If you never Who knows if there are any lonely souls and wild ghosts in it?" Sister-in-law Liu curled her lips, swept Qiao Wan's body deliberately, and then asked with a sullen expression, "Awan, what are you doing from him?" Where is the umbrella you bought?"

Qiao Guan followed her gaze to look under her armpits, knowing that Mrs. Liu couldn't see it, she smiled indifferently and said, "No, I've already thrown it away."

Sister-in-law Liu breathed a sigh of relief: "Just throw it away. His family lives on Shilipo in the next village. If you have nothing to do, don't go there. Ouch...Look at my memory, this is the sausage that our family pickled. You take some back to eat, other places don’t have this taste.”

Qiao Guan's eyes lit up immediately when he heard it, and after he hurriedly accepted it, he gave another pack of cat ears to the other party, and then got on the wooden cart and went home.

The small wooden wheel ran over the pebbles and bumped along the way, and the two left the market.

"Brother Lang, are you tired?" Qiao Wan dragged her cheeks, sat on the small bench and looked at him sideways.

Fu Tianlang didn't raise his eyes: "I'm not tired."

The snowflakes were still floating, Qiao Wan didn't know why he became "bored" again, and played with the tattered black umbrella by himself.

Coffin...

No wonder he can see things in the underworld, because he was born with yin and yang eyes.

"What is this?" Fu Tianlang pushed the wooden cart, looked at her seriously for a while and asked.

"Soul Hook Umbrella." She picked up a piece of cat's ear, threw it into her mouth and bit it "crackling".

Fu Tianlang narrowed his eyes.

Qiao Guan didn't look at him, and explained directly: "It's also one of the magical weapons of the evil spirit. If ordinary people open this umbrella, their souls will be taken away soon."

It's just that the magical artifacts in this underworld are all reported and applied for by the superiors. Each errand is allocated according to the position, and the quota is limited. If there is any loss, it is not as simple as compensation according to the price.

Which daredevil is it, who can even lose the guy who eats?

Qiao Wan put away the black umbrella, and suddenly wanted to meet this colleague. She didn't have good intentions, nor did she occasionally have nothing to do to do good things. It's just a felony to lose a magic weapon. Now that she finds it, she might sell one. Nice favor?

She touched her chin, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt right.

But when the wooden cart rolled onto the small stone road, the atmosphere seemed to be silent again.

Silently glancing at Fu Tianlang's gloomy face, she leaned over and fed him a crispy cat's ear.

He chewed and swallowed without refusing, but still said nothing.

"What?" Qiao Wan was stunned, the food didn't work, so she rubbed him with her hand.

"It's nothing." His gaze swept over her face lightly. Although the dark face was still expressionless, Qiao Wan faced him day and night, and they were a couple who slept on the same bed every day. How could she not notice it? to his emotions?
This boring bastard, he still said that he didn't have it, but he obviously did.

She sighed, and simply put down the half-eaten snacks, deciding to appease her husband first.

Fu Tianlang's soft and small body suddenly turned over, and Fu Tianlang was stunned for a moment, looking down at the girl who was hugging him coquettishly.

"Sit down." Although his brows were still furrowed, his complexion softened a bit the moment that delicate little body was pressed against him.

"Holding it like this is very warm." Qiao Wan is like a piece of dog skin plaster with its own glue, once wrapped, it can never be torn apart.

Fu Tianlang sighed softly: "Wanwan, you are already my wife."

Qiao Wan blinked, tilted his head up, and agreed in a doggy way: "Well, my husband..."

His heart softened: "But now you are an official ghost messenger, do you have any missions on weekdays?"

Qiao Wan was a little surprised. After all, he rarely asked her about the underworld, but now he suddenly mentioned...

She thought about it, and replied honestly: "Maybe there are, but I'm just a small fish and shrimp in the underworld, I think...the higher up probably forgot about me, so I haven't received the task. "

He pondered for a long time, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you not need to go back to the underworld to report on weekdays?"

(End of this chapter)