The reborn cute wife is a ghost

Chapter 63 The Little Ghost's Revenge

Qiao Wan was startled, and his finger was poked by the knitting needle, but he didn't care about the pain, and said in a secretive way: "No, I didn't knit anything."

Mother Qiao knocked on her note, but didn't ask any more questions.

A few days later, Qiao Wan's gloves were finally woven. The men's gloves were also made of dark brown cashmere wool, and the oversized gloves were obviously not for Father Qiao.

That evening, Qiao Wan propped her chin and waited in the yard again. When the tall figure appeared in front of her eyes on time, she thought about it, hesitated for a long time, and finally leaned forward.

"Brother Lang."

"En." Fu Tianlang took off the medicine basket on his shoulder, and responded calmly.

Qiao Guan stared at his cold side face, and spoke to him in a low voice: "The weather is cold recently..."

He responded again, and lowered his head to pack the herbs in the basket.

Qiao Guan rubbed his hands, thought for a long time before saying: "You go up the mountain to cut firewood, without gloves, it is easy to get hurt by the wooden thorns?"

After being silent for a while, Fu Tianlang raised his eyes slowly.

Qiao Wan saw that his complexion was a little slow, and he handed over the knitted gloves slowly: "This... I originally wove it for Dad, who knows that the weaving has grown, if you don't mind..."

She raised her eyes to peek at him, stared at the man's expressionless face, her heart pounded, and she retracted her outstretched hand: "Oh... forget it, forget it, I'll tear it down and weave it again... "

"I want it." His eyes flickered slightly, and his originally chilly breath seemed to relax a bit.

"Ah?" Qiao Wan raised his head stupidly before he could react.

He pursed his lips, his face was no longer as cold as before.

"I want."

Looking at each other, Qiao Wan squatted for a long time, lowered his head and said "oh", then handed him the gloves, watched him put them on like a baby, and murmured, "You look so good wearing them."

He nodded, his deep eyes softened obviously.

Qiao Guan stared at the back of him entering the kitchen, his heart was beating wildly. In the next few days, he really suppressed the aura of not getting close to strangers, and became kind to her again. Even though he still didn't talk much, he had already It was no longer just a perfunctory "en, yes, yes", seeing her again, there was even more warmth in her eyes than before.

But after a few more days, Qiao Wan realized belatedly one night, how could she care so much about him in her life?In the past, she didn't care whether he was angry or not, but now she couldn't help caring, caring about his every move, and his occasional emotions.

When Qiao Guan was eating in the morning, he heard Qiao's mother talking about it. Recently, Zhan Fei didn't know what happened to him. He was unlucky. He had an accident as soon as he went out. Either the flower pot was almost smashed or he fell into the pit. Lose a little life.

Later, Dad Zhan didn't even set up a stall, and stayed at home all day long to guard him. If he didn't set up a stall, where would he get money for food?So after Zhan Fei recovered from his injury, Father Zhan pushed the wooden cart out again.

Unexpectedly, when he came back in the evening when closing the stall, what he faced was a strangely quiet room. Father Zhan went into the house anxiously to find his son, but just as he pushed open the door, a faint gust of wind came rushing towards him. fishy sweet...

Father Zhan, who is used to slaughtering pigs, knew the smell of blood immediately.

Horrified, he rushed into the house.

It was not yet dark at this hour, but the room was dark. The thick curtains were drawn tightly, and a slit was exposed, and a ray of light slanted in, reflected on the boy's back, and could be vaguely seen. his arm.

I saw that he stretched out one arm, holding an art knife in his hand, and like a madman, he stabbed up and down his wrist, cutting one knife at a time, although each knife was not too heavy, but the cuts were bloody and bloody. Blood dripping.

Father Zhan was stunned at that moment, his face turned pale and his lips turned purple, he took a long time to rush up and swing his knife away, then he looked at Zhan Fei looking up expressionlessly, his heart was even more gloomy .

Then he didn't dare to stay for even a second, and ran to the hospital with his son in his arms.

It was only evening, and the sky over the small town was already covered by dark clouds, and the place was filled with darkness. The hot and sweltering weather seemed to be about to rain.

When the nurse bandaged Zhan Fei properly, the boy who was still in a daze just now finally woke up. He raised his head, his eyes were covered with confusion: "Dad, what's wrong with me?"

Father Zhan wanted to scold him, but seeing his weird appearance, his tongue was so frightened that he couldn't speak anymore.

It's broken, could it be that his son was bewitched?

Now Father Zhan dare not leave at will, guarding him every day, not setting up the stall, temporarily putting aside all the livelihood of the family, and only relying on the savings from the past, although this is not a long-term solution, but fortunately Zhan Fei The situation is indeed gradually improving.

This day Qiao Wan came to deliver his homework again, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw this man playing games in high spirits.

Qiao Wan glanced at the gauze in his hand, then turned her head and glanced at "A Ling" not far away, feeling worried in her heart, she was sure that "A Ling" was responsible for all the crimes that Zhan Fei suffered before, but Facing this brat, Qiao Wan frowned.

She could see him, but what was the use?It's nothing more than scaring myself, and there is nothing I can do to get them back.

Qiao Wan handed the homework to Zhan Fei, and listened to him complaining there. He hadn't been able to go out for dozens of days, and his ass was almost moldy. He was about to discuss with Qiao Wan about the two of them secretly going out to play, but she sternly refused. .

"No, you can't go out."

Zhan Fei angrily lost the game console, got into the bed and muttered something, Qiao Wan ignored him, but couldn't help but glance at "A Ling" again when he left. She was so startled that she stopped suddenly.

Standing under the eaves, she rubbed her eyes, thinking that she was wrong. Why did she feel that "A Ling"'s body seemed to be more transparent than before?

And when the latter received her gaze and jumped off the eaves to rush towards her, Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned around and ran towards home.

Fortunately, "A Ling"'s original intention was to frighten her, and he didn't chase too far, but Qiao Wan walked halfway, and a flash of light seemed to flash in his mind, and he suddenly understood his strange behavior.

Before the little ghost takes shape, it needs to be fed by the host. There are many methods, but the simplest one is to feed it with blood. But now "A Ling" has received Zhao Changsheng's order and cannot return until it is completed. Without blood, his body will become weaker and weaker...even disappear.

Qiao Guan's heart trembled, and he believed that the little ghost knew this too, so he should be anxious recently, if he didn't kill Zhan Fei, he might end up with nothing but ghosts.

After figuring this out, Qiao Wan was worried all day long. Could it be that she could only watch Zhan Fei let the kid get killed?
But before she could think it through clearly, the next day, there was the noise of a large truck honking outside the house.

Qiao Wan poked his head out to look, and at this glance, he met Li Junbao's eyes.

He jumped off the truck, and after three years of seeing each other, he changed from his previous thinness and frailty to a tall and beautiful boy.

Qiao Wan felt that although this person was full of bad taste, but fortunately his face was not bad, so he couldn't help but look at him more.

I still remember that three years ago, Li Junbao left this small town as soon as he graduated from elementary school. I heard that he entered a key middle school in the city.

At the same time, Li Junbao was also looking her up and down. He looked at her slightly silly facial features, and at the dirty and old clothes on her body, and snorted coldly: "What are you looking at, country bumpkin."

With a sound of "snap", Qiao Guan's slight affection for him just now fell to the ground again because of his words, shattered into pieces.

Pursing her lips, she ignored him, closed the door and planned to go back into the house.

"Qiao Lao San." Li Junbao held the door panel to prevent her from closing it, glanced at her small head, and his eyes lit up, "Why have you become so short?"

Qiao Wan's face was full of black lines, and he held back his temper and asked, "What are you doing back here?"

Li Junbao: "Come back to deal with the real estate. My mother said that I will sell the house in my hometown in a few days, and we plan to transport those antiques back to the villa in the city to display... By the way, you haven't seen the villa yet, have you? If you have the opportunity, you can come to my house to play, so that you can increase your knowledge."

Qiao Wan didn't pay attention, and glanced at the stone chain on his wrist. It seems that Li Junbao won't come back after leaving this time?

She was overjoyed, just in time, out of sight, out of sight.

Noticing her gaze, Li Junbao thought she was interested in his watch, and said with a smile, "What are you looking at? This is what my dad brought back from Germany. It's XX brand. The price of this watch alone can buy you all." My house, what, what do you want? If you ask me, I will give it to you. "

Qiao Wan didn't say a word, she lowered her head and thought for a while, then asked: "Um... the old house you lived in before, did you invite someone to perform rituals recently?"

Li Junbao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, that house has been vacant for many years, and it will be sold together this time...Why are you asking this?"

Qiao Wan was silent for a moment, but did not reply.

When she passed by that haunted house earlier, she could no longer feel the resentment inside, so she always thought that the Li family had hired some expert to perform rituals. If there was such a person, he might be able to save Zhan Fei and said indefinite?

Qiao Wan lowered his head in thought, and directly regarded Li Junbao as transparent, just as he was about to close the door, he heard him say, "Do you want it or not?"

Qiao Wan raised his eyes with an "ah", but didn't understand what he meant: "What do you want?"

Li Junbao was taken aback for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Watch."

Qiao Guan frowned, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. She lacked interest, and said "I don't want sick things that are sick", she closed the door and entered the house.

Li Junbao was left standing at the door in a daze, and it took him a while to react.

Damn girl scolding!
The next afternoon, Qiao Wan didn't run up the mountain after school, but went to Li's old house.

Qiao Guan lingered at the door for a while, the quaint house, above the tiles had already changed from the cloudy clouds before to the warm yellow sunset, and when she got closer, the original yin energy had disappeared, and what appeared in front of her now was nothing but An ordinary old house.

Qiao Guan stood at the door for a while, and then walked towards the nearby houses. She grew up in this small town, and those grandparents all recognized her.

After Qiao Guan inquired, he found out that more than half a year ago, an old monk from Qingpu Temple passed by here, and the old lady gave him a bowl of porridge, and saw him sitting in front of Li's house for a while with the porridge , I didn't know what to say, and I didn't know what to say, and I never saw him again after the incident.

Qiao Guan was also drinking the porridge given by his grandma, smacking his small mouth, patiently listening to the words, and then went home without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)