Ghost husband and domineering: waiting for you to be reincarnated

Chapter 443 Wooden Box
For several days in a row, I was thinking about this matter.

Originally, there was a lot of work to do, and I didn't have a good rest for a few days, so I lost a lot of weight.

Even Zhu Zidan noticed that I was abnormal and called me over after dinner.

"Is there something wrong with you?" he asked.

Zhu Zidan behind the kerosene lamp looked very depressed.I already knew about his situation, and it was only because his grandfather was a Mr. Yin Yang that someone caught him by the pigtails.

In the past, I didn't know why the Zhu family was so rich when I was a child, but later I found out that his grandfather's ability is to show people the private house.

I am a rural person, and I really believe in this set, but I can't understand it. How can I overturn the taboo when I look at a private house.Humans, who doesn’t live, grow old, get sick and die, no matter it’s useful or not, at least the living people want their relatives to be buried in peace and live in a dignified way, isn’t this human nature?
But at this time, all feudal superstitions will be overthrown, and looking at feng shui in the yin house is of course no exception.

Therefore, Zhu Zidan naturally became a figure on the cusp.He didn't do anything, but he became a target for what his grandfather did.

The Zhu family used to be rich because of Zhu Zidan's grandfather, but now they are almost ruined because of his grandfather.

This is fate, you never know what will happen tomorrow.

"I... I have nothing", I wiped the desk.

Recently, Zhu Zidan's health is also very bad. He often coughs and bleeds at night, and occasionally vomits on the desk.

He is a clean person, especially when it comes to desks, so I always clean them up for him.

But for his question, I really don't want to answer.

If it was before, I would have asked him to borrow money without hesitation, even if I worked all my life to pay him back, I would be willing.But now...he doesn't have any money left, so what's the use of my talking?
I have to figure it out on my own.

Zhu Zidan sighed. On such a night, his sigh was like that of a dying person.

But in fact he is younger than me, not yet forty.

It's all because of the day and night criticism. His whole body has collapsed.

Zhu Zidan paused and stood up.

I quickly supported him, his body is as weak as a big girl now, even a gust of wind can blow him down.

"Where are you going? I'll help you with whatever you need." I asked him.

Zhu Zidan waved his hand and pushed me away.

I had no choice but to hold the lamp with my backhand and just help him go.Zhu Zidan asked me to support him, but he walked upstairs to a room.

This room used to be his grandfather's.After the old man left, he locked it up until now.I have also lived in Zhu's house for a while, but I have never been inside.

My heart skipped a beat for no reason, not because of anything else but because I remembered what his grandpa did.

A Mr. Yin Yang, even if he has already gone, will still make people feel a little awe from the bottom of their hearts.

It's been a while since I came to Zhu's house, but I haven't entered this room yet.The room is usually locked, even when it is cleaned, it is deliberately skipped.

This seems to be the deepest secret of the Zhu family, and no one has ever entered it.

Even those who came to criticize and fight against Zhu Zidan every day, they secretly took away a lot of things from the Zhu family, but no one had ever dared to enter this room.

Standing in front of the door of this room, I even trembled a little.It was a mixture of fear and excitement, and I couldn't even tell myself whether I wanted to go in or not.

"You, what are you doing here?" I asked, and found that my voice was trembling.

Zhu Zidan didn't speak, obviously his heart was very heavy.But he took out a key from his pocket, which confirmed my guess that he really planned to go into this room.

So, what's in the room?

My heart was pounding. I knew it was impossible, but I imagined in my mind that there was an eye-catching tiger hidden in the house.Maybe, as soon as the door is opened, it will jump out and eat people.

"Are you afraid?" The key in Zhu Zidan's hand had already been inserted into the lock, but he suddenly turned around and asked me.

I reflexively said, "No, how can I be afraid?"

Zhu Zidan is not afraid of such a soft and weak person, why should I be afraid?It didn't make sense when I was young.

Xu could see what I was thinking from my expression, Zhu Zidan understood and even smiled.

I really don't understand how he can still laugh at such a time.

But it's not easy to ask, because I actually slapped my face to pretend to be fat.If you want to ask me if I am really not afraid, I will say without hesitation that it is false.

The door was finally opened by him.

There was a smell of dust and mildew coming from it, which couldn't be helped, since the house was, after all, made of wood.

A room that has not been in for a long time will inevitably have some dust and smell.

The light from the kerosene lamp also seemed to be tentative, and only a little bit of light came in, reflecting the outline of a door.

"come in."

Zhu Zidan is the one who is really not afraid, because he knows what's inside.

I nodded, holding the lamp in one hand and supporting Zhu Zidan in the other, and walked in.

When he walked in, I could understand the furnishings in this room.

There are no big tigers, and there are no monsters and ghosts.The only thing that is special is that there are a few pieces of talisman paper pasted on the head of the bed, but they have all been damp and faded to an almost whitish color.

In addition, everything in this room can be said to be very ordinary.At least I don't see anything special about it.

It's a pity that so many people dare not come in, but if you really have to come and have a look, you will know that this is just a room.

I had completely relaxed, then looked at Zhu Zidan and said, "Why are you here?"

Zhu Zidan glanced at me, but bent down, and rummaged under the wardrobe next to the bed to find something.

Seeing that he didn't speak and was only looking for something, I passed the lamp over.

In the darkness, this lamp shone on Zhu Zidan, and his lonely shadow fell on the ground, like a vagabond begging outside.

In a trance, I realized that he was just a down and out person.It's just as poor as me.

But... there are still some differences. Even if Zhu Zidan is down and out, he is still a cultural person who has read poetry and books.

And I'm a rough person.

While thinking about it, Zhu Zidan had already found what he was looking for.

When he stood up again, I saw a wooden box in his hand.

(End of this chapter)