"Because he doesn't have your mobile phone number." My brother said to the point: "In his heart, he didn't take this seriously. You are still thin-skinned and don't say it. Do you expect a man like him to pay attention to his little daughter's thoughts all the time? Xiao Qiao, don't be too naive."

...I was speechless. It seems that my brother’s emotional experience is richer than mine.

We packed our luggage and drove to Shiquangou New Village again. We originally agreed to pick up Old Man Chen with us, after all, this wretched charlatan is a local snake.

But, he was actually in the hospital!

My mouth twitched, and I couldn't help but hold my forehead and said, "It's not that lady is going to give birth, right?"

My brother nodded with a dark face: "Old man Chen said he was unwilling to accept it and insisted on keeping the child born and doing paternity tests. He just started to borrow money from me!"

I sighed: "How much do you want, lend him."

"No, Xiao Qiao, you actually want to lend him?" My brother glared at me unexpectedly: "Don't you hate him very much?"

"Well... I hate him because I think he has betrayed his wife; I also pity him and have blinded my heart for the sake of the children..."

I leaned against the window and watched the vehicles racing past outside.

Suddenly I regretted it a little.

We set off in a hurry and just called the hospital dad but couldn't see him.

The old man's mouth was even better than my brother. I saw that he made the doctor and nurse very happy. He was so godly that he didn't care about the white hair on his temples at all.

My dad is only in his forties. After lying down for a few months, he looks like he is ten years older.

My brother told me quietly that my dad actually didn't care about life and death at all. He lied to us that he was going back to his hometown, but he actually wanted to destroy the Ghost King together by destroying himself, but he failed when the Ghost King noticed it.

He doesn't care about life and death, because there is no one he loves in this world.

The great-grandfather was willing to harm his descendants and was reluctant to die because he was afraid that he would never find the person he loved again after death.

And I lost my virility and my heart and my heart.

Looking at the cold compassion in his eyes, the hope was that it would be unique in his eyes.

Even though I knew it was a luxury, I couldn't help but hope.

》》》

Shiquangou New Village is very big. I discovered it when I came last time. It was planned in a unified manner. The houses all look similar and it is difficult to find a way.

The road my brother was looking for using navigation was blocked, and a pile of scrap copper and iron blocked the path leading to the nursing home.

"Trough... is this to prevent reporters?" My brother got out of the car and looked at it, unable to drive the car in.

"Absolutely, something happened in the nursing home, and social public opinion criticized it. Regardless of whether there is any evidence or not, the family members don't want to make a statement because they will be stung and call it unfilial... Hey, brother, you can turn over here." I found a low wall.

My brother covered his face and said, "Ah... I actually took a pregnant woman to climb over the wall. I feel so guilty. Xiao Qiao, you have become bad for you, and you are getting wilder now!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" I laughed and threw my backpack at him.

Behind the wall is the path leading to the nursing home, and there is a pond on one side, full of moss and water plants, which looks disgusting with green and lush green.

Knocking at the iron door of the nursing home, a gloomy fat man opened the window, stared at us and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Let's come to see Mr. Kang. His son asked us to come and take a look at him and bring him some specialties." My brother said, while handing a few photos of Grandpa Mao in through the small window.

Seeing that my brother was so good at doing things, the fat man's face calmed down a little and said, "Now is not the time to visit--"

"It's convenient. We drove here and left soon." My brother stuffed a few more red tickets.

A smile appeared on the face full of flesh: "Okay, come in, there are too many people!"

"It's just us!" My brother pointed at me.

The fat man squinted his eyes and looked at me, opened the iron door, and the rusty door shaft made me feel goosebumps.

The nursing home was filled with yin energy, so I secretly took out the small compass and looked at it.

The pointer trembled restlessly and swayed slightly, and moved for a distance from left to right. It seemed that there was a ghost here, maybe the old man who died suddenly, was still wandering here and not sent away.

"Little sister, what are you looking at..." The fat man's fat big face suddenly stretched out from my shoulders.

I was so scared that I hugged the compass in front of my chest, walked away and asked, "Where is my brother?"

"...Aren't you here to visit Mr. Kang? Your brother has already entered the house." He pointed to a room on his right hand.

The atmosphere here is not right. There is an old lady in a wheelchair under the big banyan tree. Her muddy eyes are staring at me, her fingers are trembling, and her shriveled mouth is opened to me.

She seemed to have something to say.

The fat guard stared at me with a smirk, and his fat face made him feel disgusted.

The old lady under the big banyan tree took advantage of the fat man's guard's care and raised her two thin hands as thin as claws and made a gesture in front of me.

I was shocked, this is someone in the circle!

She was wearing a string of handmade wooden beads. If I guessed correctly, it was made of peach wood and had many runes carved.

I wanted to walk to the old lady, but the fat guard actually stopped me, and he tried to rub me on purpose with his belly!

"Little sister, don't run around. The old people here like quietness. Don't disturb them to rest." The fat man smiled and said, "Why go to the guard room to sit for a while? I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"No, I'll stay by myself." I firmly walked around him and walked towards the old lady in the wheelchair.

When she passed by her, she suddenly asked, "Girl, do you know what I do?"

I held my backpack, lowered my head and pretended to pack up, and whispered: "I know, look at the peach wood skewers in your hands, are you a witch who is walking in the dark, right?"

"Hmph... I have some eyesight." The old lady didn't move, but her voice came from her abdomen.

She can actually speak ventriloquism!

What we often call monks, Taoists, and those who specialize in yin are one of the "vulgar" ones.

They can burn talismans and communicate with ghosts, let a ghost in the underworld come to their bodies, explain to their families, and then return to the underworld to be punished or reincarnated.

"You can feel it, girl? Look at which female disciple you are holding the compass, right?" she whispered in a ventriloquy.

"...What do you know?" I asked in a low voice.

She shook her whole body, her eyes were dissipated, and she said tremblingly: "A Yin person told me that someone deceived them and said that if you pull out half of the soul, you can live forever. Those old people who died were all survivors of the Huangdao Village. They were retaliated! The karma of those years... was coming to seek souls!"

I frowned. The occupational disease of these witches is that they speak intermittently and always avoid the key points perfectly.
Chapter completed!