At the dinner table, Huang Ranzhu gave Zhang Xue a food, and looked at her disgusting look and felt speechless.

Zhang Xue was a little angry, angry about what Mo Qing said, and she took a few bites of food and put down her chopsticks and said, "Mom, Xue'er is full, Xue'er is going to sleep."

Huang Ranzhu nodded, knowing that Zhang Xue was angry with Mo Qing, but he still had to listen to Mo Qing's words.

As the sun sets, people in the town come and go, and the sound of buying and selling starts. In front of the house, several old people were playing chess, thinking about how to get the other person.

This excitement is only at the head of the town, but at the end of the town, it is deserted. The shops are closed. A gust of wind blows, and a gust of sand and dust fills the sky.

Mo Qing walked along the road, glanced at the closed shops on both sides, and walked without touching the ground.

In Zhang San's house, Zhang Xijing took out a steamed bun and ate it slowly. Watching the sunset, it took several hours. It was midnight to Zhang San's first seventh night.

The door creaked slowly, and Mo Qing walked in across the threshold, carrying a roast chicken and a pot of wine, walked to the mourning hall, glanced at Zhang San's coffin, and then looked at Zhang Xijing who was gnawing on steamed buns. He placed the roast chicken and wine on the table and sat on the Grand Master's chair.

After eating the steamed buns, Zhang Xijing looked at the roast chicken in front of him, opened the lid of the pot, smelled it, it was osmanthus wine, and grinned and said, "Son-in-law, is this for me?"

Mo Qing nodded, watched Zhang Xijing eat, and continued, "Passing by a green grave, you can eat it well, it's rare that the little devil is full of love."

I just thought this son-in-law was good, but when I heard this, my face turned dark. Forget it, it would be enough to fill my stomach. Zhang Xijing thought so and comforted himself.

Mo Qing smiled slightly and gradually restrained her breath and hid it to avoid scaring away other ghosts.

Zhang Xijing was full and drank enough. There were only chicken bones and empty wine bottles left on the table. He picked up the gossip mirror and started to count the time.

Mahua walked on the street, looking at the deserted street, feeling relieved, but she was worried that something was coming out. Zhang San's tragic death became a thorn in his heart. In the future, he had to pull the baby himself. This family lost its main trunk. How can he live in the future! There are old people and young people above, and the family of five or six... the more they think about it, the more they feel miserable, and sighed.

When I returned to my home again, I always felt like I was getting cold. Mahua looked at the faded wooden door, hesitated for a moment, and pushed the door open and walked in.

When Zhang Xijing heard the sound, he looked up at the door and saw a figure coming over. It was Zhang San's wife, Mahua.

Mahua walked into the house and saw that Zhang Xijing was the only one. She was a little disappointed. She thought she could see the Zhang family son-in-law Mo Qing whom she saw last time. She smiled and said, "It's just Brother Zhang!" Her eyes swept across every corner of the ancestral hall, but she didn't see the tall and cold figure.

Zhang Xijing nodded, there was only one person here, and another one was a ghost, not a human, and said, "My sister, please watch tonight. This is Zhang San's first seventh, don't be afraid."

Mahua nodded, put down the bamboo basket, took out the incense, candles, and incense paper inside, and some underworld objects, put on a white turban and put on a coat, kneeled in front of the spirit card, and measured his emotions. Suddenly, he screamed and started crying.

It scared Zhang Xijing, then calmed her expression and stood beside her as if nothing had happened.
Chapter completed!