At first glance, these envelopes may not seem like anything special, but if you look closely, the color of these envelopes is a faint cyan.

Inside each envelope was something black, like some kind of animal skin.

This is the ghost skin!

It's a real ghost skin!

In other words, it is the human skin after becoming a ghost!

When a person dies and becomes a ghost, the human skin of the corpse he left in the yang world can be made into a ghost skin.

Ghost skin green paper letter, this kind of letter is borrowed for life!

An envelope, borrowing a year of life.

These at least dozens of envelopes are enough to borrow people's lifespan!

No wonder Aunt Miao's son has not been infected with any evil cults, nor has he been cursed by anyone, but his lifespan has been exhausted, and it turns out that he was borrowed from his life.

In the world of metaphysics, few people will use ghost skin green paper letters, because this kind of letter cannot be borrowed by anyone's life.

It can only borrow the lives of those who are related to it!

So I can be very sure that the person who borrowed Aunt Miao's son's life is the one who sent Aunt Miao's ghost-skin green paper letter, that is, Aunt Miao's husband!

The father borrowed his son's life, no wonder he didn't come back for ten years, what face did he dare to come back?

This father is really not human.

"What's wrong with the lad?" Aunt Miao looked at me and said.

I gradually came back to my senses, looked at Aunt Miao's eyes with more sympathy, and said, "It's okay, Aunt Miao's envelopes are burned, and keeping them will also take up space." ”

Ghost skin green paper letter, this kind of envelope is too heavy, and it is easy to attract evil worship when placed around, the reason why Aunt Miao has not encountered any major events so far may be related to her worship of Bao Ma Xian.

But even if this Bao Ma Xian is re-spiritual, these ghost skin green paper letters are still burned.

"Young man, you don't understand, I'll keep these envelopes forever, I have a thought." Aunt Miao took these envelopes back and held them in her arms, her face soft.

When I saw this, I felt an indescribable discomfort in my heart.

Aunt Miao's husband killed his son, but Aunt Miao was still infatuated with him.

I really wanted to tell Aunt Miao the truth about everything, but I didn't say it for a long time.

Even if I say it, Aunt Miao may not believe it, and I can't change the fact that his son is dead.

Of course, I thought in my heart that if one day I could meet Aunt Miao's husband who was inferior to pigs and dogs, I would definitely make him pay the price.

After learning the truth, I didn't disturb Aunt Miao, but went back to the room.

Wu Manzhu was still asleep, but I was depressed and couldn't sleep for a long time.

How can there be a father in the world who borrowed his son's life?

At this time, I suddenly looked at Wu Manzhu.

Her face, even when she sleeps, is still perfect, and there is not a trace of fault to find fault with.

But there was a doubt in my mind.

Just as I looked directly at Wu Manzhu's pretty face, her eyes suddenly opened again.

"What do you want to do?" Wu Manzhu said lightly.

I scared her out again.

"I—I didn't do anything...... I said in a hurry.

"Then why are you so close to me?" Wu Manzhu got up and looked directly at me.

That's when I realized that we were a little too close.

It's like peeking at someone else and being caught, I was a little embarrassed, but soon, I immediately changed the topic and said: "Aunt Miao's son died because someone borrowed his life, did you know when you walked in the shade during the day?" ”

Now that Wu Manzhu has gone to the underworld and paid the price of being injured, I think she must have known these things.

"Yes." Wu Manzhu nodded and admitted.

"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't shoot? Since you're not going to save him, what can I do with you? Not a waste of my saliva? Wu Manzhu said.

"It's not a question of whether I can save it or not, his life was borrowed from his father, even if I want to save it, I can't save it." But I was speechless.

But Wu Manzhu looked at me with strange eyes.

After half a ring, she said, "His life was not borrowed by his father. ”

Hearing Wu Manzhu's words, I was stunned.

Tease me? I can see it clearly, besides his father, who else will borrow the life of Aunt Miao's son? The only person who is related to him by blood is Aunt Miao except his father, is it possible that Aunt Miao borrowed it?

"Not his father? Who's that? I asked, frowning.

Wu Manzhu smiled and said, "You'll know tomorrow." ”

I looked at Wu Manzhu unpleasantly.

But Wu Manzhu didn't care about my eyes, but continued to retract the quilt, and said, "Don't be so close to me, you have to sleep in that corner, and then you are so close to me, I will think about me." ”

I rolled my eyes.

In the end, I lay down a few meters away from Wu Manzhu with full doubts.

A few hours later, it was dawn outside.

The village at the foot of Changbai Mountain is not big, and in one night, the news of Aunt Miao's son's death spread throughout the village.

Aunt Miao's son's mourning hall is in the compound of Aunt Miao's house, and many people from the village came to Aunt Miao's house to mourn on this day.

Wu Manzhu recovered very quickly, and the injury she suffered yesterday was almost recovered after sleeping for one night, so today, she and I helped Aunt Miao with her work.

Just like Aunt Miao told me last time, her son is very popular in the village, and many young people have come to mourn.

All morning, nothing major happened.

And just at noon, a young man suddenly found Aunt Miao.

This young man also came to mourn in the morning, and he was a friend of Aunt Miao's son.

I only heard him say: "Aunt Miao, look who is coming!" ”

After speaking, he pointed to the door of the compound.

Wu Manzhu and I put down the dishes and chopsticks in our hands at the same time and looked over.

This is a middle-aged man who is slightly blessed, and next to the middle-aged man, there is also a little boy on the side.

Just when I was surprised, Aunt Miao had already rushed over excitedly.

"Iron pillars! How did you get back? ”

Aunt Miao hugged the man directly.

I was taken aback.

Iron pillars?

This man is Aunt Miao's husband?

He's back? He killed his own son, and he still has the face to come to his son's mourning hall?

However, at this moment, I suddenly turned my attention to the little boy held by the middle-aged man.

The little boy was about eight or nine years old, and his face was sickly sallow.

It was at this moment that I suddenly saw something in this little boy's body.

In an instant, my hands and feet were cold.

I looked at Wu Manzhu on the side and remembered what she said last night.

It wasn't Aunt Miao's husband who borrowed Aunt Miao's son's life, it was really not him......

It was the little boy he was holding who borrowed the life of Aunt Miao's son!

Or rather,

It was his son who had taken the life of his other son!