Zhang Changji suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, raised his leg to lift Xia Xiaoyu aside, and then pulled off the hemp rope around his neck indiscriminately, panting heavily: "You, you want to strangle me?" ”

Xia Xiaoyu climbed onto the kang as if sleepwalking, and read in his mouth: "Da Luo Jin Xian Rongyu, the disciple can't strangle this beast today, and he didn't catch it for the dead ghost to ask the master for forgiveness, and the disciple will think about it again." ”

After speaking, he leaned back and fell asleep.

Zhang Changji got up, and through the cold silver moonlight shining in from the window, the more he looked at Xia Xiaoyu, who was standing on the kang, the more frightened he became, this woman was not only insane, she was simply crazy, she was actually looking for a replacement for the dead ghost, if she hadn't woken up, wouldn't she have been strangled to death by her!

Zhang Changji wiped his sweat and fled to the firewood stack in the courtyard to make do all night.

The next day, he developed a high fever.

On this day, Zhang Baogen didn't go back to work in the factory, and went in and out with the Ma family several times, his face was gloomy as if he had died of his father, and he was angry at first glance, but he didn't come in to trouble Xia Xiaoyu.

Xia Xiaoyu was so happy to lie on the kang and play a fan, his body was too weak, and his sweat never broke.

The jujube trees outside the window are full of green jujubes.

"Does my mother want to eat dates? I'll pick it. The big girl whispered.

"The dates are undercooked and I ate raw boils."

"When you bury it in the stove and cook it, you won't have boils."

"I'll wash your hair." Xia Xiaoyu Road.

"I'll wash it myself." The big girl got up and jumped off the kang and went to wash her hair with water.

In the courtyard, the iron-faced Ma brought in an old lady.

The old lady was of medium height, dressed in a green cloth shirt, with gray hair in a low bun at the back of her head, her skin dark and shining like the sun, and her eyebrows looked very charitable.

Xia Xiaoyu knew that this was Ma's concubine, that is, Zhang Baogen's sister-in-law Fan.

Fan married Zhang Baogen's eldest brother Zhang Baoxiang, and the two did not have anything to do after ten years of marriage, so they succeeded Ma's eldest son Zhang Changgui.

Fan's treats people well and loves juniors, if Xia Xiaoyu has been treated well by anyone after marrying into Qinglong Temple, Fan's is the first one.

What did Ma call Fan to do? Could it be that it is to collect the soul of Zhang Changji?

Fan's people are called Fan Banxian, and people in the village generally look for her to collect their souls when they have a headache and brain fever, although there is also a barefoot doctor Han Qi in the village, but people still feel that Dr. Han's medical skills are not as good as Fan Banxian's fairy energy.

Because of this, Han Qi and Fan's well water do not interfere with the river water, and they don't look at each other.

What Xia Xiaoyu didn't expect was that Fan didn't go to collect Zhang Changji's soul, but came to her house.

She stood at the door and looked at Xia Xiaoyu from head to toe, raised her index finger without saying a word, drew a big cross in the air with a solemn expression, and then shook her arm and clenched her right hand into an empty fist, pursed her wrinkled and flat lips and blew a long breath into the tiger's mouth, and after a while, she covered that breath on Xia Xiaoyu's heavenly spirit cover.

After crossing the fairy qi, he sat back on the edge of the kang and touched Xia Xiaoyu's forehead: "Why did your kid go crazy without a fever?" Could it be true that the unclean thing was pounced? ”

I said she was crazy before! Now say she's crazy!! The reason is that it is haunted!!

Fan's reasoning was too terrifying, Xia Xiaoyu hurriedly said, "Auntie, I'm not crazy, it's okay." ”

Fan shook his head: "How can a madman say that he is crazy?" The eldest lady has asked someone to find a half-immortal who cures madness, let's let him go and take a look, maybe the little ghost will be pierced away with two pairs of needles. ”