Gu Huanhuan approached the old man, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the APP of Qinglingtai, and took a photo of the old man.

Buzz.

There was a wave in the air.

The old man's expression was stunned for a moment, and then it became a little unacceptable, holding his head, "I'm dead?" Am I really dead? ”

"Yes, old man, you are dead, if it weren't for this locust tree, you wouldn't have been able to appear during the day."

Gu Huanhuan put away his mobile phone, and the main function of the Qingling Platform was to awaken the memory of the soul.

Some people are reluctant to accept that they are dead when they die.

For this kind of stubborn ghosts, it is necessary for the Qinglingtai APP to remind them of the fact that they are dead, and then carry out soul guidance to complete their obsession and send them to reincarnation.

"What about my son? Did my son come back from buying New Year's goods? ”

The uncle's obsession is to wait for his son and know if he is safe.

"Your son has come back a long time ago, and now he is in his seventies, does the old man want to see him? I can do this a favor and then send you into samsara. ”

The old man had no reason not to agree, Gu Huanhuan reached out and picked a locust branch for the old man to possess him, and she took the locust branch to the back mountain village.

It was evening, and Gu Huanhuan planned to have dinner at home before going to Song Mingyi's house.

Although the old man wanted to see his son very much, he also knew that his affairs would not be solved for a while.

You can't let the little girl go hungry to help him.

Tonight's food is very simple, a bowl of vegetarian beans, a bowl of fried mustard greens and a bowl of fried taro slices, and Fang's also steamed sweet potatoes.

Gu Huanhuan is a little upset when she doesn't have meat, she is used to eating with meat, whether it is a slice or a bowl, there will be no regrets if there is meat.

However, the Fang family has always been austere, and letting her pay for meat is equivalent to cutting her meat.

Gu Huanhuan knew that what he said was in vain, so he simply didn't say it, and the chubby white little hand took two sweet potatoes, and vented his anger as KFC's chicken legs, and gnawed happily.

At this meal, Gu Huanhuan ate unusually little, and even Shen Qingluo sensed that something was wrong.

Gu Huanhuan is slightly fat, and the amount of rice is not small, she usually has two bowls of rice, and if the dish is for her appetite, it is possible to have three bowls.

Today, I only ate two sweet potatoes and half a bowl of rice, and I was full.

It's not like hers.

Could it be that the dish is not appetizing?

However, when his father and mother were present, he didn't want to ask too much, so he could only ask her in private.

After eating, the sky was already dark, the white clouds were hidden, and the night was coming, like a huge monster, trying to swallow people into its stomach.

The crescent moon hangs like a scimitar in the sky, and it can fall at any moment.

Gu Huanhuan took the locust branch and went to the Song family, accompanied by Shen Qingluo, he was not interested in the matter of ghosts.

I just felt that as a husband, it was necessary to accompany Gu Huanhuan on a trip.

Song family.

Song Mingyi happened to sit under the wall in front of his house to enjoy the shade.

"Grandpa Song." Gu Huanhuan called at him.

Song Mingyi, who was in his seventies, raised his head, his face was furrowed, and he took a puff of old cotton cigarettes, "It's Huanhuan, go into the house and sit?" ”

"Then I'm welcome, I just happened to find Grandpa Song for something."

The Song family is also a big family, the courtyard is a three-entry courtyard, blue bricks and tiles, there is no elegance of the Gu family, but it is also simple and atmospheric.

The three of them entered the courtyard, and there were more than 20 people in the Song family chatting in the courtyard.

Seeing Gu Huanhuan, the old man's slightly invisible frowning brows were obviously not very welcome.

Gu Huanhuan greeted them with a smile, but he didn't care much about their attitudes.

After all, not everyone wants to deal with someone who often sees ghosts.

In other words, they felt that Gu Huanhuan was unlucky.