"Dad, what did you say?" Thinking of Aunt Xue crying downstairs just now, a bad premonition suddenly surged in my heart: "Are you hiding something from me?" Will there be a problem with this ceremony? ”

The father reluctantly squeezed out a smile and pretended to be innocent: "What can I hide from you, what can be wrong with the ceremony?" For the Ji family, this level of ritual is just a pediatric, and with the Great Elder personally in charge, nothing will happen at all. ”

's father is not a person who can lie, he speaks easily, but the smile on his face is as fake as the acting skills of those small fresh meat in the entertainment industry, and he can see through it at a glance.

I wanted to go on, but my father gave me a look and shook my head meaningfully, and it occurred to me that my father had warned me not to mention the black cat. Don't mention the Mask Girl, is there any secret in this?

I could only suppress the words that came to my lips alive, and my father patted me on the shoulder heavily, probably trying to explain something. But after hesitating, he didn't say anything.

At dinner, I originally wanted to go out to the small restaurant in the town to have a meal, or order a takeout to solve it on the side of the road, so as not to face Aunt Xue's cold eyes.

Who knew it was time for the meal. My father came to call me and told me to go downstairs to have dinner together, and when I came downstairs, I saw that the table in the living room was full of dishes, and it was very rich.

Aunt Xue was busy, I made eye contact with her, she was a little embarrassed, but she still barely squeezed out a smile, and her eyes were red: "Sit down." ”

I'm a little overwhelmed, didn't I hate me in the first place? Why did it suddenly change?

Thinking of Aunt Xue's crying in the afternoon, I vaguely guessed something, so I sat down obediently, but soon remembered a question: "What about Ji Ling?" Why don't the family have a reunion dinner? ”

I was originally kind, but I didn't expect that as soon as the words came out, Aunt Xue's tears fell, and my father's face was a little ugly, and he sighed: "Not now, he can't meet you until the ceremony is completed." ”

"Why?" I wondered in my heart, could it be that there are any special taboos in this ritual of the Ji family?

"Let's eat." Father raised his chopsticks and greeted.

I could only follow the chopsticks to eat, because my left hand could not hold the bowl, and when I wanted to eat, I could only lower my head and make difficult chop rice.

I couldn't help but glance at my bandaged left hand, but I suddenly remembered that when I arrived at Huangjialing, the mark on my left arm had a special connection with Ji Ling, and it felt very unique.

Now, before the Ji family removes the mark from me, they don't let me meet Ji Ling, will it have something to do with this special connection?

I still remember clearly that Ji Ling once curiously wanted to touch the flower mark on my arm, but was grabbed by the old man Hezheng and said that he couldn't touch it.

Thinking about it this way, it really seems to make sense, but, what is that unique connection, why can't we two brothers meet?

The meal was very rich, and Aunt Xue's craftsmanship was really good, but the three people who ate had their own thoughts, and I was thinking about these strange clues. Father has been eating silently, Aunt Xue cried silently while eating, and the delicacies on the table tasted like chewing wax.

After eating, I didn't have anything to say, I wanted to wash the dishes, but I was snatched away by Aunt Xue, so I had to go back to the upstairs study and look at the scenery outside the window in a daze.

I tried to send a message to Yuan Ling, but she still hasn't replied, it seems that she still hasn't woken up, this kind of soul loss thing, it is true that I have to sleep for a long time to recover.

Because I was really bored, I flipped through the study casually, and when I picked up a book on the desk, four pieces of paper fell from the pages, which were the birthdays of the four people, and the divination deduction.

The four pieces of paper are my father, Aunt Xue, Ji Ling and mine, and everyone is very curious about such things as fate divination. Of course, I was no exception, so I picked up four sheets of paper with great interest and began to look through them.

But as soon as I looked at the results of my father's fate divination, I was stunned: Ji Hongfan, forty-eight years old. The fourteenth day of the sixth lunar month of the Wuxu year ended.

Isn't it tomorrow on the 14th day of the sixth lunar month of the Wuxu year? Is this true, or is it a joke? Who made this divination?

I picked up the piece of paper with Xue Guifang's name written on it again, and it was also dense divination, and I couldn't understand any of those terms. However, I can see the final result: Xue Guifang, 42 years old, died on the 14th day of the sixth lunar month of the Wuxu year.

I just feel cold, like falling into an ice cellar, if this is not a joke. And if my father's divination is accurate, doesn't that mean that my father and Aunt Xue will die tomorrow?

No wonder my father would say something like that to me, no wonder Aunt Xue would cry in the afternoon and let go of hatred at night. Entertain me. It turned out that they already knew that their lives were short.

Why is this happening? God, what are you kidding me? My adoptive parents have already died because of me, so why should even my biological father and stepmother have an accident?

What exactly am I doing wrong? God is going to punish me like this?!

All I felt was my brain buzzing, my hands trembling and I couldn't hold the papers, and I sat down in my chair and gasped for a long time. Finally, I regained a little strength and picked up the divination results again.

I really didn't dare to look at the divination result of mine, I looked at Ji Ling's first, and found that his divination result was: a lifetime of suffering. The fate is bumpy, the young have lost their parents, the middle-aged leaves are scattered, and the old age is lonely.

I couldn't help but close my eyes when this divination result: am I really a broom star? Why are my loved ones so miserable?

After much hesitation, I picked up the divination about me. I've already figured out in my heart that no matter how bizarre my divination results are, I can accept them.

Although I have done psychological construction, when I see the divination results on the paper, I am still stupid. It's not that the results are too bad, it's that there are too many results.

Ji Zang, seven years old, died on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar.

Ji Zang, 25 years old, died on May 21 of the Wuxu year of the lunar calendar.

Ji Zang, 25th birthday, died on May 28th of the Wuxu year of the lunar calendar.

Ji Zang, 25 years old, died on June 11 of the Wuxu year of the lunar calendar.

Ji Zang. Twenty-five years old, died on June 14 of the Wuxu year of the lunar calendar.

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Ji Zang, 26 years old......

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Ji Zang, 27 years of life......

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Ji Zang, 30 years old......

Ji Zang. Ninety-nine years old, a life of wealth and peace, died without illness.

What the hell is this?

I have one life, and I don't belong to a cat, how can I die so many times and still be alive?

And. There are at least hundreds of death records, and they are concentrated in the next five years, even cats will not survive.

This must have been a mistake in my father's divination, right?!

If this is the case, then the father divined the matter that he and Aunt Xue will die tomorrow. It should be wrong?

Shouldn't I be reassured?

But why is my heart still so uneasy?

I picked up the divination results, took out my mobile phone and called up the perpetual calendar, and entered the time of my father's divination and my several deaths into the calendar and marked them.

It's better not to make comparisons, such a correspondence, I found that these death times are corresponding to the time when the female corpse found me, and every time I was either saved by the mask girl and the black cat, or I was saved by Ji Ling.

Could it be that I would have died long ago without them saving me? If the current situation continues, will I be in distress at least a hundred times? Hundreds of more deaths?

The question is, how did the final divination result come about? Is it my destiny to say that I can live to be ninety-nine years old and live a prosperous and peaceful life?

Wealth doesn't have to think about it. Even the most basic peace can't be done, I'm now hiding from the female corpse like a dog every day, where does the wealth and peace come from?

Looking at these divination results, I fell into a deep confusion, what is my life really like? Why are there so many completely different fateful outcomes?

Just when I was dazed and helpless. The door of the study was pushed open, and my father walked in, and when he saw that I was holding the divination results in my hand, his face suddenly changed, and he stepped forward and snatched the divination results: "These are all wrong, don't believe it." ”

When he saw the annotation of the perpetual calendar on my phone screen, he froze all of a sudden, and he couldn't hide it at all.

I raised my head with difficulty and asked in a hoarse voice: "Dad, you tell me the truth, why do my fates have so many different outcomes, should I not exist in this world at all?" ”

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