Chapter 208: Girl Waves

After the man under the bed kowtowed a few loudly, he also looked up at the "father" who looked like dry wood.

At that moment, he saw a very familiar eye, that of his friend, bright and sly. He kept wondering why his friend was so good to him, and he tried to find the answer from his friend's eyes, but his friend's eyes were too deep for him to get to the bottom of it. Now, these very similar eyes appeared in front of him again, and he was also incomprehensible, not knowing whether those eyes revealed pure kindness or speculative intentions.

Xiucai thought about it for a while, and his head spun around, his eyes went black, and his upturned head fell heavily on the edge of the bed. Luo Shi exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly put on Xiucai's posture. In this battle of vision, Xiucai was the first to lose.

In the days of ghost hunting with my grandfather, what made me feel most secure was not how good his skills were, how sharp his hands and feet were, but his vision. There was almost no negativity in my grandfather's eyes, only a smile and gentleness to me, only peace and kindness to my neighbors, and only jealousy and hatred and indifference to those things that were not clean. Of course, that's all in the past. When I grew up to be in my twenties, my grandfather's eyes revealed that most of them were helpless and decadent. Perhaps, he himself did not know that I was so carefully observing the changes in his eyes.

In short, at that moment, Xiucai didn't dare to look at Luo Shi's son's eyes again. And Luo Shi's son always uses those eyes to pursue Xiucai, and he urgently needs Xiucai's answer.

Xiucai, who drank the medicine, was in good health for a while, and gradually became sad again, and seemed to have returned to the state he had started.

Luo Fu saw that his skin had become extremely rough, and there was a layer of white dander on the backs of his hands and feet, like a blue brick wall with white nitrate, and a pair of eyes seemed to be open and closed, and they couldn't be opened or closed completely, like a newborn mouse. What is hard to accept is that the smell of rot on his body has not disappeared much. Every time Luo Shiki's son walks into Xiucai's room, he has the illusion of returning to the dilapidated embroidery building. Although he himself had a strong fox odor, the smell of decay did not stop him from rebellious.

And Luo Fu saw that the high-spirited Xiucai had become what he is now, and he felt very uncomfortable, feeling that he had implicated him and owed him a lot. Luo Fu resigned from a few employees and personally took care of the thin poor Xiucai day and night.

Although Xiucai was in a daze as a whole, as if he had not slept like a half-dead man, he saw Luo Fu's every move in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. What's more, he already had a love for Luo Fu.

In order to give Luo Fu an answer, and also to dispel the confusion in his heart, his attitude towards Luo Fu gradually improved, and he gradually began to talk to Luo Fu.

After going back and forth, the two of them finally figured it out. It turned out that it was a poor Xiucai's friend who sneaked into Luo Fu's boudoir at night, released the drug, and prompted Luo Fu to be confused, and took the opportunity to take possession of Luo Fu. Poor Xiucai's fox friend fled back to Poor Xiucai's thatched house that night, and wrote the note that seduced Poor Xiucai in a woman's font. Then Poor Xiucai went to Luo Fu's boudoir unguarded, but was beaten to death by the master who set the trap.

Luo Shi asked him, why did you provoke the fox? Foxes and snakes are not to be provoked.

Xiucai then remembered that he had beaten a fox who had stolen his family's lard a long time ago, and he had not messed with the fox otherwise.

The cause and effect of the whole thing are clear. Luo Fu hugged Xiucai and cried like a tearful person. It's a pity that the fox has never appeared again after stealing Rashiki's chastity, except in countless frightened and sad dreams, the fox's shadow has not been seen.

Here I have to mention the crooked Taoists who have almost forgotten us. When the mother-in-law and grandfather were fighting wits and courage with the female pervert of the Precious Daoist, the crooked Taoist stayed on his small broken building and did not dare to touch the ground at a step. Sometimes, I wonder if the crooked Taoist priest has also provoked a grudge-holding and difficult debt collector like the fox. I even wondered if it was because a crooked Taoist priest provoked such a thing a long time ago when he was not yet a Taoist priest, and then he became a Taoist priest knowing that he would not escape the catastrophe?

It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to ask the crooked Taoist priest in person, and the crooked Taoist priest couldn't tell me these things for no reason.

But the fourth grandmother told me that debt collectors are generally righteous debt collectors, and they will only haunt the person who owes it blood debt, and will not harm innocent people, such as Luo Fu.

And this fox who hurt Rashiki is not only unjust, but also very. For many years of hiding around Rashiki, it continued to do things that hurt nature. Many families, or families about to be formed, have been torn apart by its intervention. Many young girls are suffering from their changes and seductions. In the more than 20 years that it has been hidden, many young lives have been lost. In that era, girls who were defiled had to take the initiative to kill themselves, so as not to corrupt the family style. Therefore, in the past 20 years, there has been a sudden increase in the number of water ghosts who threw themselves into the well and died, and the hanged ghosts who hung on the beams of the house. There are countless unjust ghosts who drink poison and cut their veins with scissors.

If it weren't for the sudden increase in the number of unjust souls in those twenty years, Grandpa would not have calculated Grandpa's danger in the abacus.

There is a statement in his father's manuscript that he found danger: Grandpa's hands are moving on the abacus, and the water of life is turbulent in front of his eyes. This is an open view, like standing on the embankment of the Yellow River and watching the flow of water. If it's all a bland and quiet drain, then it won't attract anyone's attention. But wherever there is a dangerous rapid, where there is a big wave, you can see it at a glance. Others see Grandpa standing in front of the abacus like this, but Grandpa's eyes are standing facing the river.

Grandpa saw a wave that hit unusually violently, splashing higher than the rest of the place, and smashing on the surface of the water more fiercely than the rest of the place.

"Unlucky!" Grandpa said silently in his heart, hurriedly dialed the abacus, and turned his eyes to the waves of the fierce elephant. He used an abacus bead to dissect the wave layer by layer, and counted it all down.

This is a very dangerous scene, as an ordinary person's grandfather, just see it, and must not interfere. He himself is just a drop in the water.