In the past few days, Zou Chong was in a trance, and he went to Wuhou Shop with all his strength.

As the sun set, he looked in the direction of the mansion and his heart was full of discouragement.

He was scared, really scared.

The street was crowded with people, and Zou Chong was walking on the street in a daze, when a stall opposite caught his attention.

Zhou Yi, fortune telling.

Zou Chong threw out two pennies and sat in front of the stall.

The fortune teller looked up: "What does the guest want to do?" ”

Zou Chong said bluntly: "Misfortune and good fortune are evil." ”

The fortune teller asked a hexagram, and at the end, he shook his head and sighed: "This hexagram is a great omen, if the guests want to resolve it, they may wish to go to the Taoist temple outside the city." ”

Back at the house, Zou Chong finished eating and entered the room with his wife.

Before going to sleep, he spoke: "Qin Xiang, I will take a break tomorrow, and I plan to go to Sanqingguan." ”

The woman opposite was also disturbed recently, and she responded: "Should I go to the Taoist temple to get rid of bad luck, but has Lang Jun ever thought about whether these things are man-made?" Who did Lang Jun offend in the past? ”

"Who can I offend?" Zou Chong denied it.

Qin Xiang was skeptical.

When she came to the couch, she spread out the quilt and muttered: "I have seen Lang Jun's face not good these days, and the concubine is also uncomfortable in her body and mind. ”

Zou Chong stepped forward and stroked her hand: "Mrs. is worried." ”

"The concubine is fine." Qin Xiang said softly, unfolding the quilt for him.

Then, she saw that under the mattress, there were many rats densely hidden, scurrying around.

She cried out in a lost voice, frightened and frightened, and her beautiful face was so dead that she almost collapsed to the ground.

Zou Chong hurriedly held her up, and staggered all the way out: "Where are so many rats in the house......

He picked up a duster to banish the rats at his feet, just when something clanged in the distance outside the house.

Zou Chong's scalp tingled when he heard it, he was too familiar with the sound of the rattle.

"It's her, it's her!"

Qin Xiang looked up in a daze.

"It's Qiu Siniang who came back to ask for her life." He said.

Qin Xiang remembered the woman, and asked with a twisted eyebrow, "Isn't she dead...... Could it be ......"

She suddenly panicked, shrunk into Zou Chong's arms, and urged: "I'm afraid this house can't stay anymore, hurry, quickly prepare the carriage and go to the Taoist temple outside the city!" ”

Zou Chong asked the little guy to take out the car, and together with Qin Xiang, he rushed to Sanqingguan overnight.

The Taoist temple had long been closed, and after he explained his intentions, the Taoist chief opened the door to welcome them into the temple, and led the people to the guest house in the backyard.

On the second day, the morning bell was solemn.

Zou Chong ate and chanted with the Taoist elders, and at the end, the Taoist chief handed over the written talisman to Zou Chong and asked him and his wife to wear it properly.

At noon, Zou Chong rested in the room.

There are two paths in the courtyard cleaning the dead leaves, and the words are faintly through the door:

"This Zou Gongzi looked at the good face, I don't know where I have seen it."

"There is indeed a fate, do you remember that a lady was killed, and Guanli sent a few Taoist chiefs to take care of the aftermath?"

"There is such a thing, it seems, it is a family in Wuyi Lane."

Speaking of which, this family is really miserable, Mrs. and her son came to the Taoist temple to pray for blessings, and they are familiar with it, and they encountered rocks falling in the mountains on the way back, and the carriage fell off the cliff, and the mother and son were dead at that time. Later, Zhiguan asked his disciples to repair the mountain path, and the rituals were done for a few days and nights. ”

"Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, I hope that Zou Gongzi can be safe and smooth."

The little Taoist priest looked at the closed guest house, and was suddenly stunned: "It's really a coincidence, Mrs. Zou lived in the room of Zou Gongzi back then." ”

When the words fell, Zou Chong was excited, he sat up suddenly, looked up, and looked around.

Qiu Siniang used to live in this room......

He's creepy, no, he has to change his room, he has to change!

Zou Chong found a reason to change houses, and the next day, he and Qin Xiang resigned from the Taoist chiefs and returned to Jinling.

On the way, the coachman suddenly rushed to the side of the mountain road, and hurried away.

After a while, the driver went back and drove back up the mountain.

After doing so for a while, the carriage stopped halfway up the hill and did not move for a long time.

"Why don't you leave?" Zou Chong asked.

The coachman wore a hat and turned his head.

Looking at each other, Zou Chong's eyes widened and pointed at her: "You...... You...... Is it a human or a ghost? ”

Qiu Ying smiled gloomily, lit a cigarette, and the person sitting in the car fainted.

The cold wind blows, mixed with the winter drizzle, and it is as cold as a drill in the bones.

Zou Chong opened his eyes and found that his hands and feet were tied, sitting on a chair, and behind him was a knife-like cliff.

He turned his head and saw that Qin Xiang was also there, his head drooping, and sat beside him.

"Madame—ma'am—" he called softly.

"I didn't expect that Zou Gongzi was still an affectionate master." Qiu Ying played with a dagger and walked from the end of the road.

Zou Chong looked at it fixedly, and asked boldly, "What are you doing with me?" ”

"What do you say?" Qiu Ying approached, bent down, and stared at the man, "Don't do anything wrong, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, why do you say I want to arrest you dog men and women?" ”

Zou Chong glared at her, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Qin Xiang woke up faintly, and when she saw Qiu Ying at first glance, her face turned pale again: "Qiu Siniang? ”

Qiu Ying turned his eyes to look at her.

Qin Xiang twisted her eyebrows: "You're not dead......

Qiu Ying sneered: "Three years ago, Qiu Siniang entered the mountain with her son, and the carriage fell into the cliff, which is the cliff behind you. ”

Qin Xiang was dumbfounded.

"Why don't you speak?" Qiu Ying's eyes were hideous, and her five fingers pinched the woman's face, "Now I finally know that I'm afraid, you poisonous woman." ”

Zou Chong asked worriedly: "Siniang, are there any misunderstandings......

"Misunderstanding?" Qiu Ying gritted his teeth, "My son is buried here, it is I who carried him on my back, climbed out of the bottom of the cliff step by step, step by step, and walked back to Jinling." It was the height of summer, and I was going all the way back to the city, and the child's body was spotted and smelly, but what about you, thinking about welcoming the bride into the door and sitting in the seat of the wife. ”

"What a dog man! What a white-eyed wolf! She scolded angrily.

Zou Chong hurriedly explained: "Siniang, you misunderstood, I really didn't know that you weren't dead, otherwise I wouldn't have set up a mourning hall." You and I have known each other for many years, you have to believe me. ”

Qiu Ying stared at him, and the tip of the knife slashed down his neck socket to his chin, forcing him to look up: "The head that was given to you that night, I must have not forgotten it." ”

Zou Chong rolled his eyes away, not daring to look at her.

"Back then, after you found out about my return to the city, it was you who secretly sent someone to drag me into the alley." She smiled coldly, "I just didn't think that I would escape by swindling death." The head of that night was the person who committed the murder back then. But whoever owes me, my fourth mother, will definitely ask for his life and ask for it back! ”

Zou Chong was stunned, he didn't expect this woman to find out about this.

"Siniang, I was fascinated for a while, and I will change it in the future, and the position of this wife is still yours." Zou Chong immediately begged for mercy, "I really didn't mean to harm you, but I had a last resort at that time." ”

Qiu Ying straightened up and sighed: "I am the daughter of a private school master, and I can't compare to the daughter of Dali Temple. However, the laws of this dynasty are strict, and officials are not allowed to divorce their wives at will, and let her be a concubine, which is a grievance. ”

She looked at Qin Xiang, hooked her lips and smiled: "You and Zou Lang are sincere, and you will not hesitate to conspire to poison our mother and son to marry him." In this case, I will kindly give you two a ride to the underworld to be a pair of ghost mandarin ducks. ”