Qian Fufang said angrily, Xinglong, I have a fruit-like rotten sore, all because the old woman's boiling water poured on the scarecrow. She took that scarecrow for me, so I was out of luck.

That's weird, that scarecrow has nothing to do with you, why did you react when you poured boiling water on the scarecrow? Zhen Xinglong asked puzzled.

I don't know what kind of magic the old woman used, I hate her to death. Xinglong, we have to wait here, presumably the old woman will go home, she will go home, you will return the 4,000 yuan to her, she will no longer boil water and pour it on the scarecrow, and my body will be healed. Qian Fufang looked around as she spoke, but she didn't see Hou Jinzhi and her mother.

You wait here, I'll go to someone's house over there and ask where the old woman is. Zhen Xinglong dropped a sentence and walked to the house where there were people.

Originally, Qian Fufang was going to follow, thinking: How can I see people with rotten sores on my face? She had to stand here and wait.

After a while, Zhen Xinglong turned around and said, Fufang, I asked, the old woman went to the mountain behind the house to collect firewood, and it is estimated that she will be able to return in the evening. We couldn't wait, it was late and there was no car back to the city. So I went to the back hill to find the old woman, returned the money to her, and left.

Okay! I'll go with you to the mountain behind the house to find the old woman. Qian Fufang greeted the town and said.

You just don't go! Wait for me here, the road in the mountains is not easy to walk, and you are a sick person. Zhen Xinglong said, turning around and preparing to go to the mountain behind the house to look for it.

Qian Fufang followed up and said, I'm just a skin patient, and it's not that I can't walk.

Then you come with me. Zhen Xinglong said, striding forward.

Qian Fufang followed him like a run, and arrived behind the rows of tiled houses in Houzhuang, which was very quiet. Qian Fufang suddenly called Zhen Xinglong and said, "Why are you walking so fast?" Wait for me. Zhen Xinglong simply stood and complained, I told you to wait for me here, but you refused, and you couldn't win me by walking.

Qian Fufang approached him, glanced at the rotten sores on the back of his left and right hands, and bypassed the topic and said, Xinglong, I hate that old woman to death, if she didn't do it, would I have rotten sores?

Who told you to pay your debts? Zhen Xinglong said.

Qian Fufang didn't get angry when she saw him asking, and she bypassed the topic again, Xinglong, I have a way to make my illness better without having to pay back the money.

Zhen Xinglong walked in the shadow of a sour jujube tree, looked up and asked in surprise, what did you say?

Qian Fufang repeated what he had said again, Zhen Xinglong said, then you can tell me, what is the way, and you can have both worlds.

Qian Fufang looked around, there were no outsiders, so she approached Zhen Xinglong and whispered, My wife has hurt me too hard, and I want to kill her. Isn't she collecting firewood in the mountains? If we go up the mountain and find her, we will trick her to the cliff and push her into a deep ravine and fall to her death, and others do not think that she fell to her death? If the old woman died, she would not be able to go home and boil water to pour on the scarecrow that was planted vertically by the patio, and the 4,000 yuan I owe her daughter would not need to be paid back to her as her daughter's will.

It's a good idea, it's just too risky. Once someone finds out and reports it, it will be arrested and sentenced to death. Zhen Xinglong said, as if he was afraid of difficulties.

Qian Fufang said, God doesn't know, ghosts do it unconsciously, who will know? Besides, you can't handle an old woman, are you still a man? Have you heard of it? Non-toxic husband, are you a husband?

Zhen Xinglong felt that what she said was also reasonable, so he said, Fufang, let's go into the mountains together, and if you find the old woman, you will follow me to see the wind, and if you find an outsider, you will cough dryly, and remind me to pay attention, not to act rashly.

That's fine. Lao Tzu doesn't kill his wife, and he feels uncomfortable holding his breath in his heart. Qian Fufang said, and followed behind Zhen Xinglong.

The back mountain is quite high, and it is a rolling mountain range. Zhen Xinglong and his wife went up to the halfway point of the mountain along a sheep intestine bird road, and there were lush forests and bamboos in front and back, only to hear the chirping birds, the whining wind and the gurgling water, but they could not see or find the old woman who was collecting firewood.

Zhen Xinglong looked around and didn't see a single figure, so he retreated and said, hell, I can't find it, let's go down the mountain! It's more reliable to wait at the door of the old woman's house.

Qian Fufang also walked so that her legs were weak, and a row of sweat appeared on her forehead. But she refused to give up, and raised her hand and pointed to a mountain beam not far from her left, and said, "Go over there and look for it, and if you can't find it, we'll go down the hill and wait at the door of her house with a copper lock."

As he was talking, suddenly a woman's voice came from the forest on the right—

Eighty-year-old mother-in-law chops quinoa and feeds it,

If you don't die for a day, you need firewood to feed.

Death is not like a lamp going out,

Hades went to report to the ......

Zhen Xinglong followed the sound into the forest on the right, Qian Fufang followed behind, keeping a distance of more than ten meters away from him, and then walked a little in front of the forest, and saw an old mother with gray hair and a little hunchback, who was singing on the mountain road while tying the branches of miscellaneous trees into bundles.

Zhen Xinglong hadn't seen Hou Jinzhi and her mother, so he turned his head and said to Qian Fufang, who was slowly approaching him, "Look, is this old mother who is tied to the bundle of firewood the person we are looking for?" Qian Fufang looked at it fixedly, and whispered, yes, Hou Jinzhi's mother is like this, I was blind when I saw her, she poured boiling water on the scarecrow at her house three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, causing me to have sores all over my body and die of discomfort. Today is an opportunity.

She pointed to the steep mountain road ahead, and said, Xinglong, you must find a way to lead this old woman to the front, and push her down the bottomless valley and fall to her death, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart. Who told her to use such a wicked way to fix me?

Zhen Xinglong nodded and said Jin Zhi, don't worry, what can you do? There is no one on this mountain, I can forcibly pull the old woman over and push that ravine, who knows? Even if someone finds out later, they will think that she accidentally fell to her death.

It's up to you, I know her, I can't show it, as soon as I show up, the old woman will be wary or ask me for an account. Qian Fufang said, no longer moving forward, but dodging in front of a clump of thorny branches, sometimes squatting down, sometimes raising his head or secretly observing the movement ahead with his eyes through the gaps in the branches and leaves.

At the moment, the old mother was still humming. Zhen Xinglong, a handsome man with a tall figure walked over, and she found it, so she stopped humming.

Zhen Xinglong did not grab his mother as ferociously as he thought at first and dragged her to the edge of the steep cliff, pushed her into the ravine and fell to her death directly, and let her see the king of Hades in one step, but went to talk, alas, old man, I have something to do in the mountains, because the forest is deep, there are many forks, I am lost, I hope you will give me some advice.

My mother had already tied a bundle of firewood, and was tying a second bundle of firewood, and was going to tie the bundle into two, so she used a fork at both ends of the pole to pick it up and go down the mountain.

At this time, when I saw someone coming to ask, I raised my hand and pointed to it, saying Hou Shengling, you go west along this mountain road, and after passing the three ridges, you can go on the winding mountain road, and then turn left for a while to go out of the mountain, which is Wujin Town.

Good. Zhen Xinglong said, did not walk, but stood in front of his mother and almost said, you are so old, still chopping wood?!

Mom smiled slightly, and the wrinkles on her face trembled. She said, I didn't sing just now: Eighty-year-old mother-in-law chops quinoa and feeds it, and she has to burn wood to feed it if she doesn't die for a day. I haven't seen Hades yet, as long as the old body can be dragged around, I have to work!

Zhen Xinglong also smiled strangely, and a trace of vicious shadow flashed across his pale face. He thought to himself: Lao Tzu is about to ask you to go to Hades. But it's still very polite to speak, old man, it's not easy to be so old, you show me the way, I'm very grateful to you, I'll carry this load of firewood to the bottom of the mountain with you!

How does that work?

Make! Give me a chance, let me be your prospective son for a while, and do your filial piety.

That also makes. You're a good person! It's a pity that one of my lone cubs is not in China, but in Macau.

Zhen Xinglong didn't have any heart to talk to his mother, so he went over and picked up the sharp burden, forked the two bundles of firewood, and carried it forward, intending to let his mother follow him to the steep cliff, he suddenly stopped, and unexpectedly pushed his mother into the deep ravine, making her whine and mourn.

Suddenly, my mother said, Hou Shengya, you have made a mistake. I was stunned for a moment, and then I picked up the road, okay, you can also walk over there, but it's a little farther away from my house, but the road is wide, so it's easier to walk.

Old man, don't do anything, I'm young, I have more strength, and I can walk a little more. Zhen Xinglong turned around as he spoke, and when he saw his mother coming over, a trace of vicious shadow appeared on his face even more obviously.

As soon as I approached the steep cliff, I saw that there was a bottomless ravine under the cliff. Zhen Xinglong unloaded the firewood on his shoulders and rested, waiting for his mother to walk a few steps over, and he was about to start.

At this moment, what Zhen Xinglong didn't expect was that his mother suddenly stood still, crossed her waist with one hand, pointed at Zhen Xinglong with the other, and scolded angrily in a rough male voice from her mouth, Vice President of the town, you are a financial cadre in vain, with a femme fatale, do you want Hou Jinzhi and her mother to come over and push her down the roadside ravine and fall to death with one palm?

Do you think that if you fall to death her, you can pay off the account that your wife owes Hou Jinzhi? Thought no one would ever ask your wife for a debt again, didn't you?

Tell you, no way! If you obediently return the 4,000 yuan in arrears to Hou Jinzhi and her mother for your wife today, Hou Jinzhi will no longer look for you, and the old man will let you go.

Although you have murderous intentions, as long as you stop it immediately, the old man will not blame you for the past. Otherwise, not only will your wife's sores not heal, but you will not die well.

Zhen Xinglong was shocked when he heard this, and saw that his mother was still the appearance of his mother, but the voice and demeanor were no longer his mother, but an old man who was strong enough to suppress him.

Zhen Xinglong heard his wife say before that Hou Jinzhi's father died before his daughter, could it be that Hou Jinzhi's father's soul is attached to his wife today?

Zhen Xinglong was originally not afraid of ghosts, but now the situation is different, after all, he has evil thoughts, and he is naturally weak in the words of possession in front of him, plus in this uninhabited barren mountains and mountains that are most prone to haunting, he can't help but chill.

Where did Zhen Xinglong dare to attack his soul-possessed mother? He turned around and ran, running to the fork in the road ahead, his body still trembling.

It was said that he should have returned on the way back, but the possessed mother was standing there, looking like an old mother, but in fact it was no longer an old mother, a living ghost, and if he collided with it head-on, it would undoubtedly be an adventure.

If he didn't make it right, he didn't push his mother into the ravine under the cliff and fell to his death, he was really afraid that this living ghost would push him down and fall to his death. Where can I repay my account if I die? What's more, he doesn't want to die, he is still young, and he is a bank executive, and he has a lot of promise.