That's right.

On the portrait painted by Wowo, which one of the clothes was worn by his mother, and Wowo did not go to Bai Wenlin's house to pay homage to the remains, but played directly in the yard, so how could Wowo draw the clothes that her mother wore that had an accident?

Unless, she really saw it.

Or maybe it's her mother's ghost who asks Wowo for help.

Otherwise, how could the little milk group, who was in the coffin business at home, suddenly interrupt the murderous ceremony and take out a posthumous portrait?

He took a deep breath.

"Wowo thinks, where should your grandmother Hui's coffin be buried?!"

"How can you ask a child about this kind of thing, or find a feng shui gentleman to take a look." Grandmother put her arms around Yan Wo and began to take care of her hair that had slept messily, tying two simple little tugs with ropes.

Bai Wenlin said: "Auntie, I don't care if I ask, don't worry, I won't make decisions randomly." ”

Grandmother stopped talking.

Yan Wo stretched out his little finger and gently scraped his chin, and the two claws began to compare: "Hmm...... There should be a river, and it should be a little higher, and it is better to have a peach tree on the side. ”

Uncle Yan Zhongyan looked puzzled: "From the perspective of feng shui, there is a river to represent wealth, and a higher place has a wide field of vision, which will increase the fortune of future generations, but ,...... Why are there peach trees? ”

Bai Wenlin and his grandmother also stared at Yan Wo in confusion.

Yan Wo tilted his head sideways and paused for a few seconds.

"Because Grandma Hui said that when she married into the Bai family, she ate the peach that her husband peeled and cut the plate with her own hands, and thought it was the most delicious thing in the world, and she has liked to eat peaches since then......

"But I've never seen my mother eat peaches. I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, when I was in the market, she would pass by a stall selling peaches, and she would look at it a few times, shake her head, and say, 'It's better not to give it to him'. Bai Wenlin's eyes turned red again.

Uncle Yan Zhongyan always stared at Yan Wo, and when he saw that she looked sideways, she seemed to be listening to someone.

Glancing at the solemn old lady, the uncle became more and more excited, as if he had stolen the oil consumption in the eyes of the Bodhisattva, and he couldn't wait to roll on the ground a few times, and the expression on his face was obviously written: Look, I will say that my little niece is different, she can definitely see ghosts!!

If Aunt Hui hadn't said it herself, how would she know?

The two little tugs on Yan Wo's head were finally tied, and I only heard my grandmother sigh.

"Grandmother?" Yan Wo was worried in his heart.

If you want to change your living environment, you must first change your impression in the hearts of your family members so that you can act in the future.

You can't expose too much at once, but you can't be inconspicuous either.

This is the first step taken by Yan Wo.

Liu Man stared at the little milk baby with a complicated expression, and finally determined one thing: the Yan family was going to have another beginner ghost whisperer.

The Ghost Whisperer who awakened the Spirit Pupil at the age of three was even more talented than her mother, her eldest daughter.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Grandmother is fine, grandmother is just making a decision." Grandmother touched her head and replied.

The three-day flowing water feast finally came to an end.

The improvised grass platform team led the funeral team to the selected cemetery with a suona blow.

According to the Yin-Yang Dojo, you can't go back when you are buried, so the funeral team goes around half the village before returning home.

It wasn't until her uncle came home to talk about it that Yan Wo knew that Bai Wenlin really followed her advice and found a place with a river, a high location and peach trees as a cemetery.

On the night of the burial, Bai Wenlin had a dream.

In the dream, her mother told him that Yan Wo was the life-saving benefactor of their family, and she would repay the Yan family in the future; In the end, he also told him to take care of himself in the future, eat on time, and finally told Bai Wenlin where he hid the money.

After waking up, Bai Wenlin only felt that the pillow was already wet.

I thought it was just a dream, but when I was packing up his mother's belongings, I really found a clay pot under the bed, which contained the silver money that his mother had saved for frugality.

……

In front of the dresser, Yan Wo stared at what was in front of him, his brows furrowed very lightly.

"After Grandma Hui fulfilled her last wish, why did she become a hairpin?"

The style of the hairpin is a hollow five-pointed star with a bright red color.

The hairpin flashed red, and Grandma Hui's voice came from it, "I don't know." This hairpin has a faint connection with me, it seems to be my place, so that the yin energy in my body does not damage your body, and others will not notice it when I bring it on my body......"

Yan Wo took the hairpin and made a few gestures on his head, and finally clamped it on the edge of the small tug.

I only heard a "click".

Yan Wo tilted his little head to the left and right of the bronze mirror, holding his round little face, revealing a mouthful of millet teeth.

"It's good-looking, no wonder it's always been

UA, it turns out that I look so cute. Immediately, she slapped it on the table with her little hand, "However, the hairpin doesn't seem to have changed much except that it looks good...... Wow,?! ”

In the middle of speaking, Yan Wo suddenly burst into a foul mouth.

Because she found that she had a pot on her head!

!!! ∑ (゚Д゚ノ)ノThat's right.

It's a pot!

That kind of black black, iron pot!

The iron pot was buckled on her head, like a black hard hat, and it didn't add weight, but no matter how she turned her head, the iron pot didn't mean to fall.

Seeing this outrageous scene in the mirror, Yan Wo's eyes were about to pop out of his sockets.

She reached out to touch her head, and her fingers couldn't touch the iron pot from her cheeks to her forehead to her head.

As if thinking of something, she tapped her head with her little claws, and the crisp sound of tapping iron immediately came from her ears.

"My head, turned iron?" Yan Wo hugged his little head a little (. •ˇ‸ˇ•｡ Dumbfounded.

In her previous life, as a supernatural blogger, she jumped back and forth between being banned and unbanned, no matter how many times she was locked, she stubbornly did not change her style, and there were fans at the bottom who ridiculed her for her head iron, and now, it is a prophecy!

Yan Wo's gaze swept past the dresser, the wall, and finally landed on the stone in the corner that was used to cushion the corner of the table.

Soon, Yan Wo shook his head again.

What do you think.

She didn't want to hurt herself.

"This iron pot should be the power of hairpins." Yan Wo muttered in his heart.

Maybe it has something to do with Grandma Hui's death, she died of being smashed on the head by Ye Zhaodi after wrestling, so she will subconsciously protect her head after becoming a hairpin?

It's just a head iron, and the body is still the body of an ordinary milk baby.

"Grandma Hui?" Yan Wo shouted.

"What's wrong?"

"Can you see the outside of the hairpin in the hairpin?"

"I can see it."

"How far can you see, can you look down on our village from the sky, is that kind of God's perspective?"

"I can't look down, but I'll try to stretch my gaze."

Grandma Hui was also interested, and began to try to expand her gaze outward: "Let's start from this room, your brother is sleeping, in the utility room next to it, your grandmother is cutting paper money,

Well, out of the room door, your uncle was looking around in the west corner of the courtyard, and seemed to be nervous.

Hey, he pushed open the crimson coffin lid against the wall, took out a kettle from inside, and poured a small sip into his mouth, his expression was very enjoyable.

In the kitchen on the east side, your aunt is making breakfast,

There were two soft cakes and batter, and in the big pot beside it was a porridge made of wild vegetables and coarse bran, and she was sprinkling coarse salt into it.

Wowo, your aunt's body may be uncomfortable, and she suddenly ran away and retched several times,

I'll take a look out of the yard.

Fang Shi went home with a basket on her back, and there were several quail eggs in her basket, which should have been picked up on the mountain.

Far away, I can't see it. ”

Waiting for Grandma Hui to stop talking, Yan Wo smiled happily and raised her finger: "It's amazing, it's almost two or three hundred meters away, this distance, you can do a lot of things." ”