Chapter 150

Gou Laosi recalled the past and revealed his true feelings.

With a cold howl, Zhang Chuanshi, who was originally nervous, was so frightened that he almost rolled down and got out of the carriage.

He immediately cursed.

Zhao Fusheng's heart also shouted high with Gou Laosi's pathos, she repeatedly told Gou Laosi not to show clues, but people's emotions are difficult to control, especially when Zhuang Laoqi mentioned his youth, touching the scene, Gou Laosi's fear of learning that Zhuang Laoqi was dead at the beginning, and with the memories of the sudden sadness swept through his heart.

People have joys and sorrows, joys and angers, and when their emotions reach the extreme, where can people control them.

"Ugh."

She sighed silently, she had already clenched her half-useless ghost arm, and was prepared that once Zhuang Laoqi revived the ghost, she would immediately kick him out of the carriage first, and possibly face a vicious battle.

Everyone in the carriage was in danger, and several people did not dare to breathe.

Even Gou Laosi regretted it a little after howling, and tears hung in the corners of his eyes.

To everyone's surprise, Zhuang Laoqi did not revive the ghost.

I don't know if it was because of the decline in his emotional awareness of human beings after his death, or because of other reasons, he sat quietly for a long time, not moving.

Zhuang Laoqi's silence for a moment was extraordinarily long.

But as he fell silent, the hole in his back seemed to have been mended by some mysterious power.

The water on his back was instantly blocked, and the black water that flowed down his spine like a small stream was suddenly half thinner, replaced by a slow 'drip-answer' sound.

"It's better to remember the old watch."

After a long time, Zhuang Laoqi broke the silence and said a word.

There was an indescribable sense of relief in his tone, although everyone couldn't see his face, they could feel that his mood at this time was not as bad as just now, and the cold and resentful feelings that haunted him instantly dispersed most of them.

"yes, we were eight years old that year, my cousin - how old was my cousin? Ten years old? Eleven years old? I can't remember—"

He shook his head, as if he was in distress again.

"Zhuang Laoqi, when you were eight years old, what happened to your cousin when she married her daughter?" Zhao Fusheng saw that Zhuang Laoqi was about to get out of control again, so he couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted at him.

"Oh oh, my cousin marries her daughter, and my cousin marries her daughter—"

Zhuang Laoqi was drunk by Zhao Fusheng, and soon came back to his senses, he thought for a while this time, and was not interrupted by his thinking, but talked about the past more than ten years ago:

"My cousin's daughter is married to a wealthy family in Fengmen Village, his ancestors are footsteps, and they have helped the people of Huanggang Village to walk through many goods, and the family is very rich, and it is said that in addition to paying taxes every year, they can also save some silver."

"Huanggang Village?"

When Wu Shaochun heard this, he exclaimed.

Zhao Fusheng, Fan and Wu glanced at each other, with a strange look in their eyes.

Before the two cousins Zhuang and Gou made trouble today, a few people from the Demon Suppression Division chatted in the mansion, and they happened to talk about Wu Shaochun's past, and he mentioned that he had run goods for Huanggang Village.

Unexpectedly, the two sides also had a fate, and they could both have something to do with this village.

However, Wu Shaochun said that the goods in Huanggang Village are not a regular way, but a way to get out of the way, which may involve some dishonorable processes.

She settled down, and listened to Zhuang Laoqi say:

"At that time, just for the dowry, I gave two taels of silver."

You must know that at this time, most people's families are poor, and the dowry can get some decent gifts, plus a few hundred dollars, it is already very handy.

Zhao Fusheng was also stunned for a moment.

"That's a lot of money, sir." Zhuang Lao Qidao.

"I know!" Zhao Fusheng nodded solemnly:

"My father and mother sold me that day, and it was only five copper plates."

“……”

Fan Wusu was hit in the head.

He was originally afraid and panicked about this trip to Kuailiang Village, and he also felt very uneasy about sharing a carriage with Zhuang Laoqi.

Listening to them chatting was also scary, but I didn't expect that while talking, the topic fell on me.

mentioned the matter of buying and selling Zhao Fusheng that day, he didn't dare to open his mouth at all, shrunk his shoulders twice, tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, his eyes flashed, and he looked embarrassed.

Gou Laosi's eyes were held in his sockets, I didn't know whether to be afraid or embarrassed, I always felt that after Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, Fan Wusu sitting next to him had a somewhat wrong expression.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't think about it so much, he seemed to no longer pay attention to the twists and turns between human beings, but immersed in memories:

"My cousin is very happy to receive such a large amount of money, and her sons have received wedding gifts, and they feel very bright on their faces, so they invite the nearby villagers to eat and drink."

She took a few hundred dollars out to buy pigs and vegetables, and it was very lively, and she made dozens of tables of running water seats.

"What does this have to do with Zhuang Siniang's family?"

Zhao Fusheng pretended not to see Fan Wusheng's expression, and when he heard this, he asked Zhuang Laoqi.

"My uncle is going too."

He said:

"That day was very lively, my eldest aunt was combing my little cousin's hair early in the morning, and urging other cousins and cousins to pack up their things, asking them to dress up decently and not embarrass the family."

The two of them lived next to each other, and Zhuang Laoqi heard the movement next door clearly.

The eldest aunt scolded the fourth daughter for quickly getting pants and shoes for her younger brother, and the little cousin seemed to be crying after a fall, and the eldest aunt angrily scolded her daughter for quickly picking up her sister.

Everyone was packed up, the time was not very early, and the sound of suona from the welcoming team came from afar.

The people in Zhuangjia Village were panicked and wanted to go out, the eldest aunt hugged her son and greeted her daughter, the eldest uncle put his hands behind his back, and the two families met at the door.

At this moment, Zhuang Siniang, who had been busy doing things for her family and taking care of her younger brother and sister, ran out of the house in a hurry:

"It's coming, it's coming."

She wore braids on one side and jumped on one shoe.

Everyone in the family has cleaned up, but she hasn't cleaned it up yet.

The body is dead, and Zhuang Laoqi's memory has long been chaotic, but for some reason, when he recalled the past many years ago, the image of Zhuang Siniang at that time clearly appeared in his mind.

She wore the same clothes worn by her two older sisters, which had originally belonged to her aunt and had been passed down to her daughters after being changed to a young age.

In the hands of Zhuang Siniang, there were already several hands of old clothes, which were in tatters.

She was younger and thinner than when her two sisters received the clothes, and the clothes were surprisingly large on her, empty, patched, and with her uncombed hair, she looked like a begging child.

At that time, Zhuang Laoqi's uncle frowned and asked with a surprised face:

"You're going too?"

His unintentional words suddenly made the young Zhuang Siniang freeze in place.

She was dressed in old gray patches, and her hands were still in braids.

Compared with the other siblings, she looked very inconspicuous, even with her shoulders buckled, and a little cringe, and her father's eyes were like a boning knife, cutting off pieces of her self-esteem.

The eldest aunt looked at her daughter impatiently, and she was a little embarrassed:

"Siniang won't go."

She turned her head to look around and saw Zhuang Laoqi's family not far away.

Fei Juan held the hand of the young Zhuang Laoqi, he is the beloved son of his parents in the family, and he will naturally not be left behind when he goes out to fight for teeth today.

And Zhuang Laoqi has several sisters, in addition to the two sisters who got married, there are two daughters who stay at home, and only bring a daughter and two sons.

In contrast, almost the whole family of the uncle's family went out, and the number of people was a little larger.

The eldest aunt silently counted the number of people in her heart, felt a little embarrassed, and glared at her daughter again, thinking that she was a little ignorant:

"Stay, the two chickens fed at home must be taken care of."

The brilliance in Zhuang Siniang's eyes quickly dimmed, and her lips lost their bloody color almost instantly.

In Zhuang Laoqi's memories, it seems that all colors disappear with the passage of time.

The only picture left in his memory was black, white, and gray, and his cousin's pitiful appearance at that time seemed to show a bit of eerie and terrifying feeling under such a tone.

However, the crystal tears in the eyes of the young Zhuang Siniang looked particularly eye-catching against such a gloomy background, and finally turned into blood tears, and then the color gradually turned black, swallowing the whole memory picture.

"I—I want to go—"

In the face of the old lady's words, Zhuang Siniang responded timidly.

"You kid—"

The eldest aunt raised her hand impatiently, trying to give her a big mouth.

Zhuang Siniang tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders and wanted to hide but didn't dare to hide, the eldest uncle glanced at the mother and daughter impatiently, and said:

"Forget it, I'll give you a boiled egg, you don't go."

Boiled eggs are a good thing, not only the daughters don't deserve to eat, but even the uncle is reluctant to eat them, so they have to be saved and sent to the town to sell in a market.

"I don't want it."

Zhuang Siniang loosened the pinched braid and cried:

"Dad, I want to go too."

"You-"

The eldest uncle wanted to beat someone, but Zhuang Siniang turned her eyes to Zhuang Laoqi's family as if asking for help.

Zhuang Laoqi didn't know why, he felt that his cousin was pitiful, so he shook his father's hand, and his father saw this scene and hurriedly helped to speak:

"Eldest brother, sister-in-law, forget it, what kind of child to beat, Siniang's baby is usually well-behaved and obedient, she will go as soon as she goes, how much can a child eat?"

"It's really ignorant." The eldest aunt said disgustedly:

"If someone else wants to go, she's going to go too."

"Go, go, it's really a mourning star, eat you to death!"

Uncle also scolded.

The family scolded, and the excitement of Zhuang Siniang's desire to go out with the family turned into a grievance, and the mood was very low along the way.

"It was you who said that I was going, and I took you there and made this dejected ghost." The eldest aunt scolded and scolded.

Zhuang Siniang carried her younger brother behind her back and didn't dare to fight back, but she burst into tears.

When the two families arrived at Aunt Zhuang's house, everyone saw that they had come with so many people, and their faces showed disdain.

The table was quite sumptuous, and there was meat on the table that few people in the village saw.

Everyone doesn't have any oil and water in their stomachs on weekdays, and at this time they eat with their mouths full of oil, but the uncle's family is puffing up.

The eldest aunt complained about her daughter when she met someone at the table, and Zhuang Siniang's eyes were dull, and she began to want to go out excitedly, but later became silent.

She fed her brother with a bowl, and she couldn't swallow the full table of food, and barely moved her chopsticks.

Before the family left, someone pointed at them and laughed at the uncle's family: they are poor and crazy, and they came to fight the autumn wind.

The uncle couldn't hold it on his face, so he went back and scolded the aunt for not being able to teach the child, and the two couples fought.

The eldest aunt was angry, and she resented her daughter's embarrassment, and it was she who clamored to go with her, which made people laugh at how greedy their family was.

That time, Zhuang Siniang was taught a hard lesson.

After eating this lesson, she became more docile and introverted, and then became famous, becoming a virtuous woman in the nearby ten miles and eight towns, everyone wanted to ask to marry her, and finally was married back by Kuai Wu of Kuailiang Village.

……

Zhao Fusheng was thoughtful.

This is a microcosm of an insignificant childhood in Zhuang Siniang's short life, but through Zhuang Laoqi's words, she seems to be able to imagine what this revival ghost who has made trouble in Kuailiang Village looks like when she was alive.

She suddenly wanted to sigh.

"Alas-" Not just wanted to sigh, Zhao Fusheng really sighed.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

Wu Shaochun heard her sigh and hurriedly asked.

"I'm just sorry for her." Zhao Fusheng said lightly.

There was compassion in her words.

Fan Wusu was stunned. Zhao Fusheng's compassion is very pure, without utilitarianism or sympathy, she seems to be sincerely sighing for the death of such a woman, and feels sorry for Zhuang Siniang.

"My lord, she's a ghost." He reminded without a trace.

"I know it in my heart." 赵福生 says:

"I feel sorry for her, but that doesn't stop me from subduing her or breaking her down."

The content of her words at this moment is actually very separate, with compassion and cruelty at the same time.

Fan Wusu was speechless for a while, he was a little difficult to understand Zhao Fusheng's emotions, but it did not prevent him from being hit by some kind of power in his heart.

"Actually, I didn't believe in karma at all, the reincarnation of heaven." Zhao Fusheng shook his head:

"I think it's just a soothing word. However, the events of Kotou Village and Kuailiang Village gave me a different understanding. ”

"What do you feel, my lord?" She mentioned Kotou Village, and Wu Shaochun couldn't hide her curiosity.

To this day, the incident in Kotou Village is still a wound in his heart, he almost died in this case, and he also lost his mother in this ghost case.

Villagers who were once familiar also died in large numbers, and only a few survived.

"Shaochun, do you hate the stand-in ghost in Kotou Village?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

"Of course!"

Wu Shaochun replied without hesitation.

Zhang Chuanshi, who was driving the car, was still scolding, but when he heard this, he also remembered all the experiences of Kotou Village, and also gritted his teeth and scolded:

"I hate it too."

"After the case is completed, you came to the Demon Suppression Division, Brother Fan, they should have told you the beginning and end of the case in Kotou Village, and the origin of the ghosts." Zhao Fusheng looked at Wu Shaochun.

He nodded without hesitation:

"Yes."

Although Wu Shaochun said that he had experienced the ghost case of Kotou Village, he was a pure newcomer, and this ghost case started out without a head for him, but the end was like waking up from a nightmare.