Jiang Fuyuan remembered that Guo Fuzi's body had always been very tough, how could he say that he was sick when he was sick......

She couldn't help but ask, "What is the disease?" Is it serious? ”

Ke Mingsong remembered the appearance of his master's illness yesterday, and his little brows couldn't help but tie into a knot.

"Yesterday we were still lecturing, and the master suddenly fell straight up, and there was smoke coming from his body."

At that time, many students were scared and cried, and the scene was very chaotic.

Jiang Fu Kite: ......

[How does it sound like normal sickness.] 】

"Has the doctor come to see it?"

The cub shook his head: "Later, the master woke up by himself, saying that he was too tired, let us go home, and he had to rest for a few days." ”

It's even stranger that you don't ask a doctor for smoke on your body.

Jiang Fuyuan pondered for a moment, it was about the cub's studies, and she decided to go to Qingshui Private School today to have a look.

After lunch, Jiang Fuyuan took out the basket and counted twenty green-shell eggs as a gift for visiting the sick.

Now the family's income mainly depends on selling talismans, and eggs have become an additive, she is not so picky about these eggs, only a small part will be brought to the market to sell, and most of them are still made into various fancy egg products for the cubs.

Feeling that only eggs seemed too thin, she picked up a handful of fresh cabbage from the vegetable field before going out.

The main one is all-natural and does not cost anything.

Visiting the master, the cub did not use the shrinking talisman, but the family took a mule cart to Qingshui Town.

When he arrived at Qingshui Private School, Jiang Fuyuan found that the state of the old mulberry tree at the door was very wrong.

The trunk of the tree was black, the crown was only half the size of the original, and the thick layer of fallen mulberry leaves on the ground had turned yellow and curled, and the whole tree was filled with a dead air.

Ke Mingsong opened his mouth and muttered: "It wasn't like this yesterday......"

He clearly remembered that when he got out of school yesterday, the tree was still flourishing, how could it be like this after working hard all night?

Jiang Fuyuan frowned, there is no ghost energy on this mulberry tree, and a few ghosts in Yu Qingchi are not here.

"Let's go and see the Master first."

She took the two cubs in her arms and quietly tucked two enhanced peace charms into their back collars.

Guo Fuzi's bedroom was in the backyard of the private school, and Jiang Fuyuan knocked on the door for a long time before he heard a faint and almost inaudible response from inside.

“…… Come in......"

Even if she was mentally prepared, the moment she saw the figure on the bed, she was still taken aback.

The humanoid shape on the bed stood upright, and at first glance it looked like a skeleton wrapped in thin human skin, and the single-layer autumn quilt on his body, which was not too heavy, seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and he was overwhelmed.

He tried to turn half of his face, and his two black eyes stared half-open at the doorway, as terrifying as if they could suck people's souls.

Jiang Fukite covered the eyes of the two cubs for the first time.

"Dawa Erwa, you are waiting outside the door, A-Niang and the master will say a few words."

After the two cubs nodded obediently, Jiang Fuyuan motioned for Xiaopang to accompany them, and after entering the room alone, he turned around and closed the door.

The door blocks out the sunlight and makes the room even darker.

Guo Fuzi said angrily: "Hexagram lady...... I...... Knowing you're coming......"

Jiang Fuyuan walked to a meter in front of the bed and stopped.

"Presumably Daochang Zhao is also ...... Retribution as I am...... Did you do it? ”

Jiang Fuyuan shook his head.

"It's a kite...... Immortal Venerable punished Daoist Zhao? ”

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and said, "He's dead." ”

Zhao Fist suffered God's curse on his own, what does it matter to her, she doesn't carry this pot.

Hearing that Zhao Quansheng was dead, Guo Fuzi's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes exploded as if they were about to fall out of the sunken eye sockets.

"Dead ...... He's dead? ”

"Yes, he was killed by thunder."

Guo Fuzi instantly looked like a deflated ball, and muttered after snorting: "Heaven fights...... Is it thunderbolt...... Then I'...... Isn't it almost ...... too?"

Not everyone is eligible to be struck by lightning. 】

Jiang Fuyuan looked at the lifeless person on the bed and didn't say this sentence.

From the first time she saw Guo Fuzi just now, she found that his original face of Fu Lu Shou Sanquan had completely disappeared, and his life palace was narrow and cramped, and it had become a dead end.

A person's physiognomy will not change easily, unless he does something that is contrary to human morality.

There was a dead silence in the room, and Guo Fuzi, who couldn't wait for a response, laughed miserably.

"I ...... Just not reconciled...... Why do others be able to reunite with their families...... Why should I be alone......"

"I also want my children to be on my knees...... I also want to play the piano and the song...... And Daddy and Auntie...... I haven't had time to fulfill my filial piety yet......"

"I just miss them...... Stay with me...... What's wrong with me......"

As he spoke, he began to cry, and the muddy tears slid down the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and were quickly sucked away by the gray-black pillow.

[Why did you go early, after the battle, you remembered to join the army, and when someone died, you remembered to accompany you. 】

[Besides, for his own selfishness, forcibly let the ghosts come back from the underworld to accompany him, and prevent them from reincarnating, what kind of family reunion is this. 】

Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment and asked, "So you did something to the mulberry tree?" ”

Probably realizing that he couldn't escape the fate of death, Guo Fuzi no longer struggled.

“…… They say just keep your life ...... Half of it is given to the mulberry tree...... I'm going to summon the ghosts that have a bond with me......"

Capturing the key words, Jiang Fuyuan asked: "Who are they?" ”

The person in the bed didn't seem to hear her, and only continued to talk to himself.

"But no...... Dad...... A-Niang...... Huan'er didn't come to any of them...... Only Brother Kiyoike ......"

"Brother Kiyoike...... Yes, and Brother Kiyoike......"

The withered and blackened hand struggled to point to the white porcelain bottle on the table, and there was a trace of wave in Guo Fuzi's backwater-like eyes.

"Brother Kiyoike...... Come...... Come ......"

The movement of his hand was like a gust of wind blowing out the last candle of his life.

Smack.

The hand hung down weakly.

Guo Fuzi was completely out of breath.

Jiang Fuyuan stared at the human skin skeleton on the bed, and waited for a moment but did not see Guo Fuzi's soul appear.

Like Zhao Fist, is the soul scattered?

Or maybe they're long gone.

Jiang Fuyuan couldn't figure it out for a while, so she simply stopped thinking about it, she walked to the table and picked up the white porcelain vase that Guo Fuzi pointed at last.

A slender neck porcelain vase with a very ordinary appearance, the workmanship is average, and the belly of the bottle is painted with an inconspicuous white lotus.

[This white lotus always feels like I've seen it somewhere......]

The tentacles were cold, and Jiang Fuyuan immediately determined that this was a soul bottle, specially for ghosts and souls to stay.

Uncorked the bottle and poured, nothing came out of the bottle.

Yu Qingchi, a few of their ghosts are not in the soul bottle.

[The Evokers died, and they went back to the underworld?] 】

Before she could validate the idea, there was a loud bang outside the door.

Jiang Fukite put away the soul bottle and pushed the door out, only to see the little fat in front of the cubs, with his hands open, in the posture of a hen guarding the cubs.

It was the old mulberry tree at the door of the private school that fell.

It shares its life with Guo Fuzi, and when Guo Fuzi dies, it naturally can't live alone.

The sound of the tree falling attracted the townspeople of Qingshui, and people found out that Guo Fuzi was dead and hurriedly reported to the officials.

Finally, after it was announced that Guo Fuzi died of a sudden illness, in order to prevent the spread of an unknown infectious illness, the Qingshui Private School was burned down on the same day.

The crowd gathered around the private school from afar to watch the raging fire, and lamented Guo Fuzi's misfortune.

Only Jiang Fuyuan didn't say a word, took the cubs and got into the mule cart, and went to Kejia Village.

The direction determines the path, and the road determines the destiny.

Guo Fuzi's own choice of the ending can only be borne by himself, as a bystander, Jiang Fuyuan has no idea of interfering at all.

Right now she has more important things to think about.

[Oh, where is the baby going to study now!] 】

(End of chapter)