Chapter: 218
At first glance, these envelopes don't seem to be anything special, but if you look closely, the color of these envelopes is a faint cyan.
Inside each envelope was a black piece that looked like some kind of animal skin.
This is ghost skin!
It's a real ghost!
In other words, the human skin after becoming a ghost!
When a person becomes a ghost after death, the skin of the corpse left in the earth can be made into ghost skin.
Ghost leather green paper letter, this kind of letter is used by life!
An envelope, borrowed for one year of life.
At least dozens of envelopes are enough to borrow a person's lifespan!
No wonder Aunt Miao's son has not been infected with any evil spirits, nor has he been cursed, but his lifespan has been exhausted. It turns out that his life was borrowed.
In the field of metaphysics, very few people use ghost-skin green paper letters, because this kind of letter can't be borrowed by anyone's life.
It can only borrow the lives of those who are related to it by blood!
So I can be sure that the person who borrowed the life of Aunt Miao's son was the one who sent Aunt Miao the ghost-skin green paper letter, that is, Aunt Miao's husband!
The father borrowed his son's life, no wonder he hasn't come back for ten years, how dare he come back?
This father is really not human.
"What's the matter, young man?" Aunt Miao looked at me and asked.
I gradually returned to my senses, looked at Aunt Miao's eyes with more sympathy, and said, "It's okay, Aunt Miao's envelopes should be burnt, and keeping them will take up space."
Ghost skin green paper letter, this kind of envelope is too yin and qi, and it is easy to attract Xie Chong when it is placed around. The reason why Aunt Miao has not encountered any major events so far may be related to her worship of Bao Ma Xian.
But even if this Baoma Xian is alive again, these ghost-skinned green paper letters are still better to burn.
"Young man, you don't understand now. I will keep these envelopes forever. I have something to think about." Aunt Miao took these envelopes back and held them in her arms, her face soft.
When I saw this, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart.
Aunt Miao's husband killed her son, but Aunt Miao was still infatuated with him.
I really wanted to tell Aunt Miao the truth, but I didn't say anything.
Even if I say it, Aunt Miao may not believe it, and I can't change the fact that his son is dead.
Of course, I thought in my heart that if one day I could meet Aunt Miao's husband who was inferior to pigs and dogs, I would definitely make him pay the price.
After learning the truth, I didn't bother Aunt Miao, but went back to the room.
Wu Manzhu was still asleep, but I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep for a long time.
How in the world can there be a father who borrows his son's life?
At this moment, I suddenly looked at Wu Manzhu.
Her face, even when sleeping, is still perfect, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But there were doubts in my mind.
Just as I was looking straight at Wu Manzhu's pretty face, her eyes suddenly opened again.
"What do you want to do?" Wu Manzhu said lightly.
I gave her a shock again.
"I-I don't do anything..." I said hesitantly.
"Then why are you so close to me?" Wu Manzhu got up and looked directly at me.
It was only then that I realized that we were indeed a little too close.
It was like peeking at others and being caught, I was a little embarrassed, but soon, I changed the subject and said, "Aunt Miao's son died because his life was borrowed, you day Did you know when you were in the dark?"
Since Wu Manzhu went to the underworld and paid the price of injury, she must have known about these things.
"Yes." Wu Manzhu nodded and admitted.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't shoot? Since you don't plan to save him, what can I tell you? Isn't it a waste of my saliva?" Wu Manzhu said.
"It's not a question of whether I can save him or not. His life was borrowed from his father. Even if I wanted to save him, I couldn't save it." I said speechlessly.
But Wu Manzhu looked at me with strange eyes.
After a while, she said, "His life was not borrowed by his father."
When I heard Wu Manzhu's words, I was stunned.
tease me? I can see clearly the ghost-skin green paper letter, besides his father, who else would borrow the life of Aunt Miao's son? Apart from his father, the only person related to him by blood is Aunt Miao. Could it be that Aunt Miao borrowed it?
"Not his father? Who is that?" I asked, frowning.
Wu Manzhu smiled and said, "You will know tomorrow."
I glanced at Wu Manzhu unhappily.
But Wu Manzhu didn't care about my eyes, but continued to retract the quilt and said, "Don't stay so close to me, go to sleep in that corner, and then get so close to me, I'll treat you as having thoughts about me."
Hearing this, I rolled my eyes.
Finally, I lay down a few meters away from Wu Manzhu with full of doubts.
After a few hours, it was bright outside.
The village at the foot of Changbai Mountain was not very big. In one night, news of Aunt Miao's son's death spread throughout the village.
Aunt Miao's son's mourning hall is in the compound of Aunt Miao's house. On this day, many people from the village came to Aunt Miao's house to express their condolences.
Wu Manzhu recovered very quickly. The injuries she suffered from walking Yin yesterday were almost recovered after a night's sleep, so today, she helped Aunt Miao with me.
Just as Aunt Miao told me last time, her son was very popular in the village, and many young people came to express their condolences.
All morning, nothing major happened.
But at noon, a young man suddenly found Aunt Miao.
This young man also came to offer condolences in the morning and was a friend of Aunt Miao's son.
Just listen to him: "Aunt Miao, look who is here!"
After speaking, he pointed to the door of the compound.
Wu Manzhu and I put down the bowls and chopsticks in our hands at the same time and looked over.
This is a slightly fat middle-aged man, and next to the middle-aged man, he is holding a little boy.
Just when I was surprised, Aunt Miao rushed over excitedly.
"Tie Zhu! Why are you back?"
Aunt Miao hugged the man directly.
I was startled.
Iron pillar?
Is this man Aunt Miao's husband?
He actually came back? He killed his own son, and has the face to come to his son's mourning hall?
However, at this moment, I suddenly turned my attention to the little boy held by the middle-aged man.
This little boy was about eight or nine years old, and his face was that sickly sallow.
It was at this moment that I suddenly saw something from this little boy.
In an instant, my hands and feet were cold.
I looked at Wu Manzhu next to me and remembered what she said last night.
It wasn't Aunt Miao's husband who took the life of Aunt Miao's son, but it really wasn't him...
It was the little boy he was holding who lent Aunt Miao's son's life!
In other words,
It was his son who took the life of his other son! JrNovels.com
Inside each envelope was a black piece that looked like some kind of animal skin.
This is ghost skin!
It's a real ghost!
In other words, the human skin after becoming a ghost!
When a person becomes a ghost after death, the skin of the corpse left in the earth can be made into ghost skin.
Ghost leather green paper letter, this kind of letter is used by life!
An envelope, borrowed for one year of life.
At least dozens of envelopes are enough to borrow a person's lifespan!
No wonder Aunt Miao's son has not been infected with any evil spirits, nor has he been cursed, but his lifespan has been exhausted. It turns out that his life was borrowed.
In the field of metaphysics, very few people use ghost-skin green paper letters, because this kind of letter can't be borrowed by anyone's life.
It can only borrow the lives of those who are related to it by blood!
So I can be sure that the person who borrowed the life of Aunt Miao's son was the one who sent Aunt Miao the ghost-skin green paper letter, that is, Aunt Miao's husband!
The father borrowed his son's life, no wonder he hasn't come back for ten years, how dare he come back?
This father is really not human.
"What's the matter, young man?" Aunt Miao looked at me and asked.
I gradually returned to my senses, looked at Aunt Miao's eyes with more sympathy, and said, "It's okay, Aunt Miao's envelopes should be burnt, and keeping them will take up space."
Ghost skin green paper letter, this kind of envelope is too yin and qi, and it is easy to attract Xie Chong when it is placed around. The reason why Aunt Miao has not encountered any major events so far may be related to her worship of Bao Ma Xian.
But even if this Baoma Xian is alive again, these ghost-skinned green paper letters are still better to burn.
"Young man, you don't understand now. I will keep these envelopes forever. I have something to think about." Aunt Miao took these envelopes back and held them in her arms, her face soft.
When I saw this, I felt an indescribable pain in my heart.
Aunt Miao's husband killed her son, but Aunt Miao was still infatuated with him.
I really wanted to tell Aunt Miao the truth, but I didn't say anything.
Even if I say it, Aunt Miao may not believe it, and I can't change the fact that his son is dead.
Of course, I thought in my heart that if one day I could meet Aunt Miao's husband who was inferior to pigs and dogs, I would definitely make him pay the price.
After learning the truth, I didn't bother Aunt Miao, but went back to the room.
Wu Manzhu was still asleep, but I was so depressed that I couldn't sleep for a long time.
How in the world can there be a father who borrows his son's life?
At this moment, I suddenly looked at Wu Manzhu.
Her face, even when sleeping, is still perfect, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But there were doubts in my mind.
Just as I was looking straight at Wu Manzhu's pretty face, her eyes suddenly opened again.
"What do you want to do?" Wu Manzhu said lightly.
I gave her a shock again.
"I-I don't do anything..." I said hesitantly.
"Then why are you so close to me?" Wu Manzhu got up and looked directly at me.
It was only then that I realized that we were indeed a little too close.
It was like peeking at others and being caught, I was a little embarrassed, but soon, I changed the subject and said, "Aunt Miao's son died because his life was borrowed, you day Did you know when you were in the dark?"
Since Wu Manzhu went to the underworld and paid the price of injury, she must have known about these things.
"Yes." Wu Manzhu nodded and admitted.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't shoot? Since you don't plan to save him, what can I tell you? Isn't it a waste of my saliva?" Wu Manzhu said.
"It's not a question of whether I can save him or not. His life was borrowed from his father. Even if I wanted to save him, I couldn't save it." I said speechlessly.
But Wu Manzhu looked at me with strange eyes.
After a while, she said, "His life was not borrowed by his father."
When I heard Wu Manzhu's words, I was stunned.
tease me? I can see clearly the ghost-skin green paper letter, besides his father, who else would borrow the life of Aunt Miao's son? Apart from his father, the only person related to him by blood is Aunt Miao. Could it be that Aunt Miao borrowed it?
"Not his father? Who is that?" I asked, frowning.
Wu Manzhu smiled and said, "You will know tomorrow."
I glanced at Wu Manzhu unhappily.
But Wu Manzhu didn't care about my eyes, but continued to retract the quilt and said, "Don't stay so close to me, go to sleep in that corner, and then get so close to me, I'll treat you as having thoughts about me."
Hearing this, I rolled my eyes.
Finally, I lay down a few meters away from Wu Manzhu with full of doubts.
After a few hours, it was bright outside.
The village at the foot of Changbai Mountain was not very big. In one night, news of Aunt Miao's son's death spread throughout the village.
Aunt Miao's son's mourning hall is in the compound of Aunt Miao's house. On this day, many people from the village came to Aunt Miao's house to express their condolences.
Wu Manzhu recovered very quickly. The injuries she suffered from walking Yin yesterday were almost recovered after a night's sleep, so today, she helped Aunt Miao with me.
Just as Aunt Miao told me last time, her son was very popular in the village, and many young people came to express their condolences.
All morning, nothing major happened.
But at noon, a young man suddenly found Aunt Miao.
This young man also came to offer condolences in the morning and was a friend of Aunt Miao's son.
Just listen to him: "Aunt Miao, look who is here!"
After speaking, he pointed to the door of the compound.
Wu Manzhu and I put down the bowls and chopsticks in our hands at the same time and looked over.
This is a slightly fat middle-aged man, and next to the middle-aged man, he is holding a little boy.
Just when I was surprised, Aunt Miao rushed over excitedly.
"Tie Zhu! Why are you back?"
Aunt Miao hugged the man directly.
I was startled.
Iron pillar?
Is this man Aunt Miao's husband?
He actually came back? He killed his own son, and has the face to come to his son's mourning hall?
However, at this moment, I suddenly turned my attention to the little boy held by the middle-aged man.
This little boy was about eight or nine years old, and his face was that sickly sallow.
It was at this moment that I suddenly saw something from this little boy.
In an instant, my hands and feet were cold.
I looked at Wu Manzhu next to me and remembered what she said last night.
It wasn't Aunt Miao's husband who took the life of Aunt Miao's son, but it really wasn't him...
It was the little boy he was holding who lent Aunt Miao's son's life!
In other words,
It was his son who took the life of his other son! JrNovels.com
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