"Mom, that yellow skin is so pitiful. Can we save it?" Zhang Yaohua looked at the yellow skin and kept crying, feeling sour, and pulled her mother's hand.

"No." For Liu Qiaoye, the baby is the only thing she needs to consider.

Zhang Youping came over and said, "Let the beggar go."

Although he didn't want others to look at the little girl with strange eyes, the little girl was different after all. But Zhang Youping also felt that there might be nothing wrong with the little girl being different. At least he was not that ordinary.

"But..." Liu Qiaoye looked at the man in confusion.

Zhang Youping nodded to his wife, "Let him go."

"Mom..." Zhang Yaohua looked at the pitiful look of the yellow skin that was pinched by Grandpa Jiwang's hand, and couldn't help but want to save it. It was like his own playmates. Zhang Yaohua could even recall that the day when the accident happened, her friends kept calling herself in her dream. If she could wake up that day and call the villagers to save the people in time, the result might be different.

From that day on, in a short time, Zhang Jiaohua matured a lot and began to understand what death was like. The playmates who were still by his side a few days ago were different from before. Zhang Jiaohua seemed to feel that the yellow-pie eyes at this time might be the same as the last look of the playmates that day. How much they hoped that they could become their saviors.

Liu Qiaoye let go of the baby's hand and said softly, "Go."

Liu Qiaoye always follows men's decisions very much. Although she may still feel that men's decision this time may not be correct, she always can't bear to wipe out men's face in front of others.

Zhang Jiwang has been waiting for Liu Qiaoye's words. He doesn't want to be the executor of Huangpi's last fate.

"Youping, Qiaoye, you have already thought about it. If you have any questions, don't blame me. I'm so old anyway. This yellow man dares to do things, at least he can't sacrifice his life." Zhang Jiwang said in a deep voice, and his hands couldn't help but add some strength to his hands.

When he heard Zhang Jiwang's words, the yellow-skinned neck shrank and his body shivered.

"Grandpa Jiwang, please deal with it for me. My parents agreed." Zhang Yaohua ran to Grandpa Jiwang.

Zhang Youping and his wife also nodded.

"Okay. Beggar, be careful. The dog is anxious to jump over the wall. This thing is so angry that it dares to bite people even if it is angered." Zhang Jiwang reminded.

Zhang Yaohua took the yellow skin from Zhang Jiwang's hand. The yellow skin was so obedient that it was motionless in Zhang Yaohua's hand.

Zhang Yaohua put the yellow silk on the ground, but the yellow silk did not escape immediately.

The next more eye-catching scene happened. The yellow-skinned man actually stood up, and his two front feet made a bow, looking like a child.

"Is this?" Zhang Jiwang looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

The villagers were all very surprised. They did not expect that a yellow-skinned boy would have such spirituality. At the same time, they also firmly believed that Zhang Yaohua was a psychic person. A psychic person could communicate yin and yang and divine spirits. Ordinary people feared the gods, but never wanted to contact such psychic people.

"You go, don't come to the village in the future." Zhang Yaohua said.

The yellow-skinned boy turned around and left, took a few steps, then turned around and bowed to Zhang Hua. Then he crawled into the woods and disappeared.

Zhang Benrui and his wife moved out of Zhang Yaohua's house that day and went to their brother's house. Every household in the village donated some money to help Zhang Benrui's family. In the countryside, no matter who is suffering from disaster, the villagers will not stand by.

Life is difficult, life is too fragile to nature. Weak groups must learn to help each other in order to survive in any difficult moments.

The reason why Zhang Benrui and his wife left Zhang Yaohua so quickly was not because they were afraid of causing trouble to Zhang Yaohua's family, but because they were afraid of Zhang Yaohua. They could easily drive out the possessed demon spirit from Ma Jinxiu's body. Even the psychic weasel was so afraid of Zhang Yaohua.

Every time they were looked at by Zhang Yaohua with curious eyes, the couple felt numb. Who knew what the little head was doing?

Zhang Benrui and his wife's determination to leave surprised Zhang Youping and his wife. This is not the character of Zhang Benrui and his wife. Could it be that after experiencing this hardship, the couple changed their nature?

The next day, Zhang Yaohua was even more severely pointed at the villager at school.

Although they dared not say anything in front of Zhang Yaohua, they did not prevent them from talking behind their backs.

Zhang Yaohua is used to playing with her own things. Sometimes she catches a locust in the mountains behind the school and counts how many pairs of its wings are. Or she opens an ant nest and studies why the difference is so big. Sometimes, pick a few flowers and wear them on her ears to see if the butterflies treat him as a flower...

Meiziao Primary School is also a very important transit station for the dissemination of Meiziao information. As a relatively important member of this transit station, Gong Ziyuan's information channel is naturally very smooth. While eating in the canteen, the new teacher Gong Ziyuan learned about Zhang Qiaohua's legend from several local private teachers in Meiziao.

As a deeply rooted materialist, Gong Ziyuan always sneered at such strange talks. But many times, what a person says may not be believed. But countless people keep saying the same thing in your ears, and there are probably not too many people who can calm down. Gong Ziyuan began to doubt it. He wanted to investigate this matter clearly. So Zhang Yaohua appeared in his office.

"Now the whole school is spreading your story. You tell the teacher, is the fact that the weasel becomes a spirit true?" Gong Ziyuan said.

"I don't know." Zhang Yaohua grabbed her head, sorry to the teacher, and her mother refused to tell the truth.

"Don't you know?" Gong Ziyuan felt a little inexplicable, "Didn't the children in your village say that you cast spells to save your neighbor?"

"I don't know." Zhang Yaohua was also in a dilemma. Her mother didn't let her tell the truth, but she didn't tell herself how to tell lies.

"Then why did you let that weasel go?" Gong Ziyuan felt powerless. If this child said something he had brought to you, maybe he could analyze the authenticity of Zhang Yaohua's words, but this child did not play according to the rules, what's going on?

Zhang Yaohua almost said again, "I don't know", but when she said that, she suddenly felt that this question could be known, "That yellow-skinned man is so pitiful. I still see it crying."
Chapter completed!