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Chapter 189 July 15th

From a distance, I heard Aunt Wang praising me in front of several other aunties, and she felt a little embarrassed.

And one of the sharp-eyed aunties also noticed that I was back.

Said something to Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang then turned around and saw me coming back from outside.

He looked happy, waved to me and said:

"Hey! Xiao Qin!"

"Aunt Wang!"

I greeted him politely.

"Xiao Qin, don't you go to work today?"

Aunt Wang laughed.

"No, I'm on vacation these days."

After saying that, I nodded politely to the other aunties, then walked into the corridor and went upstairs.

But who would have known that my buttocks would not get hot when I got home.

Aunt Wang and several other aunts came to knock on the door.

When I saw Aunt Wang waiting, I was still puzzled.

After asking, I found out that these aunts and ladies learned that I have real abilities.

They all came running to me to ask for peace charms.

He said that the Ghost Festival is coming soon, and he wanted to hang it up in his house to keep it safe and avoid evil spirits.

These aunts and uncles are the spy-level characters in this film.

News spreads faster than 5G, and everything that is white can be said to be black.

If you want to hang out in this area, you won't be offended.

I was also free, so I drew a few ordinary peace charms for them in the house.

After all, I am a person who needs to fight for his longevity.

Something evil is going on around here.

These aunts will definitely know it immediately.

As long as the relationship is in place, evildoers can be obtained from more channels in the future.

Only in this way can we have the possibility and opportunity to snatch more ghost life.

After sending these ladies away, we had a simple lunch in the house and caught up on some sleep.

In the afternoon, I vomited and practiced Qigong in the house.

Now that there are three true qi in the body, they should be consolidated to ensure the stability of one's own path.

I didn't go anywhere for the next two days.

Apart from eating and practicing, I also play games with Mo Ting in a duel queue.

Until the third day, the Ghost Festival.

This day is also called July Half, Ghost Festival.

In many places, there are customs such as worshiping ancestors, placing river lanterns, worshiping the souls of the dead, burning paper ingots, and offering sacrifices to the land.

But now, these customs have faded away.

What's more, it's the fear of the Ghost Festival.

Especially the older generation.

Often people are reluctant to go out on this day and night for fear of getting dirty.

But for me, today is worth looking forward to.

Because I plan to make offerings to Qingdai tonight, and I also look forward to seeing her again.

As soon as it got dark, I went out with my big and small bags and started walking towards the river.

I only know Qing Dai’s name, but I don’t know her birthday or her origin.

I can only burn some offerings to her by the river.

When we came to the river, the air was a little cool.

The water of the river lapped on the shore.

The surface of the river is sparkling, reflecting the moon tonight.

There is the smell of river breeze in the air.

Here, it is also a nice scenery.

I glanced around and took out what I had brought.

What are the offerings of incense, candles, paper money, melons and fruits?

Find a stone slab, arrange the offerings, light the incense candles, and burn the paper money.

Take out a yellow charm with Qingdai's name written on it.

Throw it into the fire and burn it.

I'm not sure whether Qingdai will appear either.

But he still took out the Seven-Star Herbal Liquid and opened the Underworld Eye for himself.

In my heart, I am full of expectations.

After all, she is my savior and has protected me secretly for so long.

Green smoke curled up, and the river breeze smelled like paper money.

While burning the yellow paper, I whispered:

"Today, July 15th, I will burn something for you as an offering.

If you smell it, come and eat some!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a gust of wind blowing by.

The next second, a faint voice sounded from behind me:

"I was not born before you were born, but you were already old when you were born.

I turn into a butterfly to look for flowers, and roost on fragrant grass every night.”

There was a hint of sadness in the voice, but when I heard the voice, my heart tightened.

He looked back reluctantly.

I saw a woman in black sitting on the river beach not far behind me. I don’t know when.

The woman sat on the bank of the river, lifted up her long black skirt, revealing a pair of slender feet, and let the cold river wash away her feet.

The river breeze blows, and a few blue hairs are floating.

The woman raised her head slightly, even though she was wearing a mask.

But it can be seen that she is a bit melancholy, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

It was none other than Qingdai.

I looked happy and shouted directly:

"Qingdai!"

When Qingdai heard her being called, she turned her head slightly.

The beautiful eyebrows are slightly spread, the eyelashes are curved, and a pair of beautiful eyes are looking at me.

As if laughing:

"Thank you, Qin Ze."

Every time I see Qingdai, I feel uncontrollably happy.

I hurriedly walked over:

"Qingdai, how long have you been here?"

Qingdai looked at me and responded lightly:

"Just arrived! Come sit here and watch the moon tonight with me."

Qingdai has a nice voice.

But I could feel that she seemed to be worried and hesitant.

I said "hmm" and walked over.

Like her, he sat down on the bluestone in front of the river.

Although I was very happy and excited to see her.

But at this moment, I didn't know what to say.

I feel inexplicably nervous and my heart beats faster.

And Qingdai didn't look at me either.

Just looking at the moon in the sky, he continued to speak quietly:

"do you know?

You are the first person to burn incense for me in more than two thousand years."

I was stunned and looked at the Qingdai beside me with some surprise. Two thousand years?

Could it be that Qing Dai died more than two thousand years ago?

Is she a thousand-year-old female ghost?


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