The Bai family's treatment of the villagers is still going on, and there is nothing we can do to help. We only told Grandma Bai Hongying's final choice.
She was very weak at this time, and it could be seen that she had tried her best for the villagers.
She could no longer maintain her humanoid appearance. She was standing on a pile of rocks, with her original white hedgehog trying to hold a wooden stick in its short claws.
He was stirring in the huge pot in front of him. The pot was emitting hot steam and smelled of herbs. It must be that he was boiling medicine.
"I can only verbally thank you for everything you have done. Baijiatun will still be the same Baijiatun in the near future. I can guarantee this. You can leave with peace of mind!"
As soon as we finished, we were ordered to be kicked out. I shrugged helplessly, took out the yellow paper ball with the red tasseled soul in my hand, and handed it to Grandma Bai.
"As you wish, Hongying's last soul has not been harmed. It is a salvation. It is left to you, who has the deepest connection with her, to make the decision. We will leave soon, and this place will be handed over to the Bai family immortals.
"
Grandma Bai did not come out and sent us away from the Baijia Fairy Temple. It was Bai Xiu who got on the off-road vehicle that Zhang Wei drove back to pick us up, and the white hedgehog who had used blood to send us away from the Jian family's house for the first time.
When our car started moving, we saw them in the rearview mirror sincerely bending down towards our car, as if to express their gratitude.
Another courtyard door protruding from the circular building complex at the end of the village opened.
Mrs. Bai had already changed out of her oozing shroud and was wearing normal clothes. She was standing at the door watching us. There was a pile of paper ashes still emitting white smoke next to her.
This scene couldn't help but remind us of the various paper bundles and lanterns we saw in Mrs. Bai's yard before for her own funeral.
This old woman has a somewhat weird personality. Now she has burned all those things that are invasive, hoping that she will be normal in the future.
"What have you been doing in the past two days? Why is Sanman so listless? This is not like you!"
Zhang Wei sat back in the back seat as usual, and his companion was Pei Deng, who had never entered the house three times. This kid relied on us. It must be that Grandma Huang San asked him to follow us to gain experience.
Look at the virtue you are holding in a vacuum bag of roasted chicken now, chewing it until you have no time to look up. Is this how you have been practicing it?
I’m afraid it’s not the various roast chickens and fried chickens in the world that have been tempered!
I was really a little tired and lazily opened my mouth. Lang Hongyi drove and turned to Zhang Wei behind him and said, "You two, keep your voices down and tell San Man to take a break. She has suffered enough these days!"
Zhang Wei immediately became honest and said nothing. I really don't understand why they all listened obediently to Lang Hongyi's words without bargaining at all.
I was really tired, both mentally and physically. I leaned on the passenger seat and couldn't help but fall asleep as soon as I closed my eyes.
The car was swaying as it drove, which deepened my sleep.
I seemed to be in a dream, and returned to that ignorant period. The familiar small bridge in front of the village, and the dim moonlight stretched my figure.
The feeling of fear and coldness enveloped me, the disgusting smell of meat in the air, and the broken wooden carts covered in oil.
I wanted to run, but my legs couldn't move. The figure of the rickety old lady standing behind the car stared meaningfully at me in embarrassment.
Everything is the same as in the deep memory, the only difference is that she smiled at me this time!
With a malicious and evil smile, he turned around and blended into the darkness.
I opened my eyes suddenly, swayed back and forth, and met Lang Hongyi's inquiring eyes. "What's wrong, are you dreaming? You seemed to have fallen asleep just now, but it didn't seem like a pleasant dream!"
I looked up and saw the familiar courtyard gate and wall outside the windshield. We returned to the village and parked safely at the gate of Uncle Wu's house.
This has almost become our habit. Every time we come back from outside, no matter how tired we are, we will first go to Uncle Wu to report that we are safe.
There is no disgusting smell of meat around, no darkness or the sinister smile of the butcher.
There is only the smell of roast chicken in the car, and when you open the car door, it smells like the herbs collected in Uncle Wu's home.
"It was a bad dream. It was quite annoying. Fortunately, you and Zhang Wei were not there!"
Lang Hongyi was amused by my cold joke, and his handsome face showed faint smile lines, which was quite pleasing to the eye.
I complimented you honestly, "You look cute when you smile. Remember to smile more in the future, at least to please the people around you."
Before Lang Hongyi could say anything, Zhang Wei was already hugging the little fleshy ball of the fart lamp, laughing as if he was suffering from epilepsy.
"Hahahaha... Sanman, you know this is an insult to men! If you call a man cute when he smiles, he will probably have to think twice if he wants to smile in the future. Oh my God, my brother Lang will be even more difficult in the future.
Show your smile like a flower!"
Lang Hongyi didn't say much about my joke, but Zhang Wei was so nagging and joking that he just told Lang Hongyi to kick him in the butt and shut up completely!
"unfair treatment!"
Zhang Wei howled in protest!
Lang Hongyi squinted coldly, "If you were a woman, I could be gentle to you!"
Uncle Wu's joking voice came from the yard, "We've arrived at the door of our house. I heard from a distance that all of you are acting rude. Why don't you come in and wait for me to go out to greet you?"
Hearing Uncle Wu's voice, Zhang Wei, who had never left home since childhood, became even more energetic.
Sahuan shouted nonchalantly all the way, "Uncle, master... I miss you so much since I haven't seen you these days!"
He ran into the yard in a flash, and Lang Hongyi and I could only shake our heads helplessly and put on our backpacks to follow.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wei's mother was also here. When she saw her happy son, she started shouting about whether he was uncle or uncle, master or master.
When he got up, he gave Zhang Wei a loving education and a slap on the back of his head, successfully telling Zhang Wei to shut up again.
Uncle Wu stood in the yard with an expression that he should have looked like a long time ago, playing with a shelf of medicinal materials that he had taken out to dry.
It's a good day today, the sun is shining brightly, and Zhang Weiniang should be here to help.
The most feared thing about finished medicinal materials that have been prepared and not used temporarily is getting damp. Anyone who has medicinal herbs at home knows that they should take them out from time to time to protect themselves from the sun to keep the medicinal materials dry.
Lang Hongyi and I walked into the yard, threw our backpacks on the small table in the yard, and started to help.
"Uncle Wu, has Auntie brought out all the medicinal materials?"
"We've all moved it out, and that's it. That's it."
The person who answered me was Zhang Wei's mother, who was also a resolute and resolute woman who was a good hand at work and housekeeping.
"How's it going? How many days have you been here this time to get everything done in Baijiatun?"
Uncle Wu put down the things in his hands and said, "Let's go, let your aunt do these, and let's go into the house and talk."
We boiled water, stole the good tea leaves that Uncle Wu had hidden, brewed a pot happily, and pulled out the snacks we had brought to Uncle Wu before. We were just about to sit down for a tea party to report on our work.
Two more familiar voices came from outside the yard.
“Delicious, delicious! It tastes delicious!”
"They're back?"
He was clamoring for food, and at first glance he sounded like a monkey fool, and the person who spoke later had no title and a flat voice, who else could it be than Coffin Boy.
It’s not that the kid is rude and he doesn’t call anyone when talking to Zhang Wei, but we all know that this is Coffin Boy’s taboo. He won’t call anyone by a title, and he calls us by our first names.