A gloomy dark room, filled with the smell of blood.
"I didn't expect that I was deceived by her! It seems that her obedient and filial appearance in the past two years was all fake." Bai Mu sat cross-legged in front of the futon in the dark room, holding a crow with flapping wings in her hand, and another
One hand was a dagger, and the tip of the dagger pierced the crow's chest, and thick blood flowed along the tip into the bowl where the talisman paper was burned.
She stirred the blood bowl with a dagger, stood up and handed it to Xu Laosan: "Although you are not doing well, I hope you have done a good job in reporting the news. My wife will not break her promise and give it to your concubine to drink."
Come on, I’ll be pregnant soon.”
Xu Laosan held the bowl carefully, and his expression of gratitude and gratitude made Bai Mu very satisfied.
Bai Liangqiu, who was standing next to him, was still a little repulsed and afraid of doing these things to his mother. Thinking of Wen Nanxing's heartless look, he felt a little sad again: "Maybe she became like this because we sold her.
She was stimulated."
"Fart! After being stimulated, you can suddenly read fortune-telling?" Bai Mu cursed.
"Could it be that she really learned the Tao secretly from her mother..." Bai Liangqiu murmured.
Bai Mu sneered: "I want to see how much she has learned from my old lady!"
In Yulong Alley, Mrs. Long came back from working at Mrs. Liu's house and began to force Wen Nanxing to learn embroidery.
Wen Nanxing is not good at it. Holding an embroidery needle is like holding a mallet. It is too difficult. She will not really want to learn embroidery from Long. When she was very young, her mother ran away with someone, and she has always been the one.
She and her father depended on each other, and he could not teach her about things like embroidery, and he would not force her to learn it.
"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts..." Wen Nanxing suddenly let out a cry of pain.
Mr. Long glanced at her: "It's your finger that was pricked. Why are you holding your stomach?"
Wen Nanxing sweated from the pain on her forehead. After concentrating, the Pisces seal appeared and the pain slowly disappeared. It turned out that someone took advantage of her uneasiness and stabbed the little person with her birth date.
Don't worry, it must be Bai Mu. She must be trying to show off her power. Wen Nanxing looked at the embroidery needle in her hand and smiled coldly.
"Mother-in-law, please help me sew a little man."
"What kind of mystery are you trying to make?" Mr. Long rolled his eyes at her and snorted dissatisfied. As he spoke, he sewed a lifelike little puppet for her.
Wen Nanxing picked up the cinnabar pen and wrote Bai Liangqiu's birth date on it one stroke at a time.
She and Bai Liangqiu were married before, so they naturally knew each other's birthdays and horoscopes.
After finishing writing, Wen Nanxing's eyes flickered, and he rubbed the purple-gold embroidery needle with two fingers. Under Long's surprised gaze, he pierced the villain's eyebrows.
"Ah!" Bai Liangqiu, who was having a private meeting with Miss Zhao, suddenly felt that someone had hit his brain. The pain was so painful that it exploded. The pain was worse than death. He covered his head and screamed several times, and then passed out.
When Bai Liangqiu was carried to Bai's mother, he was already breathing less and out. Bai's mother was so frightened that she made arrangements all night long, burned incense and knelt before the evil god she enshrined, and Bai Liangqiu never woke up.
Bai Mu suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, her face looked like she had aged ten years. She took out a puppet from her sleeve, threw it to a boy, gritted her teeth and said, "Go to Yulong Lane and give it to Wen Nanxing.
Tell her that for her father's sake, she must be spared and spared."
Little bitch! If she hadn’t had that embroidery needle in her hand and couldn’t do anything to her for a moment, her life would have been worse than death!
Wen Nanxing expressionlessly threw the puppet brought by the waiter into the brazier. At the same time, he took out the embroidery needle from the other puppet and silently inserted it into his bun.
In her previous life, she would never have had such harmful intentions, but she had a deep hatred for the Bai family and had been a female ghost for ten years, so her heart had long been hardened.
But she also knew that using this technique to harm others was an evil method. If she didn't remedy it as soon as possible, sooner or later she would suffer backlash.
If you want to ask how to remedy it, you can only do good deeds and do more good deeds. Wen Nanxing looked at the sun that had not yet set, and picked up the nine taels of silver left over from buying candy for the little fool. Mr. Long asked: "Where are you going?
Want to be lazy?"
"Mother-in-law, I want to do charity and give out porridge." Wen Nanxing said.
"Sister, wait a minute, I'm going too." Han Xingyi ate candy all afternoon, his cheeks were all sweet, and his throat was slightly hoarse from the sugar.
Mr. Long put the embroidered cloth in his hand on the table: "If you want to do good, you have cooked today's dinner. I will count it as a great merit for you! You also gave porridge. Go to the pot house and see if there are two
Is there an empty rice vat waiting for you to use it?"
"That's wrong." Wen Nanxing scratched his head and respectfully took out five taels and put them under the table: "I have to thank you for dinner. It's not a small thing to show respect. Mother-in-law, please accept it."
"Go early and come back early." Mrs. Long didn't raise her head or open her eyes. This was Yulong Lane, not a deep mansion. She didn't care about setting rules for her daughter-in-law, she only cared about surviving.
A daughter-in-law who does nothing but cooks dinner, doesn't steal or rob, and can come up with five taels of silver in one go is a good daughter-in-law.
She added: "If you want to do good, go to the blind woman at the entrance of the alley and help her fetch water and chop firewood. I still have one eye, but she doesn't even have one. It's so pitiful."
Wen Nanxing responded and took the little fool to fetch water and chop firewood to do good deeds. Naturally, these heavy and menial tasks were done by the little fool who had eaten too much sugar and had no energy to use.
She went to the rice store to buy some rice and came back. She sighed on the way, thinking that she had not been educated by her mother since she was a child, and she had been a female ghost for ten years, and she had gained some skills. It is inevitable for people to have their moments of wandering. Now there is a dragon.
Shit, it’s good to say that one thing descends from another, which is in line with the natural laws of Taoism.
When they came back from doing their good deeds, Mr. Long had already prepared dinner. The newly steamed rice was crystal clear and the rice had an attractive aroma. When it came out of the pot, you could smell it when you walked in the door. After Wen Nanxing and the little fool entered the door, Mr. Long
I got up and closed the door and windows tightly so that no smell of rice could escape.
"We also steamed the fish!" Wen Nanxing's eyes lit up. Long said nothing, picked up the serving chopsticks, cut the tender and plump fish into three sections, gave the tail to the little fool, and then slowly ate the rice and porridge.
Their expressions are no different.
Wen Nanxing clipped the fish head and left the fish body for Long. Long took a look at it, said nothing, and didn't eat the fish. He only ate rice with pickles. After eating, he urged Wen Nanxing and the others to go up and sleep.
Wen Nanxing lay down, wondering if the little fool's lost soul would come back tonight. She opened her eyes and looked at the little fool on the bed.
"Sister, are there any more candies?" Han Xingyi asked in a low voice, embarrassed.
"No more, I'll buy it another day." Wen Nanxing said warmly.
"Okay," Han Xing bared his teeth and smiled: "Sister, you are so kind."
Wen Nanxing hugged the quilt: "I will always be good to you."
"Yeah!" Han Xingyi's happy little face turned red.
"Sister, it's raining." Raindrops pattered on the wooden eaves of the attic outside.
"Well..." Wen Nanxing closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
"Rumble..."
"Sister, thunder! I'm afraid..." Han Xingqian said as he rolled down from the bed and lifted Wen Nanxing's quilt.
Wen Nanxing was in a daze when he felt a warm, tall and thin body lift off the quilt, push it into his arms, and bury its plush head into the crook of his neck.
"Ahem!" Wen Nanxing was stunned for a long time, then slowly patted the little fool on the back with his stiff arm: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Han Xing listened to Wen Nanxing's words and relaxed slightly. Wen Nanxing smelled the clear and clean youthful breath on his body and a hint of sweet candy. Although the posture was not very comfortable, he fell asleep quickly.