The hall on the first floor was quiet, no one was there.
Following my movement, Mrs. Chen's door opened. She wiped the corners of her eyes and walked out of the room. When she saw it was me, she was stunned and said, "Mrs. Madam, are you okay?"
Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried.
I pretended not to see it and asked her: "Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry!"
"Eat?" She seemed to have no response and asked me blankly.
"Well, porridge is enough, do you have any?" I asked her.
"I, I will do it for you now!" Mrs. Chen said, with a ray of joy on her face.
I looked at her unconcealable joy, pretending not to know, nodded slightly and said, "You go ahead, I'll go walk around in the garden first."
"Well, you go ahead. I'll be fine soon!" Sister-in-law Chen said.
I turned around and walked out of the villa. As soon as I stepped down the steps, I heard Mrs. Chen's voice calling from inside the house: "Hey, Master, Madam, she..."
After listening silently, I took Sean into the garden.
The garden that used to look colorful now seems to be shrouded in a thick layer of evil and death. In addition to these, there are also a few sweet smells, which are the smell of blood.
It evoked waves of desire for blood in my body.
This feeling is very bad, but after experiencing the pain of life and death, I can now almost completely ignore that desire.
After walking around, I found that the entire garden, just like Bai Yao said, except for the two-color camellia tree, was clean, and every other flower tree had a strong evil spirit.
Those have been watered with human blood.
I couldn't help but look at the courtyard wall. On the high courtyard wall, there was a dark atmosphere lingering, as if it was dyed with ink, and even the sunlight could not shine through.
As the sun gradually moves towards the west, the dark atmosphere becomes more and more intense.
The vine roses on the wall looked more and more delicate in the dark evil atmosphere, exuding a rich fishy sweetness.
No wonder I couldn't climb out of that courtyard wall before.
My throat felt tight and itchy, as if I was being scratched by a feather. I walked under the two-color camellia tree and gradually got better.
"Come on, let's go to the backyard and have a look!" I patted Sean on the head.
Sean became excited instantly and ran towards the backyard.
The sky above the backyard was clear, and the fence full of small white flowers seemed to be a barrier, blocking out all the evil spirits.
I walked in one direction without hesitation and went straight into the yard.
Sean had just jumped over the fence, and when the chickens in the yard saw Sean, they all fluttered and flew up.
Old Hao just walked out of the door with a smile on his face. When he saw me coming straight in, he was stunned for a moment before nodding towards me.
"Uncle Hao!" I shouted and looked back at him, stunned for a moment.
I saw a layer of faint red gas on the top of Lao Hao's head. The red gas moved upward and was slightly purple.
I had long thought that Lao Hao was not an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that he was already at the heaven level. It seems that his age is not as young as he looks. Maybe I should call him grandpa.
The higher the cultivation level, the less likely people are to tell their true age. Just like Xiao Han, I called him Brother Xiao when we first met him. Later, Professor Zhang told me that he had known Xiao Han when he was young, so I called him Xiao Tian.
Teacher, I occasionally call him Uncle Xiao, but it always feels awkward.
Thinking of this, I became more and more curious, why would a heaven-level psychic be willing to be trapped by Qi Yue in this garden as a gardener?
Judging from what he told me and told me, he and Qi Yue are not the same person. So does Qi Yue know about his behavior?
Old Hao glanced at my face for a moment, ignored me, and turned to look at Sean.
Sean has started pouncing on those chickens.
Old Hao looked at Sean's agile figure and seemed to be talking to himself or telling Sean: "If you have the ability to catch a few of them today, you won't be able to eat them in the future!"
My heart moved when I heard these words. I went to Old Hao, bowed to him and said, "Uncle Hao, if there is a chance, would you like to go out with us?"
Old Hao looked back at me, his eyes fell on the distant sky, his lips moved, and he murmured: "Get out?"
"Old man, I don't have many more years to live. My wife and children are all here. Now that I'm back, I won't go anywhere!" Old Hao Gan said in a hoarse voice.
With that said, he turned around and walked towards the wooden house.
I was stunned, not knowing whether to follow or not, when Lao Hao's voice came out in the room: "Since you are leaving, let's come in and have a cup of tea!"
Hearing this, I hurriedly followed him into the cabin.
The wooden house is simple, except for a square table, four chairs and a long table.
The long table was placed at the top against the wall, with three white porcelain jars placed side by side on it. In front of the jars was a brass incense burner with three pillars of incense burning in it.
A square table is placed in the middle, with a white porcelain teapot and four teacups placed on it. Four chairs are neatly placed around the table, as if four people were sitting around this table and drinking tea not long ago.
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"Sit down!" Lao Hao gently pulled out a chair, brushed it with his sleeves, and made a gesture to me to sit down.
"I'm going to make a new pot of tea, you sit down for a while!" After I sat down, Old Hao took away the four teacups and teapot, turned around and entered the back room.
Old Hao's voice could be heard faintly from the back room, as if he was talking to himself or talking to someone.
I looked at the three white porcelain jars on the long table. They were round and small. They looked like ashes jars, but not quite. The jars were clean, with no writing, no photos, and no ghosts on them.
the breath.
While he was looking at it, Lao Hao came out with a glass teapot and two glass teacups. The teapot was filled with jasmine tablets. The faint fragrance of tea and the fragrance of jasmine blended together, making people feel refreshed when they smelled it.
"That's my wife in the middle, my second son on the left, and my youngest daughter on the right." Old Hao followed my gaze, glanced at the jar on the table, and said calmly.
I hurriedly stood up and said a little awkwardly: "Then, let me put on the incense sticks!"
"Sit down, they are not here!" Old Hao said, sitting opposite me, placing a glass in front of me, and slowly poured the tea in the teapot.
I sat back down again.
"Isn't it strange?" Lao Hao asked me.
I nodded subconsciously, not knowing what to say, so after thinking about it I had to ask: "Do you have an eldest son?"
"Yes! It's all retribution!" Old Hao sighed deeply.
Old Hao's name was Hao Jingde, and this villa was originally his home.
It's just that it was not a villa at that time, but a two-story small western-style building.
This was originally a place called Haojiawan, and Hao Jingde’s ancestors had lived here for generations.
At that time, this was the most remote mountain village in Jiangzhou City, and every family was poor. At that time, in order to survive, many people sent their children to temples to become monks from an early age. Not only could they make a living, but as long as they learned to chant sutras and
Yankou can also get some hard-earned money for doing things every month as usual.
When you grow up and save enough money, you can return to secular life and get married in the future.
If you don't want to return to secular life, you can buy a few acres of land or use the money to start a small business, and your family can be supported. This chapter has been completed!