The village chief heard the noise and fighting inside, and hurriedly came in to stop him, "Now that the guests are still here, are you going to embarrass our Huang Village?"
Huang Li stopped fighting with his wife, walked out with shame, and entered the kitchen.
"Sister-in-law, do you know what kind of person Niuniu is? She is not a human being at all, she is a fairy descended to earth. Go out and have a look. She just holds a small clock in her hand and shakes it casually. Our air
She became much more comfortable. She looked like she was stepping on white clouds. It is a great blessing for your family to have such a relative, but you just pushed such a goddess out. I don’t know what you are thinking.
of."
The village chief criticized Huang Li's wife and threatened her that if she dared to make Yang Zimei unhappy this time, he would immediately drive her back to her parents' home, take all her son's fields back to the village, and no longer recognize her as a member of the Huangcun ancestral hall.
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Huang Li's wife took a sneak peek outside the door and found that the whole village was kneeling at the door of her house, looking at the roof of the building with pious expressions.
She also looked up to the roof.
I realized that Yang Zimei standing on the roof was really different. She seemed to be covered with white mist, just like a fairy in a painting.
Is she really a fairy who descended to earth?
Thinking of this, she didn't dare to be angry anymore and hurried into the kitchen to start cooking.
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Yang Zimei on the roof also roughly understood the magical function of this little clock, so he came down with Xiao Qianlianyi.
Huo Wenhua also heard those bells just now.
However, those bells were not as sweet as fairy music to him who was riddled with yin energy, but made his whole body feel uncomfortable. He was sweating profusely and was holding on until the bells stopped, and he felt like he had gained something.
Amnesty, I feel better.
When Yang Zimei saw him looking weak and reborn after a disaster, he was shocked to realize that he had just ignored him, forgetting that he, who was about to die, was not suitable to hear the bell.
She took out the silver needle and gave him some acupuncture, which calmed his nerves and calmed his fright.
After acupuncture, Huo Wenhua felt much better, and the cold feeling in his body was also reduced.
People who are approaching their end are often particularly sensitive to where they will go.
He also felt something. After thinking carefully about what Yang Zimei said to him before, he realized that his time had come.
As long as his brother's body is found and his soul is returned to the Huo family ancestral hall, he will die without regrets.
Therefore, he becomes more open-minded in looking at people and things.
"Thank you, Master Yang."
Huo Wenhua thanked her and then asked her to return the jade attached to his brother's soul.
He should cherish the remaining time with his brother.
Yang Zimei untied the charm on the jade and returned the bodyless ghost to him.
"Brother, are you okay?"
The bodyless ghost asked Huo Wenhua with concern.
Huo Wenhua was very happy to hear his brother's greetings, "I'm fine, I'm fine."
"It's okay, brother, you have to be good!"
The bodyless ghost said, "Only if you are good, can I be worshiped and sacrificed, so that you won't become a bullied hungry ghost wandering around."
"Well, I will never let you be hungry again. I will do my best to protect you!"
Huo Wenhua said hurriedly.
"Thank you, brother."
Huang Li, who came out of the kitchen with a dish and put it on the dining table, saw Huo Wenhua holding a piece of jade and calling him his brother. He felt very strange and wondered if this rich man was mentally ill.