Grandma quickly pulled the snake out of the woman's lower body, threw it into the iron bucket, and covered it with a lid. Suddenly there was a crackling sound in the iron bucket, and the iron bucket was tossed for a long time.
It was only then that the room slowly regained its composure. Grandma opened the lid, and a fishy smell rushed out of the barrel. A black streak floated stiffly on the remaining soju.
I opened my eyes wide and looked at my grandma:
"grandmother……."
The woman's chest heaved violently, gasping for air, and finally she let go of me, and there were blood marks on my arms. The woman's lower body was still bleeding, but she was much more conscious and she said sorry to me, she just said
I really couldn’t control myself, so….
I shook my head and said it was okay, as long as she was okay.
"Xiao Wei......"
I looked up at my grandma and asked her what was wrong?
Grandma looked hesitant and swallowed the words in her throat. She didn't say anything for a long time. Later, she probably felt that she couldn't do it anymore and looked at the ground with a look of guilt on her face:
"Xiaowei, didn't you say that you are a goddess? What happened is that the big snake in the back mountain was causing trouble. Several girls in other places have died because of spoiled snakes. Xiaowei, no
Do you know if you have the ability to make things right for us? If not, the whole group of people in our house will suffer..."
A big snake causing trouble?!
My mind suddenly went blank, and I hated my mouth for being unable to hide things. But if I really had the ability, I wouldn't be in such a difficult situation. Now I am a monk who has become a monk halfway. In addition to offering incense to Tang Ange
, I don’t know anything!
"Orochi, I, I... I don't know how to deal with it?!" When I said this, I wanted to slap me in the face.
"You are not a god...?" Grandma didn't say the rest of her words. She cursed the woman lying on the ground a few times, got up and told me it was okay, walked out of the kitchen, and asked them to carry the woman out.
Grandma was silent the whole night. She went to bed early before seven o'clock. I was so sad that I lay on the bed tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. Grandma must be blaming me. If I had known, I wouldn't have blamed her.
Call me some bullshit goddess, but how could I have known that something like this would happen.
I got up, took out a few sticks of incense from the drawer, and offered them to the puppets on the table. Only Tang Ange could help me now, otherwise I would have no shame in staying at my grandma's house.
I kowtowed to the ground stupidly for a dozen times and waited for a long time, but the puppet on the table still had a big belly and a smile on its face. Tang Ange showed no sign of coming out.
I was so angry that I complained a few words in a low voice, turned around and rolled into bed. I made the worst plan, and at worst I would go home tomorrow.
I was half asleep in the middle of the night, and I was dreaming. I dreamed that I was repeating the scene where I knelt down and worshiped Tang Ange. When I knocked my head to the ground three times, the hem of Tang Ange's clothes flowed out of the puppet doll's body, and then,
The whole person stood in front of me, helped me up from the ground, and asked me what was wrong?
I couldn't touch his body, but he could easily lift me up. This feeling was really unaccustomed to me, and I wasn't as angry as in reality in the dream. I calmly told Tang Ange the whole thing.
Tang Ange seemed to be in a good mood at this time. He turned his hand, and a delicate pale green stacked fan appeared between his slender fingers:
"It seems that they are all slowly coming out. I have been waiting for them."
I didn't understand what Tang Ange was talking about, so I asked him again what he was waiting for.
Tang Ange turned around and smiled at me, folded his fan and tapped my head lightly: