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Chapter 203 Steamed Bread

The next day, Qin Shousheng left home with a ghost-killing sword in his arms.

After staying at a friend's house until midnight, Qin Shousheng pretended to be drunk and wandered near the deserted temple.

After a while, under the moonlight, I saw two grandsons coming from the direction of home. Seeing Qin Shousheng's drunken appearance, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

Qin Shousheng knew that although his ability was superior to the two ghosts, it was not easy to get rid of them and he had to do it quickly.

Therefore, when they got close, Qin Shousheng stabbed one ghost in the chest with his sword. Without waiting for the other ghost to be prepared, he turned around and stabbed the ghost in the chest with his sword again.

This sword is a magic weapon. Once it is pierced into the chest, even if the ghost turns from real to virtual, he will definitely die.

But not long after Qin Shousheng was proud, when he knelt down to explore under the dim moonlight, he felt the slightly warm blood and the gradually disappearing body temperature on the body.

Qin Shousheng was stunned and sat on the ground. He no longer had the strength to stand up and even lost the courage to breathe.

Beads of sweat gurgled out, soaking through the whole body.

All this told Qin Shousheng that those stabbed to death were not evil spirits, but his two grandsons.

"Hey", in the dim moonlight, Qin Shousheng, who was sitting blankly, heard the ghost laugh, and turned around to see two white shadows disappearing into the ruins of the ruined temple.

Qin Shousheng did not stand up to chase him. He fell to the ground in a pool of blood, his mind went blank.

His hair turned from gray to white overnight and he was lying next to the body until dawn. He was not discovered by his fellow villagers until dawn.

Qin Shousheng said that the reason why the two grandsons came was because someone saw Qin Shousheng wandering drunkenly in the deserted temple and came to tell the Qin family.

Having said that, Qin Shousheng fell into self-blame. But Yu Sheng understood that the person who came to tell the Qin family was probably a witch or a ghost.

What they wanted to kill from the beginning to the end was not the bad Qin Shousheng, but to let him kill his relatives with his own hands.

This is far more cruel than killing Qin Shousheng.

The big oil lamp flickered, and Qin Shousheng hit his head on the table, banging his forehead, "As long as you stop for a moment, even if you say a word, nothing will happen."

Yu Sheng stopped him from drinking, and Qin Shousheng stopped and said, "As long as I could practice smelling scents and recognizing ghosts as soon as possible, none of this would have happened."

Qin Shousheng raised his head and swallowed a bowl of wine, watching Yu Sheng pour wine for him, "Those years, my two grandsons were always in my ears and in my dreams."

"They kept asking me, grandpa, why did you kill me, why."

"Every time they ask, I feel pain. This pain is like a dull knife cutting into my heart, waking me up night after night."

"I can only leave Gusu. I tell them that grandpa will avenge you and will go to the ends of the world to find them."

"I traveled all over the cities around Suzhou, searching and searching. The more I searched, the more I realized that it was me who really killed them."

"The way out of Gusu is not to seek, but to be exiled."

"I slowly lost the courage to continue searching and seeking revenge. I buried this matter deep in my heart and did not dare to touch or think of it in the slightest."

"I know that I will die in a foreign land and never return to Gusu City."

The rest of his life was emotionally moved by him, and he offered him another bowl of wine, and then drank it all in one gulp.

With the sadness in my stomach, Pao Ding Deng is no longer difficult to eat, and is even a bit refreshing. The burning of my throat is a constant reminder of how painful sadness is.

Yu Sheng was a light drinker and soon became drunk. His eyes were misty and he listened to the little old man's constant self-blame and agreed from time to time.

He tried hard to stay awake, and just wanted to let the little old man know that he still had someone to accompany him in his sorrow.

The little old man kept drinking and soon fell unconscious.

For the rest of my life, any trace of clarity disappeared, and my whole person was fragmented.

He didn't fall asleep when he was drunk, but talked nonsense, holding up an empty wine bowl and saying, "Come on, let's drink again, one drunkenness will relieve a thousand worries."

"Pa", he lightly slapped Yu Sheng on the head, "Drink your head, and you will be able to relieve a thousand worries at such a young age."

"Young people don't know the feeling of sadness, but you know my sadness." Yu Sheng also wrote poems.

Aunt Qing, who was said to know a lot about football, was very happy, "You are so drunk and cowardly that you dare to contradict your little aunt."

"What's wrong with you? If you don't care about your heart, how can you discover the beauty in the world?" Yu Sheng said.

"I can't help you, come on, little aunt will take you back to your room to sleep." Aunt Qing carefully helped Yu Sheng up, for fear of hurting his broken arm again.

"I don't sleep, I can't sleep well." After Yu Sheng was drunk, he shook his head not on his neck, but on his neck and body.

"Sleeping is a waste of life. If you save time sleeping, a person who was originally fifty can live to be a hundred." He persisted in not following Aunt Qing for the rest of his life.

Aunt Qing stroked her forehead and secretly decided to ask this guy how he calculated the score when he sobered up tomorrow.

"We live for thousands of years, so don't waste this night. Be good and go upstairs with your little aunt." Aunt Qing helped him.

Yu Sheng grabbed the table with his left hand and said, "No, you are lying. Those who live for ten thousand years are bastards. I am a human being. Ten thousand years is too long. I only seize the day."

Aunt Qing said in her heart, it would be great if you had this awareness when you are awake.

When she saw Yu Sheng holding on to the table and not letting go, she hit the back of his hand hard, causing him to let go immediately.

"Little aunt, if you hit me, you don't love me anymore." Yu Sheng shouted.

"You knocked it yourself." Aunt Qing helped Yu Sheng go upstairs.

"Why did you bring me to climb the mountain?" He staggered up the wooden ladder and stopped when he saw the dog. "Auntie, hurry up and I'll deal with the tiger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Sheng raised his foot and kicked the tiger, which startled the dog.

It's just that he missed the target and kicked the railing, almost knocking him down.

Aunt Qing held Yu Sheng's body, making him unable to struggle and hurting his arm. She also waved her hand to tell the dog to run away quickly. When the boy got drunk, her aunt dared to contradict him.

After Gouzi left, Aunt Qing realized that Yu Sheng was motionless in her arms.

She looked down and saw Yu Sheng smiling "hehe" and leaning into her arms, "My aunt smells so good."

"Pa", Aunt Qing was not polite now.

"Who is so wicked as to throw stones at me?" Yu Sheng raised his head.

Aunt Qing ignored him and carried him upstairs half-supported and half-framed. During this period, I always pressed him against her body just to smell the fragrance.

Aunt Qing could only keep moving his head, but she felt that it was much more difficult than practicing sword practice.

Finally entering the room and seeing the bed, Aunt Qing was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Yu Sheng made trouble again.

He grabbed the door with his left hand and said, "I won't sleep. You are wasting my life and seeking wealth and death."

For fear of hurting her arm, Aunt Qing hugged half of his body and forcefully pulled Yu Sheng's hand holding the door over.

Now the rest of my life fell into my arms.

Before Aunt Qing could straighten him up, Yu Sheng was confused, "Aunt Qing, you actually hid a steamed bun!"

"It's just too small and not enough to eat. Another day..."

"Bang", Yu Sheng was thrown from the door onto the bed. The angle was just right, Yu Sheng's arm was not touched, and his head only hit the bedpost.

This collision made Yu Sheng see golden stars.

"Gold." Yu Sheng said in surprise, "Come quickly, I'll give it to you."

Aunt Qing, who was so angry that she was so angry, smiled, but it didn't matter, there was no point in being idle with this boy.

She went up to cover Yu Sheng with a quilt and touched the place where her head was touched. A big bump formed there.

She rubbed it gently and said softly: "Go to sleep."

"No, I'm afraid I'm sorry for falling asleep." Yu Sheng shook his head.

"Sorry, I?"

"Last time I dreamed that I married your wife, the city lord." Yu Sheng said guiltily.

Aunt Qing was happy. She rubbed Yu Sheng's hair and said, "Just marry me. Dreams are reversed."

"Ah, you mean she will marry me?"

"Pa~"


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