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Chapter 17 Little Devil

As soon as I arrived in the yard of my home, I saw my uncle comforting my mother, and I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

If I die, what will my mother do?

I quickly ran up, pretended to smile and told them it was okay.

They looked at me carefully, made sure I was fine, then looked away and turned to Jiang Yunan.

At this time, she had already taken out her belongings from the room, and without saying anything else, she just greeted me.

I followed her to the outside of the courtyard, and she said to me seriously: "Now you have to stay vigilant, go to the nearest temple every three days, and sit in meditation in front of the Buddha statue for at least two hours each time. I will go back to the mountain to ask the master now.

But there is no guarantee that the master will be there or not, and there is no guarantee that he will be able to rescue you before the ban ends."

I nodded repeatedly, but when I heard the last few words, I couldn't help but look at her with a grimace. Sister, please tell me what you can guarantee. If it doesn't work, you can give me some baby to defend yourself.

But she exchanged mobile phone numbers with me, glanced at me, turned around and left.

So crispy, are you a crispy noodle?

"Sister, don't forget about my little brother!" I shouted without fear of embarrassment.

She didn't look back, but raised her left hand and shook it a few times.

When I returned to the courtyard, I was still scared for a while, fearing that she was just trying to coax me. After all, she and I were not relatives. She left the village and returned home, so she could have forgotten about me.

When I think of it one day, if I come to my house, I might be able to see my grave.

Damn it, if the weeds on the grave are as tall as each person's, then I will suffer a big loss!

Making an excuse, I ran out of the yard again and followed the path she left. Even though I was only delayed for about five minutes, I couldn't see her anywhere.

I didn't see her until I found the urban and rural bus station at the entrance of the village.

I had no choice but to go home. On the way, I passed by the grocery store. The uncle suddenly shouted: "Nariko, what's going on? The little girl ran away? I told you that you can't do it. You've deceived me so much that you can't keep her!"

I was so angry that I glared at him fiercely. I stopped controlling my emotions and shouted even louder than he did: "Sir, if you tease me again, I will chop off your chicken and make you think about it all day long."

Mother-in-law!"

He quickly retracted his head, his face was ashen, and he did not dare to talk back to me.

When I got home, my mother insisted on cooking a table of food, and it was nine o'clock to have dinner. She kept chatting for a long time, but I was absent-minded all the time. My uncle lost his temper, and then I realized it. I thought that the time spent with my family would become less and less day by day.

Seeing that Xuerou was still lying down inside her body, she felt a little more relaxed.

After dinner and wine, my uncle taught me his business experience. Mom was too sleepy, so she went back to her room to sleep.

The uncle's speech became louder and louder, and his voice became particularly loud under the influence of alcohol.

He said: Humans and ghosts are all the same. As long as you have money, you can grind the mill, you know? You can grind the mill and remove the chaff!

Although his words are a bit rough, I think he is right. As the saying goes, money can make the devil push the devil away, and there is a more classic saying behind it: Money can make the grindstone push the devil away!

Early the next morning, I got into my uncle's car and arrived at the train station. Life would go on, and I couldn't hide at home forever.

Before getting on the train, my uncle gave me a pack of old newspapers and told me that there were 30,000 yuan in it. He asked me to save some money and call him if I encountered any difficulties.

I was so moved that I almost shed tears as I grabbed the newspaper.

His eyes were also red with jealousy. My uncle's success in becoming a rich man depends on his keen observation. He also knew that my matter had not been resolved. Maybe this time we said goodbye forever. That's why he said so many words and returned it to me.

money.

Many times, things come overwhelming, and there are very few people who can control them.

After saying goodbye to my uncle, I got into the train, found my bed, used the old newspaper as a pillow, lay on the bed, and stared blankly at the empty bed opposite.

The journey was uneventful, but my head was still confused. Until I returned to the small house I rented, my head was still half asleep, and I always felt like someone was covering my head with a white gauze.

I couldn't help but think: Could it be that Xuerou was seriously injured and I was also implicated?

After all, our souls are fused together and are inseparable.

Looking inside her body, she was still asleep, curled up.

I sighed. Poor people must have pity. She looked very pitiful, but if she wanted to take my body, it would be terrible.

I tidied up the house, took a hot shower in the bathroom, and just sat on the bed when a dark shadow floated past me in my peripheral vision.

I looked over and saw that something was moving, like a person's trouser leg. I mustered up the courage to walk over. It turned out to be a plastic bag. I kicked it with my foot and made two squeaks. A black shadow came out. In an instant, it was like a plastic bag.

He ran under the bed.

I was so frightened that I picked up the broom and swung it wildly under the bed, but the mouse never came out.

After doing it for a while, I was too lazy to care about it. I threw the broom away, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep without knowing it.

Faintly, I heard a faint human voice. I opened my eyes. It was dark outside the window. I looked at my phone and saw that it was already three o'clock in the morning.

"It doesn't taste good. It doesn't taste good at all."

I pricked up my ears, looked around, climbed to the left side of the bed, and raised the closed curtains so that no one was hiding. I was absolutely certain that the door was closed and locked.

Looking at it, the house is huge. Except for a wall blocking the kitchen and the window, the bathroom is on the left side of my sight. The door is open and there is no one there.

Finally, I climbed out of bed. Without figuring out the source of the sound, it was impossible for me to fall asleep again.

He touched the switch on the wall, turned on the kitchen light, and picked up the kitchen knife.

When I walked to the bathroom, I turned on the light, walked in carefully, and put my hand on the door handle.

I opened the door suddenly and there was nothing behind it.

I breathed a sigh of relief and went back to bed without turning off the light.

"You brat, sleep with the light on again!"

"You pay me double the amount of water and electricity this month!"

I was startled, and then I heard clearly that it was the landlord's voice, coming from outside the house. I hadn't noticed it just now, but now I saw that there was a black shadow on the frosted glass, and it was his face pressed against the glass.

The landlord is a real stingy. The rental house has a monthly limit. If the electricity bill exceeds the standard, the electricity bureau will raise the price by a certain amount.

"You charge me three yuan per kilowatt hour, are you still worried about exceeding the standard?"

"What do you know? Is it a problem of exceeding the standard? Save electricity, save electricity, this is a quality issue!"

Alas, my temper was so bad that within ten seconds, I turned off all the lights and fell on the bed without listening to him continue to beep outside.

I don’t know how long it took, but there was no sound outside, and I felt sleepy. I was about to turn over, but I touched a cold knife.

"Brother, do you still have something to eat?"

I stood up suddenly, and in the darkness, I saw a figure standing at the head of the bed, holding a knife in his hand. I held the blade of the knife and didn't dare to move, and the figure made no subsequent moves.


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