Travel to ancient times and become rich women with your bestie

Chapter 181 Follow the process

"Who can harm him? He is a coward and a wimp. He can't accomplish anything. Even if he has ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare to make an enemy of anyone. Mr. Jiang must have remembered it wrongly."

Tian Xizhen hastily denied it, but her words and actions were still belittling her dead son, with the intention of not letting others think in this direction.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin couldn't stand it anymore. What kind of mother is this? Her son is dead and her first reaction is to say bad things about him to clear herself.

"Oh, Grandma Tian, ​​please don't say that. When I was a girl, I heard my mother say that people who died unjustly will linger in the place where they were killed for a long time, looking for revenge on the people who killed them."

"If the person who harmed him didn't get his retribution, he wouldn't be willing to reincarnate. Uncle Fang Ping has been staying here, I'm afraid it's because someone harmed him."

Zheng Yuan was making up lies in a very serious manner. In fact, she had almost forgotten what her mother looked like.

Anyway, no one can investigate whether this kind of specious empty talk is true or false. The main purpose is to scare these evil-hearted people.

"Yes, I seem to have heard of this saying as well." Duan Minmin agreed.

The family looked very unhappy, of course not because they were scared. They looked down on Chen Fangping from the bottom of their hearts and felt that he was a coward when he was alive and nothing they could do to him even after he died.

However, Mr. Jiang, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin all spoke in unison, which made them feel a little uncomfortable.

More importantly, they were originally here to scare Mr. Jiang today, but were trapped by them instead.

"Impossible, impossible. My second brother's family died accidentally. They were just unlucky. Or they didn't know how to restrain themselves after becoming rich and violated a taboo." Tian Xizhen was planning to insist that Chen Fangping's family died accidentally.

"I also dreamed about that last night. He cried to me and said that this room was unclean and there was something trying to harm people. I think it was the thing that Mr. Jiang was talking about. It couldn't be someone else's assassination."

"My second son is so pitiful. He was killed by that thing and can only be tied up in this room. He cried and begged me to help him. He said that the dirt in this house can only be suppressed by his closest relatives."

"It was early this morning, and the whole family came to this room, thinking of pressing my second child so that he can have a better life over there. Woo woo woo..."

As they were talking, the family started acting again.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were really speechless. They said that only the closest relatives could suppress this. You might as well just say that the house is useful only if you live in it. The abacus beads are about to jump on their faces.

But the play still has to go on.

"Oh! What shall we do? Should we ask you to cut some of your loved ones' blood and drip it around this house?"

"Yes, yes, yes. Haven't you heard that the boy's blood is the best? If you want to do good for him, then Xiao Wu is the most suitable one."

Since you said that only the closest relatives can suppress it, then let's go along with what you say.

As soon as these words were spoken, Chen Fangyuan and Chen Feihong's eyes popped out and they stared at the two of them, almost wanting to strangle them to death.

With Jiang Shui around, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin are not afraid. Moreover, if they dare to come openly, they will not make up some nonsense about dreaming about Chen Fangping.

As expected, Gong Fuling endured and endured, but still managed a smile: "Xiaowu is still young, there is no need for him. My second brother will not be willing to see his grandson suffer..."

"That's right. After all, Xiaowu is your family's one. It's normal that you are reluctant to let him go." Before Gong Fuling could finish her words, she was interrupted by Zheng Yuan.

Seeing the two of them with expressions that said they saw everything and understood everything, the whole family was really pissed off. They never expected that the biggest obstacle today would be these two widows.

They always thought that these two people were brainless and only knew how to make noises in the village all day long, but they didn't expect that they were so eloquent.

Say they did it on purpose, but they seem to be brainless and just say they are happy. Say they didn't do it on purpose, but every word they say is a poke in their lungs.

It just so happened that they came here with a purpose today. Except for the time when Mr. Jiang came out at the beginning, the others at the back were not able to get a word in at all. They were dragged along by the two widows with one sentence after another the whole time.

"We all understand. After all, Uncle Fang Ping has already gone." Duan Minmin nodded seriously and changed the subject, "So, are you planning to let Feihong come? Although it's not a virgin's blood, it should be able to have some effect if it's from a close relative."

Coming around again.

"No, there is no way my second brother would agree to let his family members suffer innocently. He told us to burn some paper money and then ask my mother to recite a sentence to scare the thing away."

For fear that Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin would say something else, Gong Fuling simply told them what they were going to do.

If we continue to be led by the nose by these two widows, we will have to spend the whole day here.

"I see. That's our mistake. But what if it doesn't work?"

"This is what my second brother told my mother in his dream. I think it is correct." Gong Fuling looked confident.

Gong Fuling was able to keep her composure. Everyone else was more or less irritated by them, but she was the only one who was still forcing herself to deal with them. That was not easy.

"Really? That should be it."

Knowing that they were going to go through the formalities, Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin were unwilling to talk to them any more. After talking so much, their mouths were almost dry, so they simply sat down on the stool and pretended to watch the show.

Chen Fangyuan's family looked at the two people who had just been pestering them and suddenly stopped talking. They were a little uncomfortable and stood there for a while.

Zheng Yuan and Duan Minmin seemed unaware. They picked up two bowls of water that they had just not touched and drank them down in two gulps.

The family's expressions were indescribably vicious as they watched the two people drink the water that they thought was drugged in front of them.

"Then hurry up. I didn't sleep well tonight. I really have no energy during the day. Grandma, please hurry up and do it so that I can sleep well tonight."

Mr. Jiang came again to push them through the process.

After hearing what Mr. Jiang said, the family reacted.

"Yes, we have been here for such a long time, my second son must be getting impatient. Jiaming's wife, Yuandong's wife, don't worry, we will do it in the yard, and we will definitely not delay you."

Tian Xizhen gave a look to Chen Fangyuan and Chen Feihong, and they took out a stack of yellow paper, three incense sticks, and a pot of wine from their arms.

Chen Fangyuan took the incense to the kitchen, lit it, and then took it out and handed it to Tian Xizhen.

Tian Xizhen took over and led the family to walk back and forth in the front and back yards in a mysterious manner. Of course, Jiang Shui quietly climbed onto the roof and monitored the family the whole time.

They didn't do anything, probably because they thought their plan was perfect, and they didn't even think about going to Mr. Jiang's room to see if the powder was still there.

After circling several times, it finally stopped in the southwest corner of the yard.

The villagers who were working there hurriedly carried their things away.

Tian Xizhen bowed three times towards that direction, then stuck the incense into the ground and began to mutter something. Her voice became shrill as she spoke.

The sound was really similar to that of a night owl calling in the middle of the night, shrill and mournful, and it was quite scary to hear it suddenly, as if one had accidentally walked into a horror movie. The onlookers all scratched their ears in pain.