After bankruptcy, I relied on metaphysics to become a top wealthy family

Yang Shu's soul was gone, and she only had one soul in her hand that Bai Zhi had grabbed in a hurry.

Bai Zhi didn't understand love, so she just murmured incomprehensively: "Why?"

Why is she doing this?

Die suddenly? What's the meaning?

Zhou Ziang just stared blankly at the pink doll in his hand, and the words "Zhou Zhou, I love you" rang out in the cramped room. '

He lowered his head and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.

"She's doing it for me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone's attention was attracted. Father Yang and Mother Yang looked at Zhou Ziang in disbelief.

"why?"

Zhou Ziang suddenly revealed his tightly wrapped skin, revealing a mark inside.

When Bai Zhi saw this mark, her eyes were shocked.

"Have you traded your soul with someone?"

No wonder, Zhou Ziang is just an ordinary person, how can he refine zombies, and how can he control paper figures to steal corpses? It turns out that this is the case.

He traded his soul for a lifetime with Yang Shu.

This spell cannot be broken unless the person turned into a zombie destroys his own soul.

Yang Shu really did it for him.

Father Yang and Mother Yang trembled and collapsed on the ground, unable to say anything.

Do you blame him?

Strange.

But this was Shushu's own choice, so what reason did they have to blame him?

But Zhou Ziang just covered his face and recalled the day Yang Shu died.

He was delivering takeout when he suddenly felt a severe heartache and had inexplicable uneasy thoughts.

He threw away the takeaway in his hand and hurried to the hospital, only to be told that Yang Shu had passed away.

At that moment, he felt like the sky was falling.

Yang Shu was brought home by her family and was to stay at home for three days. Zhou Ziang rushed to the door of Yang Shu's house wearing takeout clothes.

But that neighborhood was too high-end, so high-end that it looked very shabby.

He was blocked outside and no matter how much he cried, it was of no use.

He was thrown out, as broken as those takeaways scattered on the floor.

Zhou Ziang walked alone on the path near Yang Shu's house and cried.

I looked up and saw that the maple leaves were in bloom.

Such beautiful maple leaves are only one month away from being covered up by the first snowfall in Beicheng. Shushu's voice and appearance are engraved in last year's heavy snow and have been abandoned by time.

Zhou Ziang just felt that God had played a huge joke. Maybe tomorrow, he could see the girl jumping into his arms again, bright and unattainable, like his goddess.

But his goddess died.

God took her away. One month before Chuxue, he was so stingy that he would not even leave her a heavy snowfall.

During that heavy snowfall, Zhou Ziang would have proposed to Yang Shu.

The only person Zhou Ziang cared about in the world was gone.

Later, he met a man in Tao uniform, who said that he could help him find Shu Shu, as long as he was willing to trade his soul.

Zhou Ziang agreed without even thinking about it. He was willing to pay any price as long as Shushu could be by his side.

However, he briefly gained his goddess, only to lose it again.

In just an instant, Zhou Ziang suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath.

He raised his right hand high, holding a fruit knife in his hand.

When Bai Zhi saw this, her eyes darkened slightly.

He wants to commit suicide!

The knife stabbed hard into the heart, but in the next moment, Bai Zhi kicked him away.

Bai Zhi cursed angrily: "One or two of them are rushing to seek death, they are crazy!"

Zhou Ziang was shaped like a dead tree and said feebly: "She is gone, and there is no point in living for me."

It is gone in the true sense, and the soul is gone.

There is no more Yang Shu in this world.

Bai Zhi sneered when she heard this: "Who said she is gone?"

She stretched out her right hand and said angrily: "Isn't this still a soul?"

......

In the Bai family, Bai Zhi looked at the three golden lights falling into her forehead and curled her lips in disgust.

This job is really dirty and tiring, and I haven’t made any money yet.

In the corpse robbery case, he got three golden lights, and he had to wipe the butt of that damn Zhou Ziang.

Bai Zhi handed a pot of pickles to Yang Wuyou and said.

"Now, send it to that crazy old man."

They are really a crazy couple, they can't talk to each other properly, they insist on seeking death and survival.

Now it's fine, there's only one soul left, let's raise her for hundreds of years!

Yang Wuyou looked at the tattered pot of something that looked like leeks in his hand, and spoke suspiciously.

"Sister Bai Zhi, is this leek... really good?"

Sister Bai Zhi said that this flower can raise new souls. Is it true?

Why doesn't he believe it so much?

Bai Zhi said angrily.

“What leek, that’s an orchid!

Also, why doesn’t it work? I used a hundred pieces of jade to make a spiritual stone and pressed it underneath. The soul of Yang Shu was so happy inside. Send it over quickly, don’t talk nonsense. "

Loving people is like raising flowers. If Zhou Ziang had the ability, he could raise Yang Shu's soul in just a few decades. Then he would find a way to make the people in the underworld accommodating and allow them to be reincarnated together.

Gee...

Bai Zhi sighed.

I am truly a living Bodhisattva!

At this moment, Chen Jinzi hurried over and said.

"Master Bai, we have to get going."

Bai Zhi frowned: "So urgent?"

Chen Jinzi said solemnly: "The day after tomorrow happens to be the day when the mountain gods offer sacrifices. It's just in time for us to go there!"

When Bai Zhi heard this, her eyes darkened.

"Okay, we'll leave in the afternoon."

Mountain gods, babies, villages that can only give birth to baby girls, and those corpse oils from the Wang family.

Bai Zhi wants to know what caused the mishap!

At this time, the village far away in western Hunan was deathly silent.

It was already daytime, but everyone in the village was quietly hiding in their houses, not daring to show their faces.

In a red brick house, a pregnant woman looked at her husband uneasily.

"Xiao Shuai, do I have to go tomorrow?"

Xiaoshuai looked at his wife Xiaomei, gently stroked her belly and said patiently.

"I'm going to go. In the past twenty years, every pregnant woman has to go through this. Don't be afraid."

He moved his lips, obviously a little uneasy, but still tried to comfort his wife.

"Don't worry, the mountain god only likes naughty children. We are so obedient and sensible. We never make trouble to our mother. We will definitely not be chosen."

Xiaomei's originally nervous mood was relieved by Xiaoshuai's few words, and she pursed her lips and smiled.

"hope so."

Suddenly, there were bursts of crying outside. Xiaomei looked over and vaguely heard someone crying, a child or something.

Xiaoshuai took Xiaomei into his arms and said softly.

"It's okay, the guy at the head of the village is crazy again."

"Aunt Li?"

Xiaoshuai nodded muffledly.

Xiaomei was married from the next village, and she and Xiaoshuai fell in love, but she still didn't know much about this village.

She asked curiously: "Then why is Aunt Li so crazy? You haven't told me yet."

Xiaoshuai's eyes suddenly flashed, he touched his wife and said softly.

"I wasn't born yet at that time, so I don't really know."

Xiaomei frowned secretly, feeling that something was wrong. She looked outside and felt dazed for a while.