I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

The man whispered, these days, which family has no patients?

There are also many people who are unlucky, have strokes, and can't afford to be ill.

The best way to distinguish filial sons and filial daughters is to be in bed for a long time. One year, two years, three years or ten years can be accepted, but the time is too long, and individuals have complaints, which is understandable.

He Dazhu's father is really a sensible person. He enjoyed good fortune for the first half of his life. He just fell ill and was bedridden.

When mentioning this, He Dazhu's expression was a little wrong, his face was stiff, and he lowered his head in a panic, afraid that others would see it.

He took another two sips, took note of the address of the next person, and then hurried out of the teahouse on the pretext of something urgent at home.

The address of the man he wrote down was none other than a well-known Taoist priest in the city who exorcised ghosts.

Although He Dazhu had heard of his name, he didn't know the address of his home. In the past two days, he felt cold in his heart and his back. In addition, his father hadn't had his first seven days, and he was in a rash.

So I wanted to find that Taoist priest, that master, to get rid of the 'evil ghosts' in the house.

"He killed you?"

Waiting for He Dazhu to go away, Luo Su looked at the silent old ghost thoughtfully, and said slowly.

Suffering from a disease, the son and daughter-in-law who have been raised for a lifetime don't want to raise them. Instead, they are afraid of becoming a burden and killing the old man.

This……

No wonder there is resentment.

There was something strange in Russell's eyes, he just felt that this ghost old man seemed to have less resentment.

The ghost old man sat there, in a trance, and the resentment on his body was visibly reduced by the naked eye.

He seemed to be hesitating, after all, that was his raised son, his own flesh and blood!

It's hard for Russell to understand this kind of feeling, maybe he's not at this age, and he doesn't have this experience.

He didn't persuade him, he just drank tea quietly, and the waiter from the shop next to him ran over and ordered some pastries.

He also raised the towel on his shoulders and brushed the table lightly to remove the tea stains that fell on the table.

It was just a simple action, but it made the old ghost opposite him look ferocious, and his resentment doubled.

"I want them dead!"

"I want them dead!"

Russell crossed his hands and tapped his fingers lightly, "I'm a good Taoist priest, how can I kill people?"

The ghost old man suddenly became disappointed.

"But I can let you take revenge yourself!"

The resurrection of the dead!

Chapter 376 Merit Points +20 Points

"Dangdangdang!"

All the relatives gathered in front of the mourning hall frowned at the sound of knocking on the door.

They came to funeral Mr. He, and also brought a feast.

But just as he sat down and closed the door, before the meal was served, he heard the door slamming.

This is a funeral.

If you meet someone with a bad temper, you have to beat him all over the place.

Everyone was not in a good temper, someone had already stood up, rolled up his sleeves and opened the door, wanting to scold him bloody.

Other relatives were also sitting there, waiting to watch the show.

But when the man opened the door, he seemed to be dumb, and stood there quietly without moving.

"Dahua, what's the matter, you're motionless, what the hell?"

One person yelled, and everyone immediately lowered their heads and laughed. This is a funeral, so they couldn't laugh.

But the young man named Dahua's face was as white as a sheet of paper. He rolled his eyes at last and fell to the ground with a plop.

The heavy pounding sound immediately made everyone in the yard vigilant, and all looked towards the door in unison.

Who the hell is it, who came to He's funeral to make trouble!

A few of the clan uncles had already turned pale. With a wave of their arms, a group of people stood up with a crash, but soon fell down with a crash.

Because people outside the door came in.

The man was alone, a little hunchbacked, and very old, but he was so frightened that the people in the yard were dumbfounded, and their backs felt cold.

The better ones were frightened to the ground and sat there motionless.

Almost, almost rolled his eyes, and couldn't catch his breath.

Because that person is Mr. He in the coffin of the mourning hall!

"Ghost, ghost!"

Someone hissed and screamed, and immediately blew up the silent courtyard, and the people who were originally united were in chaos in an instant.

If the opponent is a person, even a group of people, they dare to take the guy.

But it happened to be a ghost.

How many people in this world are brave enough to see a ghost?

Among this group of people, He Dazhu looked extremely frightened, and there was another person, that was his wife.

"How is this old thing still alive?"

His daughter-in-law shook hands fiercely, glaring at He Dazhu, this waste thing, let him dispose of a corpse without confirming life or death.

Now that someone has come to your door, it's worth it! !

He Dazhu couldn't explain it, he was completely confused at this moment.

Obviously he checked it himself, the old man died long ago, and the bones were inside the coffin.

Who is that in front of?

Is it a ghost?How could you say such stupid things in broad daylight!

But if it is a human?

That, that, how can it make sense!

He Dazhu's complexion became extremely pale at this time, and he suddenly realized one thing, if his father told the scandal he had done, then he would be finished.

A chill came from behind him towards Tianling Gai, he opened his mouth immediately, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At this moment, his daughter-in-law took a step forward, wiped her eyes with her hand, and began to cry.

"Heaven, earth, what a complaint!"

She wept in a mournful voice, "As soon as Dad left, a liar ran out and pretended to be him. You are earning black-hearted money, aren't you afraid of thunder?"

The angry reprimands caused the people in the yard to look at each other, looking at Mr. He suspiciously.

He Dazhu was overjoyed, she is indeed my good daughter-in-law, her brain is a flash of light, and she reversed the situation all at once.

Good daughter-in-law!Good daughter-in-law!

His face was filled with anger immediately, and he pointed at Mr. He at the door, "What are you, you dare to pretend to be my father, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night?"

While talking, he bent down and picked up the knife on the cutting board that was cooking next to him, and rushed to Mr. He angrily, "No one can bully my father!"

The anger in He Dazhu's eyes is real, this bad old man, his mouth was broken when he was alive, disturbing his restlessness.

Now that he has finally died, he is restless after death, and even came out to make trouble.

Then I will let you die again!

Before he could reach him, he was picked up by the waist, it was his relatives.

Now it is a society ruled by law. Unlike before, it is illegal to kill people now. Even if they escape with their help, they will still be on the run.

An uncle of the clan tried to persuade him, waved his hand, and attracted two young men, who pushed down the excited and angry He Dazhu.

Looking at He Dazhu who was almost insane, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"What a dutiful son!"

If Father He was alive, seeing his son working so hard for his reputation, he would probably be smiling.

Uncle Clan smiled gratifiedly, and then glared at Father He at the door with an unkind expression. He was about to reprimand him angrily, but seeing his familiar face, his momentum weakened by three points.

"You, who are you, why are you pretending... ah!"

He was slapped on the face with just a slap, and the uncle of the clan was dumbfounded. Before he could speak, a familiar voice came from his ear.

"You bastard, if I hadn't saved you back then, you would have drowned in the cesspit long ago, now you are questioning my identity?"

Upon hearing this.

The uncle of the clan was stunned. He fell into a cesspit when he was a child, but was almost drowned, and was rescued by Father He.

This matter is extremely secretive, where did this person in front of him know?

He looked at Father He in front of him, his lips trembled, "I, let me ask you, there was an incident between us 30 years ago, do you remember?"

"How do I remember?"

Uncle Clan breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body relaxed a lot.

Fake, fake.

Before he could speak, Father He pondered for a moment, "After all, so many years have passed, and I don't remember very clearly. It was about peeing on my head. I'm already ten years old."

"Well, no no no no."

The uncle of the clan blushed, his neck stiffened, and he denied it flatly, but he believed most of it in his heart.

"Oh, by the way, I remembered, that year your chick was nagged by a chicken, it hurt... um... let me continue... um..."

Father He put aside the uncle's hand with a look of disgust, and stared at him with two eyes, "Now do you believe that I am a real person?"

Uncle Clan nodded in panic, his eyes and movements were exactly the same.