Master of Metaphysics

Mrs. Wang scolded Lao Wang loudly. Lao Wang's daughter-in-law, Zhao Jie, walked up to Lao Wang with her weak body, took her daughter and said, "What is his identity? His current identity is that a daughter was murdered by a brother's family." Father, Mom, I know you don't want any estrangement between the two of them, but Xiao Qing's life is more important than their brotherhood?"

"I don't care, Ba Ying, you don't know who your brother is? What you do is slap him in the face! Have you forgotten all the tricks out there?"

Lao Wang didn't listen to his mother's words this time, he insisted: "I don't care, for the sake of Xiaoqing, I can even take my life, this time I have to try it according to what the master said, if it is fake, then I will give it to you." You, apologize to Jiuying on your knees!"

"You!" The old lady slapped the table angrily, "Are you trying to force your mother to death? After decades of brotherhood, you now say that he is going to kill Xiaoqing. What good will killing Xiaoqing do to him! "

"What's the benefit?" Lao Wang showed resentment, "The benefit is to extend the life of his terminally ill son!"

As soon as the words fell, Mrs. Wang's hands trembled a little, and she tremblingly said: "I don't care, I don't care! You can do whatever you want!"

As he walked into his bedroom, he slammed the door shut with a bang.

Zhao Jie put Xiaoqing on the bed, touched her little face, and tears flowed down her face: "Daughter, you are finally saved."

No matter how outrageous her husband said, she still chose to believe that this was her daughter's wish!

Back in the living room, Zhao Jie saw Lao Wang rummaging through the pile of sundries on the balcony, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Xiaojie, last time Wang Jiuying and the others came to live at home, where are the clothes they left behind?"

At that time, Wang Jiuying's daughter-in-law insisted on putting their clothes here, and asked Zhao Jie to wash them and pack them, so that they could take them away when they went back.

After the child's accident, Zhao Jie didn't have the heart to clean up the housework, so the old lady washed them and packed them.

Zhao Jie went over and picked out their bag of clothes from a pile of things. Lao Wang took out a child's underwear inside, and called his friend to find a way to get him a pot of black dog blood. .While waiting for the blood of the black dog, Zhao Jie always felt that something was wrong. Perhaps when it came to children, a mother would always be very sensitive to any related matters. He opened the door tightly and saw a puff of smoke coming out of it.

"Hey, Mom, what are you doing? Old Wang, come and have a look, Mom's room is on fire!" Zhao Jie shouted, pushed open the door and rushed to the old lady whose back was facing the door, and saw that there was a fire in the small water glass on the ground. There was a piece of yellow paper burning, she quickly reached out to take it, but was stopped, the old lady gave her a look: "If it burns, you will blame me again!"

Old Wang also came in when he heard the commotion, and was a little anxious when he saw this: "What are you doing, what are you playing with fire in the house, what should you do if something goes wrong!"

"What could happen? I'm not too old to move anymore." The old lady's face improved when she saw that there was only a pinch of ashes left in the cup.

"What are you burning?" Zhao Jie said in a bad tone, she always felt that her mother-in-law was a little weird after her husband said that Xiaoqing was saved.

Now that she was sneaking in the house again and didn't know what was burning, she really doubted whether her mother-in-law had a hand in this matter, but Xiao Qing was brought up by her mother-in-law since she was a child, and her mother-in-law treated Xiao Qing well. She loves her so much, she usually won't let her scold her, how could it be...

The doubts in my heart lingered, and Zhao Jie looked at the old lady with something obviously wrong.

Hearing Zhao Jie's questioning, the old lady said in a somewhat aggressive tone: "What I burn is my business, why, you can take care of this house in the future, will my old lady report to you when she eats, drinks, and slops?"

"Mom, Xiaojie didn't mean that. She was also afraid that something would happen to you. Xiaoqing's condition is not good these days, so she is inevitably a little depressed. It's okay, you clean up yourself." He said and pulled Zhao Jie out of the bedroom .

When his friend sent the black dog blood, Lao Wang directly soaked the little autumn clothes he found in it. Zhao Jie was worried, and moved the basin to the bedroom, only waiting to take it to the intersection and burn it tomorrow night. daughter will be saved.

The old lady said with a bit of yin and yang, "Are you afraid that I will knock over your pot? And hide it in the bedroom!"

Zhao Jie didn't speak, she was just guarding against the old lady in her heart, at this time, she absolutely wouldn't allow any mistakes.

Lao Wang smoothed things over with some embarrassment, and the atmosphere among the three suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Early the next morning, Zhao Jie got up and picked up the little autumn clothes that had been soaked for a long time, and planned to dry them directly, but the old lady stopped her again and said: "You stuff this dirty thing in, and after Is this washing machine still available?"

Zhao Jie was a little impatient: "I can't use it and buy another one. Isn't Xiaoqing's life worth a washing machine?"

After breakfast, Zhao Jie guarded the drying bloody clothes, not daring to leave even a single step, while Old Wang went to prepare things for the altar at night. The old lady was a little restless, so she went to her bedroom and called quietly. After hanging up the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Near noon, Lao Wang came back with big bags and small bags. The old lady locked herself in the room uncharacteristically and did not come out to eat. She only said that she was not feeling well and asked Lao Wang and the others to eat first.

But as soon as the two of them finished setting the meal, there was a knock on the door, Lao Wang opened the door, and his sister-in-law Bai Panzhu had white hair and beard.An old man in Taoist robes walked in.

As soon as she entered the door, she rushed towards Zhao Jie, reaching out her hand to tear Zhao Jie's hair, while yelling: "Bitch! Want to kill my child to save your daughter's life? See if I don't beat you to death today!"

Zhao Jie protected the bloody gown in her arms and struggled. Her hair was grabbed, and she screamed: "Obviously you first borrowed my daughter's life to treat your son's leukemia, and now you are still spitting blood! Your family My son will die a terrible death!"

After hearing the yelling, Bai Panzhu reached out and grabbed the clothes in her hand.

Old Wang hurriedly protected his wife and pulled the two of them apart. At this time, the old lady also came out of the bedroom and asked, "What's the matter? Why did the fight start? Panzhu, why are you here?"

Zhao Jie sneered: "Why is she here? Didn't you call to inform her that she will come?"

She finally figured it out, Bai Panzhu came back just as soon as she finished shopping, it wasn't someone from the family who reported to her, that would be the hell, she and her husband were out of the house, so the old lady was left alone?

The old lady was full of grievances: "I didn't, why would I call her, Baying feudal superstition, I don't believe it at all!"

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

The old Taoist priest who had been standing at the door flicked his whisk, walked in and said, "Today's matter is because the poor Taoist said something to this lady Bai, and it has nothing to do with others."

Zhao Jie sneered: "Master, what did you see?"

"When I saw Ms. Bai, I found that her child's palace was black and red. Someone must be harming her child with evil methods, so I asked a few more questions. From Ms. Bai's face, her child is It was sacrificed by an ancient method."

"This method involves soaking the sacrificial person's underwear with the blood of a black dog for seven hours, knocking on the ghost gate at the crossroads in the middle of the night, burning the bloody clothing and spreading it to the southwest, so that it can be compared with the passer-by. A deal has been made. In ancient times, dutiful sons sacrificed their lives for their parents, but Ms. Bai’s child is still a naughty boy, so it must not be voluntary. Mr. Wang, am I wrong?”

Lao Wang heard that this Taoist priest was exactly the same as that boy said yesterday, and his heart beat a little. Is this really some kind of sorcery?