I, the ghost hunter, chase my wife thousands of miles away! [Rebirth]

Gao Xuan's heart finally fell to the ground, people hugged and cheered, raised their arms and shouted, and many people even cried with joy.

In a short time, Shao Mobai and his wife turned from Wan Jiang's sinners to benefactors.

When the dust settles, good and evil return to their original state.

Shao Mobai put the glazed fan back into his arms, and stopped in front of the ghost, preparing for the next step.

"So far, do you have anything else to say?"

The half-human tall ghost listened to the crying in the room, his eyes were empty, and he said sadly: "You shouldn't have given birth to her, the world is so hard, why let her be born to suffer this pain?"

Shao Mubai said: "In life, there are joys and sorrows, and there are prosperity and declines. There are so many different things. Why do you want to deprive all senses for the sake of bitterness?"

Gui Yao was startled, and went over his words in his heart, as if he was thinking.

"Whether there is joy, there is sorrow... But the sorrow is so great, how can she survive this life... If I want to be reincarnated, I will definitely not be reborn as a human being."

Shao Mobai said: "This is your choice."

Gui Yao said: "It's also my decision, no one can change this decision."

Shao Mobai's brows sank, and his words became a little more serious: "But this child wanted to be reincarnated as a human being. She was reincarnated in the Zhang family just to be born as an adult. Why did you kill him and forcibly distort her decision to be human? "

These words seemed to enter Gui Yao's heart, she was silent, and the last line of defense completely collapsed.The lips opened and closed, and then closed, but finally said nothing, silent to the lines on the well stone.

Shao Mobai saw that her whole body seemed to have been pulled out of the bone, leaning there weakly, as alive as a piece of paper.There was some sympathy in my heart.

But sympathy is all sympathy. As a ghost hunter, he still has to keep up with the next thing.So he took a step forward and said:

"Your resentment attached to the tear pill has not been eliminated. If you are willing, I need your help."

The ghost raised his head slowly, a black tear hung from the corner of his eye, "Aren't you afraid that I will be a hindrance?"

Shao Zhengbai took out the tear pill and handed it over, "This is the end of the matter, you don't need it."

What's more, the ghost and demon's vitality has been greatly damaged, even if they want to transport the tear pill, they are powerless.

"By the way." Shao Mobai remembered something, "Do you have a name? How do you call it?"

The ghost was stunned for a moment, and said, "Haitang."

"Haitang?" Shao Zhengbai was surprised, "Are you a woman?"

The ghost looked up at him, "Isn't it like that?"

Under the moonlight, the facial features could not be seen clearly on the bumpy face, and there were fine stitches on the forehead and cheeks, and even the outline was very blurred.It was very creepy to look at.

Shao Mobai frowned, and said: "No, I heard your voice was low and slow, and thought it was a man."

Haitang smiled and said: "I was only ten years old when I died, and my voice hasn't changed yet. How can I tell if it's a boy or a girl..." She was silent for a moment, raised her hand, and picked up the heavy Lei Dan said again, "What am I going to do? Let's start."

Shao Yubai glanced at the people around him, and reminded her: "Later, your memory will be presented like a painting, and everyone can see it. Why don't you change the place?"

Haitang shook her head, spread the tear pill in her hand, and said: "No need, it's here. I killed their child, and I have to let them know why I did it, right?"

Shao Mubai faintly felt that there was a big secret hidden behind Haitang, but since he could see it right away, he didn't ask too much.He just nodded at her, winked at Duan Wuji not far away, and took out the Floating Mirror from his bosom.Under the bright moon, the mirror received a piece of moonlight and reflected it on Haitang's hand.

After a while, the white mist curled up, like clouds deep in the green mountains, floating upwards along the air current, slowly gathering in mid-air to form a picture scroll.From simple to complex, everything in the world is gradually formed, the mountains and seas are vast, and the houses are like houses. A few scattered houses are located among the mountains, under the shade of trees.There is a dam in front of every house, and a garden behind the house. In the sea breeze, men and women weave, fish and work.

The outline of the object gradually became clear, and finally it became a magnificent scene, which was displayed in front of the eyes without any difference from reality.

"Whoa whoa--"

The rooster crowed on the mulberry branch, which alarmed the yellow dog in the yard, and immediately crawled out of the kennel, barking twice in response to the occasion.

In this thatch-stacked house, there is a mountain of dry firewood piled up in the yard, which is obviously not stored by the family for burning.A little girl in patched clothes sat in front of the pile of firewood, with her hands on her knees and her eyes glazed over.

Her face was dirty, her hair was not well combed, and the rope was loose and loose, not as strong as the other little girls.It's a pity that those watery eyes, if they are tidied up, will be a bright color in the mountains and fields.

"Begonia—"

A woman's voice came from the room, and this call confirmed Shao Mubai's conjecture—this child of a few years old was indeed Haitang.

When she heard the call, she immediately got up from the stump, and responded crisply:

"Hey!"

The woman in the house was weaving with a shuttle, and asked her: "Have you finished chopping firewood? Your father will come back later, and if he sees that you haven't finished chopping, he might lose his temper again."

Haitang licked her lips anxiously, but still responded crisply: "Hey! That's good!"

The woman in the room didn't call her anymore, but just sighed sadly: "Oh, it would be great if this girl was a boy..."

The words were very soft, and disappeared into the chirping of the machine.

Haitang pursed her lips, slowly raised her hand, looked at the two swelling blood bubbles in her palm, blew twice, and went to get the ax again.

The faint but clear sound of firewood began to sound regularly in the courtyard again, like a woodpecker that didn't know how tired it was, poking the tree trunk one after another.

At that time, Haitang was only seven years old, and it was very difficult to hold an ax in her hand, let alone chop firewood.She will split five or six times the firewood that an adult splits with an axe.It won't cut much after a whole day's work.But her father let her do it anyway, because a little hacking is better than no hacking at all.Moreover, the girl Haitang is thoughtful, and the firewood she chops is very neat in size, and she brings it to the city to buy it for a rich family, and it can be sold for an extra two yuan per catty.

In the evening, the man in charge finally came back. Seeing that Haitang not only did not slack off, but had split more bundles than before, he did not lose his temper. He threw away the burden of going to work and entered the house without saying a word.Anyway, it doesn't matter what he said, Haitang will help him clean up the burden.The woman arranged a few small dishes, and the family of three gathered around the table to cook rice.

During the meal, Haitang carefully watched her father's every move with her big eyes raised.After a long while, I finally made up my mind and said:

"Father, I... want to go to school."

Her voice was soft, like a mosquito, but it tore a hole in the air.

pat!

The woman's chopsticks fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the original peaceful atmosphere in the room was suddenly shattered.

The man's thick eyebrows frowned, as if a stormy sea was passing over his face.

"What kind of book does the girl study? She will be married in two years, and learn how to weave cloth and fishnets from your mother. What's the use of studying?"

Haitang was startled by his expression, and the hand holding the bowl couldn't help shaking.But this idea has been lingering in her heart for many days. Today, she worked hard and her father is in a good mood. If she doesn't say it now, she won't have the chance to say it in the future.

"Yes, but Ah Zhong from the next door can go, why can't I?"

The man knocked on the table with the chopsticks, "A Zhong is a boy, you are a girl, how can it be the same? Didn't you hear what the rich say? A woman's lack of talent is virtue."

Haitang was very disappointed, she hung her head halfway, and said in a low voice, "Then they still said, it's my father's fault if I raise it or not..."

It has to be said that she overfulfilled the task today, which really made her father more tolerant towards him.Otherwise, in the old days, the first thing she said would be to be beaten.

But the facts proved that her irascible father was always irascible, and she only got a moment of gentleness in exchange for breaking the blood bubble.

"boom!"

The man slapped the table hard, and the bowls on the table also jumped, making a clanging sound.

"Is it because I didn't beat you today, so you don't know anything about your last name!"

Haitang flinched a bit, terrified, she just lowered her head and looked up at him, still unwilling to give up, "Father, don't be angry. I promise, if I go to study, I won't delay the work at home. I get up an hour early every day to chop firewood, and when I come back from school, I also help my mother with things, so I won't be lazy."

"Don't be lazy?" The man put down the bowl and chopsticks, and the veins on his forehead twitched, "You haven't been here all day, is that called not being lazy? I don't know what's going on in your head? You just want to find an excuse Don't work, don't talk about such nonsense, I'm not so confused that I want to give you money!"

Haitang clutched her trouser legs tightly, and said, "Daddy, I, I have inquired about it. It doesn't cost much to study. It only costs two pennies a day, not much..."

"Two pennies a day, do you think our family runs a bank? What do you eat, use, and live in now? Which one does not cost money? Which one is not offered by me? Prodigal stuff! Just say that Ah Zhong can go to school, people Why don’t you learn how to work in the fields? You will live the life of a poor family, take care of the eldest lady, and find out what your surname is! Don’t talk about those yellow beam dreams of the Jade Emperor all day long!”

Haitang wanted to study, so she chopped firewood in the yard every day, listening to the poems recited by the children who were leaving school, and they were all in unison, and she always felt itchy.

So, she risked being beaten to say those words.

"It's natural for parents to raise children. It's the same as when you get old in the future, I will support you. How can I be prodigal if I eat less and wear poor clothes? Or, in Dad's heart, girls are prodigal no matter what. , boys are housekeepers no matter what? Why don't you just say it? You don't let me go to school just because I'm a girl, not because you want me to chop wood to make more money!"