Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Chapter 52

Jing Luo was taken aback for a moment: "Use your life?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Grandma was so angry that she wanted to chase her away again, "Get out, I don't welcome you here!"

Wu Qi didn't wait for her to rush, he got up and went out by himself: "I don't want to come here either, what do you have to do with me?"

As a result, she walked to the door, but she couldn't open it no matter what.

Grandma was stunned for a moment, walked back to the room tremblingly, took out a wooden stick, and said to Song Yi: "You group of monsters and ghosts, dare to cast evil spells on my house, see if I won't knock you out of your wits with one stick... "

Before Jing Luo had time to stop him, he saw Song Yi firmly grasping the wooden stick.

Soon, he smelled a burning smell.

Song Yi's hand was already turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he hurriedly said, "Song Yi, let go!"

"Grandma," Song Yi seemed to feel no pain, closing his eyes and said calmly, "This house is so small, don't swing around with a stick, it will be bad if you hit someone."

After speaking, he suddenly exerted force, pulled the wooden stick out of Grandma's hand, and threw it aside casually.

The sound of the wooden stick falling to the ground was very clear. Wu Qi pasted two charms on the door, but it still didn't work.

"Song Yi! Open the door!"

Song Yi didn't change his face, and said: "Let's go after making it clear."

Jing Luo picked up his hand, the wounds on it had faded a lot, but there were still a few red and black scars.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt," Song Yi saw him frowning, and smiled happily, "That stick can't hurt me."

"Grandma," Jing Luo looked serious after checking his injuries, "Although I don't know how you plan to deal with Fengshui Street, I will not let you die. I will come here every day."

Grandma said angrily: "What are you doing here? You've already moved out, so don't worry about the things on the street."

Jing Luo didn't answer, but pulled Song Yi and sat down beside him.

Wu Qi felt bored standing at the door, so she actually sat down beside them.

Grandma looked at the three people sitting in a row in front of her, her eyes widened with anger.

"Tell me," Song Yi tilted his head and looked at Wu Qi, "Don't you want to go back sooner?"

Wu Qi said: "There's nothing to say, I've already said what I know."

Song Yi: "Since when did Fengshui Street become a very yin place, why didn't I feel it before."

"You?" Wu Qi sneered, "There is no piece of land in this world that can give you cultivation."

Jing Luo asked: "From your point of view, that piece of land has been suppressed before, by whom? How? Is there another way?"

"Why do you think you can live there for so long? Of course, someone has suppressed it before. It is said that there was a sudden change decades ago," Wu Qi suddenly raised his head and said to Grandma , "Who was in that place last time?"

Grandma sat across from them, gave her a white look, and said nothing.

Jing Luo said with difficulty: "That person is also... suppressed with his life?"

"That's right," Wu Qi sneered, "The witch's mission is to save the common people."

"It has nothing to do with you!" Grandma said angrily again, "You are no longer a witch, you are a rebellious grandson blinded by money!"

Hearing this sentence, Jing Luo was still a little surprised.

What he originally thought was that because of hereditary constitution, there were not many witches left in the world, so Wu Qi and grandma might know each other.

But he didn't expect Wu Qi to be grandma's...granddaughter?

In his impression, Grandma has always lived alone, but because she has a good relationship with the neighbors in the neighborhood, there is no inconvenience.

Now it seems that grandma has a husband and daughter, but he has never seen her before.

Wu Qidao: "I was blinded by money? Do you think I will be like you, nesting in that dilapidated street every day, not going out of the door, not going out of the door, living on the little old calligraphy and painting, even buying a piece of paper?" You have to let people buy things for you, and you have to worry about the seal of this broken street every day? Do you know why my mother took me away from that broken street! It's because she doesn't want to live like you!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap.

I don't know if it was because of being anxious or something, but the grandmother's movements were much more agile than usual, and she slapped Wu Qi once she came up: "Don't mention your mother! Your mother still has a little conscience in the end, how about you?!"

"Have a conscience?" Wu Qi didn't dodge, his face was still tilted, "Is it a conscience to die for a group of irrelevant people? I live a good life and don't provoke anyone, so I don't have a conscience?!"

Both of them were gasping for breath, and the room became much quieter in an instant.

Jing Luo couldn't help whispering: "Is it inappropriate for us to be here?"

"Stop arguing," Song Yi frowned, "Is there any other solution?"

"Stop being self-righteous," said the grandmother, "Hurry up and go!"

Grandma wiped her tears as she spoke, she didn't know if she was angry, or because she brought up some unpleasant memories.

Wu Qi also said angrily: "Song Yi! Open the door!"

"Open the door," Jing Luo said, "Even if there are other methods, Grandma probably doesn't know."

Grandma: "There is no other way!"

The door slammed open.

Wu Qi ran out, but the elevator didn't come after pressing for a long time.

After Jing Luo went out, he reached out and patted Wu Qi's shoulder: "...don't cry."

Wu Qi restrained himself from making a sound, his shoulders kept shaking slightly, and tears poured out.

She gritted her teeth: "Don't get me wrong, I have nothing to do with that old woman, I just thought of my mother, and I couldn't hold it back."

When he got outside the house, Wu Qi turned around and wanted to leave.

As a result, it stopped after taking two steps.

"The old lady has a pot at home, have you seen it?"

Just in front of the TV cabinet, the pot is golden yellow and exquisitely made, which is very conspicuous in the dilapidated small house.

Jing Luo nodded: "I see."

"The way to suppress it is to take the pot full of her blood and sprinkle it on the places with the most yin energy on the street. Three days after the sprinkle is full, she will draw a formation and sacrifice herself. If she enters, she will die, without exception."

Jing Luo nodded: "We will stop it, don't worry."

"I'm not worried at all," Wu Qi said with red eyes, "Let her die."

After speaking, she strode away.

Jing Luo sighed: "What should we do now, ask He Yuan? He seems to have lived not long, so he might know something."

"It's better to ask him about black and white impermanence. If the street is really so evil, the underworld can't ignore it."

"That's right," Jing Luo said, "It's impossible for us to guard Grandma every day. We have to find a way first, at least not let her die first."

"Don't worry, she won't die."

Jing Luo asked suspiciously, "Do you have a solution?"

"Well," Song Yi said, "wait for me here."

After speaking, he turned and left.

In a few minutes, he came back.

In his hand he held a pot of gold.

Before Jing Luo had time to say anything, he heard a very abrupt window opening sound from upstairs.

"You!" Grandma shouted hoarsely, "Give me back the pot!"

"..." Jing Luo was really a little dumbfounded, but this seemed like a good solution.

He took Song Yi's hand and said, "Let's go."

Back home, Jing Luo put the pot on the top of the closet in his room.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "In this way, grandma will not mess around for the time being."

"Well," Song Yi said, "I'm contacting the underworld now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard several knocks on the door.

The knock on the door came from Song Yi's room.

And... it was knocking from the inside.

Black and white impermanence has never been in the habit of knocking on the door.

"Did you hear that?"

Song Yi said: "I heard it."

After he finished speaking, he strode forward. Just as he was about to open the door, the door opened by itself.

A boy came out.

The boy was dressed casually and looked about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He looked around, smiled suddenly when he saw Jing Luo, and ran over with big strides.

He was so fast that Jing Luo was hugged hard before he could even react.

"We meet again!" He rubbed Jing Luo's cheek.

Jing Luo was stunned, and stretched out his hand to break free: "You are?"

With a dark face, Song Yi came over and pulled the boy away from Jing Luo's side.

The boy first glanced at Song Yi: "Father is right, you are really fierce."

Then he smiled and looked at Jing Luo, "I am the son of the King of Hades, and I was sent by my father to investigate the matter of Fengshui Street. I heard that Xiao Luo, you are also investigating this matter, so I came to you."

Jing Luo was full of doubts: "You just said... we met again, what do you mean?"

"I saw you unilaterally," Yan Wang's son winked at him, and said mischievously, "I was on the verdict when the oil pan was executed."

He opened his hands and made an exaggerated gesture: "There were so many people at that time, but I saw you at a glance."