I Made a Fortune By Raiding Houses In Ancient Times Chapter 167

Chapter 167 The puppet is still alive

Xia Zhi was driving the carriage just fine. When he saw the woman rushing over as if she didn't care about her life, he was so frightened that he quickly stopped the reins.

"Xiangu, Xiangu..." Lingchu was sleeping soundly in the carriage when he suddenly heard a woman's voice yelling.

“Hey, what's the matter with you? Don't you want to die? If I hadn't caught the horse in time, you would have been disabled today.”

As soon as Lingchu opened his eyes, he heard Xia Zhi's dissatisfied scolding and the woman's apology.

As soon as Liu Xiangju opened the car curtain, the woman outside heard the movement and immediately rushed over, shouting in surprise and joy, "Xiangu, I was just going to find you, but I didn't expect to meet you on the road. It's really... Very good."

Ling Chu remembered that this woman had asked her to tell her fortune. There were dead people buried under the pig pen at her home.

He glanced at the other person's frightened face and said, "Aunt Sun, is something going on in your family again?"

Mrs. Sun nodded desperately, her voice trembling, "Xiangu, I...my chicken died again."

 “How did you die?”

Sun's eyes were horrified, “Xiangu, my family has… there is… a puppet. My chicken's neck… was twisted.

Xiangu, please, can you help me? "

Ling Chu sighed, "How can I help? I reminded you last time to dismantle the pig pen as soon as possible and buy some incense and candles as offerings to make amends to the deceased.

　This is your fault. If you are unwilling to do as I say, there is no point in asking me. "

Sun originally wanted to demolish the pig pen, but her son did not believe that there were corpses buried underneath and did not agree to demolish it.

Thinking of what happened at home today, Mrs. Sun already regretted, "I listened to the fairy lady and tore down the pigsty when I got back.

Can you ask Fairy Aunt to help me collect that dirty thing? "

【Ding! 】

　　【Requested task detected! 】

  【Please host to complete the task, earn merit, and stay alive. 】

Ling Chu put away the system and asked Sun to follow him in the carriage to show the way to Xia Zhi.

Fifteen minutes later, Ms. Sun pointed to a brick house at the end of the village and said, "That's my home..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mrs. Sun's expression suddenly changed, "Why is my house flooded?"

Ling Chu followed the sound and looked over, and sure enough he saw a thick smoke rising into the air.

Xia Zhi drove the carriage in a hurry. Sun was so anxious that as soon as the carriage stopped, she jumped out in a hurry. She didn't bother to greet Ling Chu and rushed towards her yard.

Lingchu got off the carriage and followed with two maids.

 The location of the fire, it seems, is the area behind Sun's house.

 Having not gone far, I saw many old people and children gathered around the place where the fire broke out. Those young and strong men were hurriedly carrying basins and buckets to fetch water to put out the fire.

 It just doesn't have much effect.

 The house where the fire broke out seemed to be a firewood shed, with a lot of firewood piled inside.

Lingchu could cast spells and pray for rain, but she didn't do it.

First of all, she had limited energy and didn't want to waste it. Secondly, there was too much fire. The woodshed was almost burned out. It didn't matter whether the fire was saved or not.

 The firewood shed is separate from Mrs. Sun's house, so the fire will not spread there.

Another more important reason is that Ling Chu smelled a decaying corpse gas nearby. If she guessed correctly, a ghost appeared here just now.

 “Cock, cluck...” Just as Ling Chu was looking around for the ghost, he suddenly heard the panicked cries of a group of chickens.

"It's broken, my chicken." Mrs. Sun turned pale and ran towards the chicken coop on the side. But after a few steps, she remembered the two chickens whose necks had been twisted earlier, and she couldn't help but stop.

He turned around and looked at Ling Chu anxiously, "Xiangu..."

Lingchu knew what she was afraid of, so he walked over, "Let's go, I'll go with you and have a look." Some women felt strange when they heard the unusual rooster crow, and then saw Mrs. Sun with her He followed a Taoist nun towards the chicken coop next to her, and out of curiosity, they also followed her.

The chicken coop is not far away, right next to the woodshed. Through the fence, you can see at a glance a dozen chickens of various sizes, flapping their wings and running around screaming as if they were greatly frightened. .

On the ground, lying motionless, five or six chickens covered in blood appeared to be freshly dead.

An elderly lady slapped her thigh and exclaimed, "Oh, Lotus Sun, your chicken was bitten by a weasel, right?"

 “Are there weasels in our land? Why haven't I heard of them?”

Sun's face turned pale and she smiled bitterly in her heart. If it were a weasel, she wouldn't be so scared.

Just as more and more women were following, a little hen suddenly seemed to have been pinched by the neck and lifted up into the air.

The little hen was tightly held by the neck, and its wings and feet flapped desperately in mid-air for a few times. Then someone broke its neck with a click and threw it at Sun's feet with a bang.

 Seeing this strange scene, timid women and children were immediately frightened and screamed.

The chickens in the fence even screamed in surprise.

Seeing another little hen being lifted up into the air by its neck, Ling Chu raised his hand, pinched it, and touched it on his eyes.

Ling Chu frowned when he saw the ghost of a little hen pinching the hen in mid-air with an evil look on his face.

Isn't this the puppet hiding behind the date tree at Mrs. Hu's house?

Seeing that the puppet was about to break the chicken's neck again, Ling Chu raised his voice and said, "Zhao Yishan, you have killed so many chickens, why don't you stop now."

Zhao Yishan glared over with a sinister look on his face, "These beasts were eating and **** in my burial place, so I killed them just in time."

“Were you the one who killed the poultry in Mrs. Sun's house earlier? And the fire in the woodshed, was it also you who set the fire?”

“That's right, who asked them to build chicken coops and pig pens on my cemetery?”

“Aunt Sun's family didn't know that your body was buried here. Even if they were wrong, you killed so many poultry and set fire to her woodshed. You should calm down.

You can let the chicken go. Aunt Sun has agreed to demolish the chicken coop and pig pen. You don't have to worry about your cemetery being dirty in the future. "

This Zhao Yishan not only has an evil aura, but also a strong sense of resentment. With Ling Chu's current body, it is too troublesome to deal with him. It would be best if he could be persuaded verbally.

Zhao Yishan might have thought she was lying, so Ling Chu turned to Mrs. Sun and said, "Your family built the chicken coop and pig pen on Zhao Yishan's cemetery. It's indeed your fault. You'd better find someone to tear it down as soon as possible."

Sun was confused, "Xiangu, whose cemetery are you talking about? Zhao Yishan?"

Ling Chu saw that her expression was wrong and asked strangely, "It's Zhao Yishan. Is there anything wrong?"

Sun's son Datang had just finished putting out the fire and hurried over. He happened to hear Ling Chu's words and immediately said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? Zhao Yishan is alive and well. I knew you, a Taoist nun, were here." Cheating."

Ling Chu raised his eyebrows. Is Sun's son saying, is that puppet still alive?

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