At the beginning of the quadrangle, I, He Daqing, approached Yi Zhonghai to collect debts

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, those who should go to work went to work, and those who should go to school went to school. Jia Dongxu's death was just a ripple in the peaceful life of the courtyard, which was soon forgotten.

Qin Huairu started tidying up the house in the morning.

She first put away the white silk in the mourning hall, and then went to get Jia Dongxu's posthumous photo on the altar table.

"What are you doing! Let me down!"

At first Jia Zhang stood aside and watched her tidy up coldly.

When Qin Huairu was walking out with Jia Dongxu's portrait, he couldn't help it anymore and immediately blocked the door.

"What am I doing? I'm done with all the white things, what else can I do? This photo looks unlucky to me, so of course I threw it away."

Seeing Qin Huairu's disapproving expression, Jia Zhang immediately jumped up like an enraged lion.

"How dare you! Now that Dong Xu has just died, if you dare to do this, I will fight you hard!"

Now that Jia Zhang has nothing left, she feels more and more important about her son.

Now Qin Huairu wants to destroy the mourning hall, which makes her unacceptable.

Seeing Jia Zhang's crazy face, Qin Huairu also hesitated a little, because of a dead ghost, he couldn't be bothered with such a shrew.

"Okay, you can keep it for yourself, but you can withdraw it for me after the first seven at most, or you can move out for me!"

Qin Huairu threw the portrait in her hand to Mrs. Jia Zhang, and went back to the house angrily.

Jia Zhang carefully caught the portrait, and then placed it on the altar.

"Dongxu, mother is having a hard time now."

After He Daqing got the soul-attracting talisman, he sneaked into the space and checked it. He saw a piece of yellow paper full of tadpole-shaped runes on the ground, and quickly picked it up.

The system will not appear this reward for no reason, it seems that it wants to use it in Jia Dongxu's first seven.

He Daqing was also full of anticipation, wanting to see if ghosts really appeared by then.

It's already the twelfth lunar month, the weather is cold, and it has just snowed, so the road is very slippery, so He Daqing and Xiuqin didn't go out, just waiting to see Jia Dongxu's good show.

Yi Zhonghai went to work the next day, he solved a big problem, and he was in a very good mood.

Because Xu Damao didn't plan to hold the wedding so early, he hurried to work.

Until the seventh day after Jia Dongxu's death, the atmosphere in the courtyard seemed a little dignified.

At night, Mrs. Jia replaced her son's altar with new incense candles and tributes, and then she closed her eyes and began to murmur mysteriously:
"Dongxu, if you are alive, look at your poor mother, and take away those bastards who bully me."

Qin Huairu on the side looked at this scene coldly, just waiting for the mourning hall to be removed after the end of the day, she didn't want to see this posthumous photo for a moment.

As Jia Zhang muttered, it seemed that the wind started to blow again outside.

Qin Huairu felt a chill coming over her, and her heart tightened inexplicably, so she quickly closed the door, turned around and hid in the back room.

Seeing that Qin Huairu was scared away, Jia Zhang had a smug look on his face.

"Master, why is it windy again today? Is it going to snow again? It's cold enough today."

Xiuqin said worriedly when she heard the wind blowing stronger and stronger outside.

"It's okay, let's heat up the stove so it won't freeze."

He Daqing comforted his daughter-in-law, and after fully opening the air inlet of the coal stove, he walked to the door of the room and looked into the courtyard.

Seeing that the lights in Jia's hall were not turned on, but candles were lit, he knew that something would happen today.

Just as he was about to watch the excitement, the voice of the system sounded in his mind again:

[The host is detected and triggers a system task: help Jia Dongxu take revenge. 】

[Task Reward: From the favor of the undead, get a puppet doll. (Carrying it with you can resist a life-and-death crisis for the owner.)]

He Daqing was not surprised to hear the system task, but the reward for completing the task made his breathing quicken.

Darling, doesn't this mean you have an extra life?
This reward is more valuable than any other reward!

He Daqing was overjoyed, so he touched the soul-attracting charm in his pocket and said to Xiuqin:
"I'm going out to use the bathroom."

After speaking, he hurriedly opened the door and walked out.

"It's strange, didn't you just go to the toilet? Why did you go again? Could it be that things have happened too frequently recently?"

Seeing He Daqing walking out in a hurry, Xiuqin, who was putting on the soles of her shoes, muttered a few words in a low voice.

When He Daqing quietly came to the door of Jia's house, he saw Mrs. Jia and Zhang muttering something in front of the altar, so he stuffed the soul-inducing talisman along the crack of the door, knocked on the door and ran out of the yard quickly.

Jia Zhang, who was concentrating on wanting his son to vent his anger on him, suddenly trembled when he heard the knock on the door, and almost knocked his head on the altar.

Turning around, he saw the darkness outside, and there was no one, so he asked angrily:

"Who is it?"

Seeing that there was no sound outside, Mrs. Jia Zhang walked to the door, opened the door and looked out, but saw nothing, so she closed the door and said to herself in doubt:

"Why is there no one? Could it be that I heard wrong?"

But when she turned around and walked towards the altar, with the help of the swaying candlelight, she suddenly saw a piece of yellow paper full of runes floating towards the altar under her feet, and suddenly felt that the hairs all over her body were about to explode.

Her family did not buy such paper money to burn, and the appearance of the yellow paper was so strange that she was sure that it was her son who had returned.

"No, it's Dongxu who's back! My son Dongxu is back! Woohoo, Dongxu, you're back, you want to avenge your mother."

Jia Zhang burst into tears.

Qin Huairu, who was a little upset when she heard Jia Zhang's muttering, immediately became furious when she heard that she was going crazy, and rushed out of the back room.

"Okay, you old guy, just now you were muttering and pointing at Sang and scolding Huai. I didn't care as much as you did, but now you're pretending to be crazy again, aren't you? What Dongxu is back? If you dare to spread feudal superstition, be careful I'll have you arrested! "

Seeing Qin Huairu like this, Jia Zhang didn't care, pointed to the yellow paper on the ground and said:
"Qin Huairu, look what this is!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Huairu looked in the direction Jia Zhang was pointing at, and found a piece of yellow paper on the ground, and said disdainfully:
"It's just a piece of yellow"

When she saw the runes on it, she was startled.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai and others who heard the noise also rushed over.

"Old sister-in-law, this ignorant person doesn't turn on the light, what's the trouble?"

Yi Zhonghai had been worried all day, and finally had dinner. When he was about to rest, he was startled when he heard Jia Zhang said that Jia Dongxu was back, so he quickly put on his clothes and came over to watch the fun.

"Old sister-in-law, I seem to have heard you say that Dongxu is back?"

The second uncle was also taken aback by Jia Zhang's voice, and he was relieved when he saw that nothing happened in the room.

"I seem to have heard it too. It's a new society now, you feudal superstitions, Huairu, turn on the lights."

The third master felt panicked as soon as he entered the door, so he called Qin Huairu to turn on the light quickly.

"Don't turn on the lights! Today is my son's first seven days. Didn't you say I was superstitious? Today I want to let you see if my Jia Zhang family's spiritualism is not in vain!"

Jia Zhang also went all out, stopped Qin Huairu who was about to turn on the light, then picked up the yellow paper on the ground and moved towards the flame of the candle on the altar.