Infinite Doomsday: I rely on space to stock up and bully the scum

Jiang Jiang knew that she was powerless and her words carried no weight. She didn't think that she could make the Zhou family take three more days of detour just by saying "there's a trap here".

They in Daxi Village only have the qualifications to follow the Zhou family, and have no right to make decisions.

However, if it is really a trick, then there must be someone in the Valley of Broken Souls!

Jiang Jiang secretly took out a small high-power telescope, hid behind the crowd, and looked towards the mountain.

This one look made her realize the big problem.

Rolling stones, rolling logs, and human figures.

There really is a problem!

At this time, when Jiang Jiang looked at the long and narrow road again, it was as if he saw the underworld.

At this time, the Zhou family's carriage stopped, and a special servant was feeding some bean feed to the horses. The horses snorted while eating.

Butler Zhou touched the horses' necks lovingly. These horses are much more valuable than humans.

Eat more, eat more.

Jiang Jiang immediately felt a sense of urgency as he knew he would set off after a short rest and the temperature wasn't so hot.

How can she stop the Zhou family from entering the Valley of Broken Souls?

For a moment, Jiang Jiang wanted to give the telescope to the Zhou family as a rare toy. As long as they could see that there were people ambushing on the mountain, they would naturally not be stupid enough to walk into the trap again.

But the next second, Jiang Jiang dismissed the idea.

In ancient times, telescopes were good enough to be classified as military secrets.

Use your brain to think that a telescope is equivalent to a scout team. No matter how well the enemy is hidden, you can see it clearly.

Jiang Jiang can take it out, but he can't keep it.

No, she had to think of another way.

She looked at Li Laibao who was playing nearby, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

On the other side, Steward Zhou, who was about to remind everyone to set off, saw Jiang Jiang running hurriedly over holding a child.

Jiang Jiang was familiar with many people in the Zhou family, so no one stopped her.

Seeing her anxious look, Butler Zhou also asked with concern: "Mrs. Jiang, what's wrong?"

To be honest, Butler Zhou's first reaction was that Jiang Jiang's grandson was sick, so he hurried to the Zhou family for help.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Jiang's answer surprised him.

"Butler Zhou, can I ask to see Madam Zhou?"

At this time, Li Laibao closed his eyes tightly and kept uttering a few words.

"Death, death, so many death."

Seeing this, Butler Zhou was a little hesitant.

"Is this, hysteria?"

Jiang Jiang nodded quickly, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

Sweat dripped onto Li Laibao's face. He quietly opened one eye and after seeing that Jiang Jiang was safe and sound, he continued to repeat the sentence as his grandmother had told him to do before.

"I came to ask to see Madam Zhou because I know that you are a Buddhist and have many Buddhist scriptures. I was wondering if I could borrow one to bring treasure to my family to ward off evil."

"It's a pity that Laibao has been weak since his mother's womb. He is well fed and well cared for, but he is still much thinner than other children. Li Sheng is the only son like him. If..."

Before Jiang Jiang could finish his words, Zhou Wan'er, who was eavesdropping nearby, jumped out immediately.

"Aunt Jiang, come with me, I'll take you to find my mother!"

Zhou Wan'er was an impatient person. She didn't notice that Butler Zhou was hesitant to speak, and directly took Jiang Jiang's hand and walked towards the carriage where Madam Zhou was riding.

Forget it, Madam always says that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. But the young lady didn't follow the rules, so she will probably be confined to her room for two days.

Butler Zhou shook his head helplessly.

"Mom! Mom! There's an emergency!" Zhou Wan'er was running in front, and Jiang Jiang was chasing behind with Li Laibao in her arms.

"What's the hurry? Look at you, do you look like a young lady waiting to be married? Have you forgotten all the rules you learned before?"

Chunhong, who was beside Mrs. Zhou, pulled open the curtain. Mrs. Zhou was furious when she saw Zhou Wan'er looking anxious.

Zhou Wan'er was being lectured again and curled her lips, looking a little unhappy, but she was still thinking about Jiang Jiang's family affairs, so she immediately told Mrs. Zhou.

"Mom, Aunt Jiang's grandson suddenly had a hysterical attack. You usually have a large collection of Buddhist scrolls. Can you take out one and give it to Aunt Jiang?"

No, her original meaning was to borrow a Buddhist scripture, but when Zhou Wan'er said it became to give a Buddhist scripture.

This kind of thing is very valuable. If Mrs. Zhou really gives it to him, she will be owed a big favor.

Jiang Jiang had no choice but to speak up: "Mrs. Zhou, I heard that you believe in Buddhism and have many Buddhist scriptures from great monks. Can you lend me one? My son Laibao suddenly had hysteria and kept shouting that someone was going to die. I am so scared."

Mrs. Zhou bent down and got out of the car. She didn't mind that Jiang Jiang was sweating all over. She reached out and held Jiang Bao in her arms.

Li Laibao was also sweating from the heat when Jiang Jiang held him. At this moment, his brows were furrowed and he kept muttering, "Dead people, dead people, so many dead people."

Mrs. Zhou couldn't bear it when she saw this, so she turned around and asked Chunhong to get the Buddhist scripture she was reading.

"Mrs. Jiang, can you read?" asked Mrs. Zhou.

Jiang Jiang naturally shook her head. How could she, a peasant woman, recognize a word?

Mrs. Zhou asked Jiang Jiang to put Laibao on the couch in the carriage and personally recited Buddhist scriptures for Laibao.

Gradually, Laibao stopped mumbling. He looked peaceful, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhou Wan'er suppressed her excitement and pulled Mrs. Zhou.

"Mom, it really works."

She spoke very quietly, for fear of disturbing Li Laibao.

Mrs. Zhou did not expect that just reciting Buddhist scriptures would actually be effective, so she worked even harder.

Only Jiang Jiang himself knew that Lai Bao was probably too tired and fell asleep.

After Mrs. Zhou recited the Buddhist scriptures many times and it was getting dark, Jiang Jiang estimated that the Zhou family would not continue to travel in the dark, so he woke up Li Laibao.

Li Laibao was a little panicked when he was woken up.

How did he fall asleep?

Seeing this look, Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Wan'er naturally thought that he was remembering the scene of his previous hysteria and felt a little distressed.

Jiang Jiang held the child in his arms and thanked Mrs. Zhou.

"Madam, you really have a kind heart. If you hadn't recited Buddhist scriptures for an entire afternoon, Laibao wouldn't know what would have happened."

As he spoke, Jiang Jiang patted Mrs. Zhou, wanting him to thank her in person.

Mrs. Zhou loved her child, so she naturally did not allow it.

However, Zhou Wan'er was somewhat curious about what Li Laibao saw in this hysteria.

She asked without thinking.

The next second, Zhou Wan'er felt a little presumptuous.

The child in front of her had just woken up from hysteria, and she asked him what he was most afraid of.

Li Laibao still remembered the task Jiang Jiang assigned to him. Now that it was the last minute, he didn't want to let him down.

"I dreamed of many, many dead people, in the valley ahead. Everyone, my mother, father, and grandmother, were dead."

As he said this, he hugged Jiang Jiang fearfully and buried his head in her arms.

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

Mrs. Zhou was concerned about this matter, but she remained calm.

Seeing that Li Laibao was getting better, Jiang Jiang naturally did not stay any longer. She thanked Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Wan'er again, then left with Laibao.

Mrs. Zhou looked at the two people's backs as they left for a long time without saying a word.

"Uncle Fu, go tell Butler Zhou to double the number of patrol officers at night."

Somehow, Mrs. Zhou had a bad feeling.