Orochi Longevity

"If you also think he is very hateful, how about we skip the step of persuading him and blow him up several times?"

The girl's vermilion lips parted slightly, and she recited the words of temptation.

She stared closely at the two in front of her, watching their every move and every subtle expression.

The girl is different from the snake, she cares more about right and wrong than incense.

Although she must help the incense burner achieve her goal in the end, she would rather spend more time to investigate the cause of the matter clearly so that the development of the matter can be biased towards the result she wants.

For example... If Peng Lai is really a stubborn evil spirit like the old man in the story, then it doesn't matter if he is blown to ashes.

But if Lai Zigui pestered Peng Er endlessly because of personal vendetta, she would have to reconsider and just drive Lai Zigui away.

It's not that he will die without a place to bury him.

Ever since Mrs. Peng found her, the snake never gave the girl any instructions, which made her feel uneasy.

But at the same time, it also gave her the freedom to do whatever she wanted.

"……this……"

Figured out the seriousness of the matter, Mrs. Peng and Mrs. Wang actually hesitated.

They didn't seem to hate Lai Zigui so much. Even Mrs. Peng, who kept saying that she wanted to tear Lai Zigui into pieces, finally sighed helplessly:

"This Peng Lai is also pitiful. When he was only four or five years old, his own father was beheaded by robbers. Later, his heartless mother remarried and left him alone. At a young age, Peng Laizi had to live alone. That's why I developed such a distasteful temperament, I can't tell the good from the bad!"

"If you say he's really a vicious person, that's not enough."

"Little Fairy, let's talk to him first!"

"As long as he is willing to let go and stop harming my good grandson... I beg Little Fairy to spare him."

This old lady actually pleaded for mercy for Lai Zigui.

This move surprised the girl... It seems that she had thought too much before, Mrs. Peng's family is probably a kind generation.

"OK."

Her face softened a lot, and her tone was not as bossy as before:

"Then let's go to Peng Lai's grave first! You hurry up and prepare the yellow paper, and before night falls, let's have a good talk with him."

"...This trip, it's best to find a way to get his clothes. If he doesn't listen to the advice and still haunts your grandson's window at night, we can only blow him up."

Mrs. Peng and Mrs. Wang got the order and hurried out to prepare.

Because it was not long after the Qingming Festival, the yellow paper was not difficult to find, and the two of them returned happily within half a quarter of an hour after leaving the house.

In addition to the yellow paper, they also brought some sacrificial items such as incense candles, and even a few maids made of paper, which looked very vivid.

The girl had no objection to this.

She folded her arms and followed the two of them to the Houshan cemetery.

They soon arrived in front of Peng Lai's grave, the girl looked up and found a handful of new soil on top of the grave.

Obviously it was the Ching Ming Festival, and his family had come to worship.

The girl glanced at the other tombs again. In front of those tombs, there were traces of various sacrificial offerings.

There is even a high tomb where red firecrackers were set off before.

Only the tomb of Peng Lai has not only a very simple tombstone, but also no trace of sacrificial objects. It looks very lonely and sad.

"well……"

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Peng and Mrs. Wang put down the candles, yellow paper and other objects one by one, and put the sacrificial offerings such as fruit cakes.

The old lady quickly lit the yellow paper of the joss stick, and while burning the paper, she babbled to the simple tombstone.

She was already half buried in the earth, and every time she came to the cemetery, she always had a lot of emotions in her heart.

"...Peng Lai, Peng Lai, before you were alive, I did quarrel with you a few times, old lady, scolded you, and quarreled with you."

"Here, the old lady apologizes to you first, all mistakes are my fault, and I hope you don't remember the mistakes of villains, and don't be as knowledgeable as an old lady like me."

"Today I brought you enough paper money for joss sticks, burn them all for you now! Keeping them will make you full."

"Just please, don't pester my good grandson any more. You know, there is only one seedling left in our family. Back then, your father and my family had a good relationship! Even if you miss this old relationship, you will You shouldn't have hurt my grandson..."

Mrs. Wang quietly tugged at Mrs. Peng's sleeve, and Mrs. Peng realized that it was getting late.

So she quickly stopped talking and made the final conclusion:

"Don't talk about this...don't talk about this, Peng Lai, Peng Lai, old lady, I beg you with a thick skin, please let my grandson go! As long as you don't pester my Peng Er any more, every Qingming Festival in the future, our family will Burn an extra pot of paper for you."

At this time, paper money, gold ingots, paper bundles and other things have been thrown into the fire one by one.

In the raging fire, the yellow paper turned into ashes and hovered into the air.

Obviously there was no wind and waves, but the ashes of paper were floating in the air, as if being grabbed by a pair of invisible hands.

"..."

The flames reflected the girl's face red, she stood beside the tombstone, and remained silent.

"Let's go, little fairy! Let's go to Peng Lai's house and ask You Niang to give us a set of his biological clothes."

After burning the paper, Mrs. Peng seemed to have relieved all the burdens on her body, and she looked very relaxed.

She secretly put a handful of soil into her bosom before letting Mrs. Wang hold her hand and walked down the mountain step by step.

After another half a quarter of an hour, a group of people came to the entrance of Peng Village. When the distance was far away, the girl saw a small thatched cottage.

The hut was so poor and shabby that it seemed like a gust of wind could blow it down.

At the door of the thatched hut, a little girl in sackcloth was sitting in front of the wooden basin beating laundry with a big mallet.

She looked like she was only six or seven years old, her body was extremely thin, and she seemed to work hard, but she was very skillful.

"That little girl is Sister Bao! Peng Lai's daughter."

Mrs. Peng introduced to the young girl, she hastily stepped up and walked over, stretching her head to look into the tub.

She wanted to see if there were Peng Lai's clothes in that basin.

"You, what are you doing!"

Seeing her strange movements, Sister Bao threw herself to block the wooden basin, for fear that the old lady would snatch her things:

"We only have these two clothes left at home, I can't give them to you!"

The little girl's voice carried a trace of ruthlessness, as if she could step forward to fight the old lady at any time.

She is like a ferocious little beast, her eyes are full of vigilance.

"Who wants to snatch your rags! It's full of holes, I won't even give it to me for nothing."

Mrs. Peng was very upset at being treated like this by the juniors, and spat.

She glanced at the sky inadvertently. It was already dark at this time, and a small crescent moon was hanging above the east field.

Mrs. Peng knew that later, it would be time for Lai Zigui to come out to cause trouble.

So her tone was anxious, and she yelled at the little girl:

"Let me ask you, do you have any clothes from your lame father's life at home? Hurry up and take out a set and give it to me."