Vicious female supporting role, gender male

Feng Rugui didn't rest, but let go of Jiang Wuqi slightly, looked around, and said in a deep thought: "Jiang Wuqi, do you think this house is different?"

"The ghost aura in this house is stronger than ordinary people's residences." The reason why Jiang Wuqi chose this house to stay is because the house has a ghost atmosphere and he wanted to find out.

Feng Rugui shook his head and said, "The ghost aura in this house is stronger than that of ordinary people's residences. It is clearly so thick that it can be called a 'ghost house'. Many people must have died here."

"The poor man can't smell such a strong ghost aura." Jiang Wuqi said puzzledly, "And since it's a ghost house, why do the old woman and the woman look healthy? They should be seriously ill."

"The reason why you can't smell such a strong ghost aura is that several religious rituals have been done in this house to dissipate the ghost aura. As for the old woman and the woman, I guess the deceased should be close relatives of them, and he is reluctant to hurt them." .”

If it wasn't for the house being different, Feng Rugui really didn't bother to argue with the old woman who uttered bad words, so she would have already left in a hurry.

When Feng Rugui woke up from this room at the beginning, because the addiction was so severe that his inner breath was almost exhausted, he didn't notice any difference here at all. After drinking Jiang Wuqi's blood, he realized that He cried a lot about Jiang Wuqi's thoughts, he was extremely tired, and just fell into a drowsy sleep, and he was better after a night's sleep, when he suddenly felt a faint ghost coming to his face, but he heard the old woman's cursing, and he didn't know what to do. When he mentioned this matter to Jiang Wuqi, he went out.

As soon as he went out, the ghostly aura became much stronger. After he held his breath and concentrated his attention, he concluded that a place was a haunted house.

That old woman is irritable and irritable, perhaps because she has lived in this haunted house for a long time.

Feng Rugui pondered for a while: "The sky is bright now, and the ghost aura has receded a lot. Let's take a closer look when the moon is in the sky."

"That's okay." After Jiang Wuqi said, his lips and teeth moved again, and all the young and middle-aged people who were stuck to the wall outside immediately fell to the ground one after another, with a series of blunt noises.

The old woman saw a group of young and middle-aged men who were unusable, lying on the ground in a mess, which was really an eyesore, so she asked the woman to disperse them.

After they were all gone, the old woman carefully lifted the chair, and then brought a wooden basin of well water from outside, soaked the clean cloth again, and wiped the chair little by little.

She gestured softly, her wrinkled hands were trembling, she finally finished wiping the grand master's chair, but she knelt down, put her cheek against the seat of the grand master's chair, and said in a sobbing voice, "When will you come back?"

——When her husband was still in this house, she loved this Taishi chair the most.

At that time, she was sixteen years old, just married as a bride, and she was panicked, fearing to offend her husband, who was two years older than her, sitting on the grand teacher's chair, smiling gently and beckoning to her: "Song Han, come here. "

Step by step, she came to her husband's side, bent slightly like a serving maid, and obeyed orders.

Her husband took her hand, pulled her hard, and pulled her into his arms.

She blushed, and wanted to get out of her husband's arms, but her waist was held down, and then her husband said: "Song Han, sit with me for a while."

She dared not refuse her husband's request, so she sat upright on his knees.

The husband took out a copy of "The Doctrine of the Mean" that was placed on the coffee table, and read it slowly, sometimes gently stroking her back.

She was illiterate, so she didn't know the meaning of the words that came out of her husband's mouth, but the gentle tone of his voice made her feel refreshed, and the panic in her heart dissipated completely.

The husband read for about half an hour, then lowered his head and asked her: "Song Han, can you read?"

She always felt that she was not a good match for her husband, who had read many poems and books, and was even afraid that he would abandon her if he knew that she was illiterate. , and replied in a voice like a mosquito: "I...I...I can't read..."

The husband turned his ear to listen, and the pinna of his ear was almost touching her lips. Hearing this, he rubbed his fingertips against her lips with tooth marks and said, "How about I teach you how to read?"

"I'm so stupid, I'm afraid it will be a waste of my husband's efforts." Her cheeks were as red as if the setting sun was pouring on her, she said anxiously, "Teach me to read, it will definitely affect my husband's studies."

"Really?" The husband insisted, "Song Han, if you don't try it, how will you know how stupid you are?"

She has one daughter and three sons in her family. She is the eldest daughter. When she was young, she envied her three younger brothers to study in private schools. There was a quarrel over this, but her father told her with a cold face that women don't need to go to school and can have sons. Being able to take care of the housework is a role model for girls, and she has a dull face, so it's just a waste of money to support her to study.

"I am indeed a dull person." She was deeply afraid that she was really not a material for studying and would disappoint her husband, so she simply refused, "Husband should stop talking."

After that, she didn't dare to look at her husband any more, hurriedly got off his lap, and ran away.

Afterwards, her husband proposed again and again to teach her to read and write, but she refused all of them.

As time went by, the husband no longer forced her, but he never held her on his lap to study with him.

Half a year later, she became pregnant, and in October, she gave birth to a son and a daughter.

The husband beamed with joy, kissed her, picked up the two babies and looked at them again and again.

Seeing that her husband loves children, she couldn't help crying with joy, the pain just now was nothing, and she secretly made up her mind to have another son and a half for her husband.

However, when she gave birth again, what was stripped out of her belly was stillborn.

The stillborn baby was a boy, and if she survived, she would add another boy to the family.

She couldn't bear the grief and wept aloud. Her husband hugged her in his arms and comforted her wholeheartedly.

Later, when she was 27 years old, her husband left her and never returned to this house, leaving her alone.

If she is not tough, she will be bullied by everyone in the village. If she is not tough, she can't even protect the paddy fields of the Xi family. If she is not tough, she won't be able to protect her own son and daughter.

As time went on, she grew from a weak and timid bride to a villain that no one dared to mess with.

In the past, she lowered her eyebrows in front of her father and never dared to talk back, but when her father suggested that she distribute the paddy fields to her three younger brothers, she argued with her father, which left him speechless.

Three days later, my father died and drove the crane west.

Everyone said that she was mad at her biological father, and she didn't make any excuses. After being kicked out of the funeral by her three younger brothers, she knelt in front of the house, cried and kowtowed three times, mourning her father from afar. After burning some paper money, I went down to the paddy field.

The children are still young, and they can't afford to hire long-term workers, so she has to plant the eleven acres of paddy fields.

Now, she is over [-] years old, has never remarried, and sticks to her family. When her husband returns, she has also become the person she feared the most when she was a girl.

A movement outside pulled her out of the old affairs, she stopped crying, sat down on the teacher's chair instead, and said to the daughter-in-law who came in: "How much copper did you give to those trash?"

The woman replied humbly: "Ten Wen per person."

"Ten Wen? Although they have worked hard, they can't drive those two away. They won't be afraid of choking to death after taking ten Wen for nothing." The old woman hated others not to look at her, but the woman stayed overnight without her permission. Two strangers, and those two strangers made her unhappy everywhere, when she was angry, she wished to beat the woman with a board, now she calmed down a little, then looked at the woman and said, "You are not old I promised to take in a wicked person and a Taoist priest obsessed with beauty for no reason, is it really out of kindness?"

Afraid of being heard by Feng Rugui and Jiang Wuqi, the woman moved closer to the old woman's ear and said a few words in a low voice.

The old woman looked solemnly, glanced at the closed door, and said nothing.

After another three hours, night fell.

Feng Rugui woke up, staring blankly at Jiang Wuqi who was meditating not far away from him.

Jiang Wuqi's brows and eyes were warm, and he was wearing the blue Deluo that he made for him, but he just wanted to take off the blue Deluo, and take a look at Jiang Wuqi's muscles and bones hidden in the Deluo.

As soon as he thought about it, a bunch of will-o'-the-wisps rose from his fingertips for no reason. The will-o'-the-wisps knew what he wanted, and went straight to Jiang Wuqi, intending to burn the blue-colored Luo, and then expose Jiang Wuqi's body to the naked eye. in his eyes.

He knew that his actions were wrong and would only annoy Jiang Wuqi, so he hurriedly wanted to withdraw the will-o'-the-wisp, but the will-o'-the-wisp suddenly reflected a bloodstain on the wall.

The bloodstain should have been handled properly, if it wasn't illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisp, it would definitely not be visible with the naked eye.

Jiang Wuqi suddenly felt the ghostly aura rising all over his body, he put away his inner breath, followed the ghostly aura, only to see shocking bloody handprints under a cluster of ghostly fires, the bloody handprints were scattered by the blood beside them, At first glance, it is dark red.

Feng Rugui went to the wall to take a closer look, and then called out several clusters of will-o'-the-wisps.

The light blue will-o'-the-wisp dispelled the darkness of the room, but the bloody handprints were scary, and being illuminated by the will-o'-the-wisp was even more creepy.