"Ms. Liu, please listen to my aunt's advice. It's impossible for Li Guanqi to come back! You, please stop being stubborn."

"Alas, our Li family doesn't have that official spirit! Look, the name Guanqi is a taboo!"

"Yes, yes! There's nothing wrong with Li Dachuan. He's a little older, but he has a house and land. You won't have to worry about food and drink when you get married. Isn't it better than being looked down upon by others now?"

"No! There is a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door. If you watch the chess game and leave, those rogues will only become more presumptuous!"

In Li's village, a group of women gathered around Liu and kept persuading her.

Outside the courtyard, there were several timid women who stopped to watch the excitement, lowering their heads and whispering from time to time.

That mouth opened and closed, chewing up the good reputation of many people.

From beginning to end, Ms. Liu lowered her head and remained silent.

She is waiting for news about her husband.

She did not go to the execution ground, not only because she did not dare, but also because she wanted to protect her husband's last property.

She is dull by nature, but she also knows that once she leaves home, the Li family will definitely take the opportunity to seize her husband's property and be destitute.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Liu, do you really think that we are nothing? We are kind enough to act as matchmakers for you, but you still don't appreciate it, do you?"

"That's right! Do you really think we care less about matchmaking for you? If it weren't for Li Guanqi's affection, who would be the matchmaker for you?"

Mrs. Liu's silence finally angered the group of matchmaking women.

All of them had sharp teeth and sharp mouths, and shouted angrily.

"Let me speak openly now. If you don't marry Li Dashuan, then get out of here and go back to your parents' home!"

"You manless bitch, our Li family has spent so many years cultivating a scholar, but you killed him!"

"Bitch! I'm afraid you're not some slutty fox who cultivated into a spirit, right?"

Several women from the Li family pointed at the Liu family and yelled.

Faced with these harsh words, Ms. Liu still lowered her head and remained silent.

A group of women cursed for a long time, but they had no intention of venting their anger. They were itching with hatred, but there was nothing they could do.

"Okay, okay! Wait for the news about Li Guanqi, right? Wait for his head to be delivered, and let me see what you can do to ask the undertaker to sew up the whole corpse of your dead husband!"

Another woman's bitter curse.

"I can't afford it, so I'll sew it myself!"

Liu, who had been silent, raised his head and said firmly.

"Hey, I'm finally willing to open your mouth. I thought you were mute!"

When the woman saw this, she was not angry but happy, hey, I'm not afraid of you scolding, I'm just afraid of you pretending to be dead and keeping silent.

"Hey, hey, why are you crying? Who are you crying for?"

The woman suddenly frowned.

Mrs. Liu raised her head to retort, her eyes suddenly turned red, and a string of tears rolled down her face.

"Husband——"

Mrs. Liu looked at the figure standing in front of the courtyard gate. She was filled with grievances and could no longer restrain herself, so she burst into tears.

"Husband, husband?"

Several of the matchmakers looked back in horror, and sure enough, they saw a familiar young man at the door of the courtyard.

"Li, Li Guanqi?!"

The women were panic-stricken, ashamed, and frightened. How could they dare to stay in the hospital?

One by one they escaped from the small courtyard in a state of embarrassment.

"Didn't Li Guanqi beheaded? Why did he come back?"

"Could it be that...the emperor is granting amnesty to the world?"

These women ran to the clearing of the village in one breath, panting, and wondering what they were wondering?

While he was in shock, he saw a group of young men pouring in from the gate of the village.

One by one, they might sigh;

Or your face will turn red with excitement.

There were even some hooligans who couldn't wait to shout.

"Li Guanqi is dead! The county magistrate is dead too!"

"You, what did you say? Li Guanqi is dead?"

The matchmaking women were shocked when they heard this.

"Isn't it? I saw it with my own eyes. The executioner picked up the ghost-headed knife and chopped it down. Blood spattered far away, and Li Guanqi's head flew out... You won't believe it. When Li Guanqi was beheaded, the county magistrate suddenly went crazy.

, he also picked up Li Guanqi’s head and put it on his neck. If he couldn’t put it on his neck, he pulled out his own head... Aunt? Aunt? "

The ruffian was spitting all over the place and describing it in pictures.

However, as he was talking, he suddenly shouted with a hesitant and horrified expression.

Because the face of the woman in front of him gradually became distorted with fear, he felt a biting chill for no reason, making him shudder.

That was an expression more horrifying than beheading.

"Li Guanqi is dead? Then what did I see? Ah - Li Guanqi, don't look for my aunt, it was all Li Dashuan's idea! It was all his idea -"

The woman suddenly screamed uncontrollably, beat and pushed everything in front of her as hard as she could, and ran toward her home like crazy.

A group of young men were left looking at each other in shock.

"what happened?"

They looked at the remaining pale-faced matchmakers.

"Li Guanqi...just went home!"

"What?"

"I, we just saw it with our own eyes!"

…

…

The funeral procession, playing and beating, passed in front of the half-person-high Earth Temple, and paper money was scattered all over the ground.

The weather was not good, and the dull dark clouds made the village breathless.

It was rare for Tu Tu Lao to show his body during the day, and he bowed with fear on his face: "Young man doesn't know the true face of the Immortal, so don't be surprised if you invite the Immortal!"

In front of Mr. Tu Tu, two figures stood.

Both are very young.

The leader had short hair that looked weird like a monk's, and he was wearing spliced ​​clothes that looked like a hundred-neck robe, which made him look a bit chic.

Behind him was Li Guanqi, the protagonist of the funeral procession.

At this time, he looked at the funeral procession with a blank expression, obviously he had not yet recovered from the shock of death.

"May I ask Fu Zhengshen, what are your plans next?"

"Plan?" Tu Tu Lao looked confused: "Please ask the immortal to teach me!"

"I said that the Fude Zhengshen can't protect people from other places, that's all. It can't even protect people from this hometown, so what's the use of it?"

Mo Chuan had a meaningful look on his face.

When Tu Tu Lao heard this, he said solemnly:

"The Immortal Ming Jian, although I have no great achievements, I have guarded the village with great care for more than a hundred years. No child has ever died due to evil spirits. Even without merit, there is still hard work!"

The immortal in front of him not only made Li Guanqi's soul return to his hometown under the bright sun.

He even killed his parents and officials in Qingshui County. His extraordinary skills were unheard of!

How could this make him so frightened?

"You eat the incense of the imitation village. This is your duty. How come it has become hard work?"

"This..." Tu Tu Laoyi gritted his teeth and got straight to the point: "What does Master Xian mean?"

"Li Guanqi is wandering around and has no one to rely on. I think we should leave a place for him in this earth temple!"

"this……"

The old land is dumbfounded.

He has enjoyed the incense of the village for more than a hundred years, but his Taoism is only half a century old. The fundamental reasons are that firstly, he lacks the method of practice, and secondly, the village is too small and the incense is scattered.

Now that another person is here to share the incense, will this... make him still alive?

But does he dare to refuse?

Looking at the strangely dressed ghost fairy in front of him, the old man from the land smiled and bowed:

"Little old man, please obey the decree of the Immortal!"

Mo Chuan nodded, looked at the confused Li Guanqi and said:

"Mr. Li, from now on, you will stay here. In addition to taking care of the Liu family, you must also diligently take care of the clan members. If there is anything important, you can send the Liu family to offer incense and pray!"

No matter how confused Li Guanqi was, he still knew that Mo Chuan had given him a great opportunity, so he quickly knelt down and said, "Guanqi, please remember the words of your benefactor!"

The voice fell, and there was no reply for a long time. When I looked up, my benefactor had already disappeared without a trace.

Tu Tu Lao had a look of horror on his face and kept mumbling:

"You can come and go freely. This is the magic of the immortal family to shrink the ground into an inch!"


Chapter completed!