"His father! His father! Woo woo~~~~"

Outside the crowd, a woman's crying sound disrupted the silence in the venue. I heard the voice of the visitor was Aunt Zhou Er. Seeing her crying all the way, could something happen to her home?

"Why are you here?! Didn't you ask you to take care of Xiu Qiao at home? Xiu Qiao is pregnant with our Zhou family's eldest grandson. His son has not come back yet. The most important thing now is this daughter-in-law. Why are you crying?" Uncle Zhou Er pointed at Aunt Zhou Er's tears, but seeing Aunt Zhou Er's face turned pale even more.

"I don't know what the two cows in our family have. I was feeding cows and grass at home just now. Xiuqiao was resting in the yard. Unexpectedly, the two calfs suddenly rushed around in the yard like crazy, and the result was Xiuqiao... Xiuqiao... Wuwu~~~" Aunt Zhou Er was already crying at the end.

Uncle Zhou Er almost jumped up when he heard this, clenched his fists and shouted loudly: "What's wrong with Xiuqiao?"

"Xiuqiao...Xiuqiao was knocked down by a calf and fainted. I still don't know the child in my stomach...Woooo~~~" Aunt Zhou Er could no longer stop crying...

Uncle Zhou Er suddenly took two steps back and then cursed in a muffled voice: "The calf that is killed by heaven! Where is the calf?! Where is the calf?!"

"The calf ran out. Please ask someone to find it. That's our family's property. Woooo~~~ This is really a sin... Woooo~~~" Aunt Zhou Er cried while choked up. After saying that, she collapsed on the ground, lowered her head and couldn't stop crying.

I was shocked because when I saw Uncle Zhou Er's first reaction was that his cold eyes were scanning my whole body. I felt even more guilty. Could it be that all these things were because I was an unlucky person? I felt aggrieved, and tears rolled down unconsciously. I suppressed my grief and said, "Uncle Zhou Er, it's because I didn't press the grave well, it's because I am an unlucky person..."

"You--" Uncle Zhou Er stretched out his fist and strode, but was stopped by Mr. Wu who was gradually calming down on the side. Mr. Wu cleared me up with one sentence: "Old Zhou, this matter is definitely not the fault of the seventh day of the lunar month. You can't be confused!"

"Mr. Big, then what do you think is going on? Our Zhou family is about to be destroyed in one day, wuwu~~~" Uncle Zhou Er was stopped by Mr. Wu, and he almost fell to the ground after being soft and then a big man didn't care about anything else and started crying in a muffled voice.

Mr. Wu stared at the coffin tightly, and then said cautiously: "Old Zhou, I have also heard of this turtle blood nail in legend. Alas! The turtle blood nail has been reversed, and then the turtle blood nail is injected into it. This is to never turn over. It is said that the turtle blood nail is extremely fierce. Within three days, all the animals are killed, and the turtle blood nail is cut off within seven days. Then the turtle blood nail is down. After three generations of poverty, it is lost in the family. It is too fierce. At present, I want to come up with a countermeasure as soon as possible. Your family must be stable now and not be stolen heresy. Come home and see your daughter-in-law. Let's try how powerful this turtle blood nail is. Let's take a long-term plan!"

"His father, who is going to harm our family like this? Woooo~~~" Aunt Zhou Er cried bitterly, but suddenly shouted this sentence.

Uncle Zhou Er's body suddenly shook, yes! Such a situation must be artificial. Who would frame the Zhou family like this? Not only me, but everyone around me was in an uproar and shock. Uncle Zhou Er frowned, as if he had thought of something, but he did not say anything else in a blink of an eye. Instead, he helped Aunt Zhou Er and choked up, "Old woman, let's go home first to see your daughter-in-law..."

Seeing Uncle Zhou Er and Aunt Zhou Er walked away from afar, a feeling of pain in my heart inexplicably. I stayed here last night, and I didn’t know that such a thing happened. I blamed myself deeply, and on the other hand, I deeply hated the person who framed Uncle Zhou Er’s family. As the saying goes, people’s hearts are full of flesh. This person’s heart is too vicious, right?!

If I were given another chance, I wouldn't fall asleep even if I beat me to death. But the tragedy has already happened. If possible, I would be willing to exchange my life for everyone in Uncle Zhou Er's family to be safe. At present, even if I die, I will help Uncle Zhou Er find out the initiator of this matter!

I kept thinking about everything about last night, and everyone, Heizi... By the way! And the strange middle-aged man who called himself Mr. Yang, was that person?!

But the man was so strange, and his words were obviously like a fortune teller. What reason did he have to harm Uncle Zhou Er's family like this? Mr. Wu said so cruelly. If it weren't for deep hatred, how could a stranger use such a vicious trick to harm the Zhou family?

Moreover, the feeling that the man gave me was a little bit mysterious, but he felt a vague feeling. I subconsciously thought it wasn't him, so why did he appear here in the middle of the night last night? This... It really doesn't make sense. By the way, what he said when he left, "This is very tricky. If you can't stand it, go to the south to find me..."

What does this mean? Can he save Uncle Zhou Er’s house?

"The seventh day of the lunar month!" Mr. Wu suddenly spoke, instantly dispelling the thoughts in my mind. He continued: "I want to do a simple game now. If possible, I can temporarily suppress the ferocity of the turtle blood nail. You are rushed to by the evil aura and stay with Mr. Zhou's birthday coffin at that time, so that you can also suppress the evil aura in your body!"

"Fortune-teller, I'll tell you something--" I hurriedly increased my strength and spoke, wanting to tell Mr. Wu about the strange middle-aged man he met last night, but he was halfway through his words. Mr. Wu turned around and walked away without listening, facing several crops and whispering something. I couldn't get in and could only lie down helplessly.

After a long time, two crops carried several bamboo poles, one was holding a ball of yellow cloth, and a black puppy in his arms. Mr. Wu was flipping through the broken book at this moment. Seeing them coming back, he hurriedly put down the books, stepped forward and took the four bamboo poles first, then strode towards the longevity coffin, and inserted the four bamboo poles into the ground one by one, and then ordered the two to carry me to the next to the longevity coffin.

I have never seen Mr. Wu’s majestic posture, and I just obeyed Mr. Wu’s actions.

Mr. Wu took out a broken bowl and said to the man holding the black puppy: "Take blood!"

Then Mr. Wu took the yellow cloth ball and shook it away with the other person. I was slightly surprised. It turned out to be a large piece of yellow cloth. Under the sunlight, the yellow cloth reflected a dazzling light. The yellow cloth spread out. At this moment, the blood was brought to Mr. Wu. Mr. Wu calmed down and quickly picked up the broken book and opened it again. He first silently said something, then reluctantly closed the pages, picked up the brush, and pointed a little black dog blood. He made a gesture with his left hand to pinch a strange fingerprint, and then held the pen with his right hand to point to the yellow cloth. Since the beginning of writing, Mr. Wu has been flirting with his eyebrows and glaring at the yellow cloth under him. The tip of the pen was walking, but he did not stop. I don’t know what Mr. Wu was painting. It looked like a font with a lot of strokes. In short, I saw it from the top and the bottom, but I couldn’t understand it.

"Huh~~~"

Facing the mountain breeze, the four people pulled up the four corners of the yellow cloth, raised it up, and then walked towards me and the birthday coffin. I finally knew what the four bamboo poles were for. It turned out to be a sunshade tent with yellow cloth and bamboo poles. Could it be that this is what Mr. Wu said? This is too irritating. I can also set up such a tent. Under the same roof as Mr. Wu for so many years, although what he said will come true every time, I think this turtle blood nail is so powerful that it can work by drawing on the yellow cloth. It is indeed a bit irritating.

Suddenly, my chest felt like I was stuffed with a turbid breath, and I couldn't vomit it out, and I had no place to swallow it. In short, my whole body was extremely uncomfortable. Gradually, I felt that I could not breathe, and my mind was a little bit drowsy. I quickly reached out and shouted, "Fortune-telling... Fortune-telling... I... I'm soon... I can't do it anymore... Save me..."

Just before I was unconscious, I clearly saw the yellow cloth directly above, and the things that looked like words and drawings on it flashed with a dazzling red light and called me-
Chapter completed!