"No! Your body can't sleep in the study. If I sleep, I will sleep!"

"Huh!" When Wen He wanted to reply, Wen Qitian's scream suddenly came from the phone, and Wen He and Xing Le's expressions became serious.

Wen He hurriedly shouted to the other side: "Dad, what did dad give birth to?"

Wen Qitian took a step back when he heard his son's call. Fortunately, Xiao Liu was holding him behind him and was not tripped. However, he still took out his phone from his pocket in a frightened manner and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I just saw the snake."

"Snake?" Xing Le frowned slightly when he heard the sound over there, "Dad, how many snakes have you seen, what color is it?"

"I don't know how many of them are entangled together, they are all black!" Wen Qitian was not too shocked when he heard the voice of another son. Fortunately, there were many people here, and no one dared to step forward.

"Black?" Xing Le murmured and asked Wen He: "Where is our dad now?"

"In northern Hunan Province, Wuhua City." Wen Hexun reported the place where Wen Qitian is now.

"There is a black snake in the south, and it should be a black-ridged snake, five poisons!" Xing Leqing analyzed this type of snake in his mind and said to the two of them: "Dad, if it is a black-ridged snake, it should be non-toxic, but I have not seen the photos now, and I can't tell you, so if there are children nearby, don't disturb it for the time being, and then ask Xiao Liu to contact the local police immediately!"

"Okay, okay." Wen Qitian, who heard Xing Le's words, looked at the black-ridged snakes wrapped around the baby's cradle and said, "But this snake is spitting a snake's letter in the baby's cradle now."

"What?" Xing Le frowned and said, "Baby's cradle, a few snakes, shouldn't have such a thing! Could it be that it was a little snake? It was attracted by the smell of milk?"

"Not a little snake." Looking at the slowly wriggling black-spine snake with a baby's forearms, Wen Qitian's face froze: "It should be an adult snake..."

"This," Even though Xing Le has great skills now, the distance water cannot save the near fire, and the snakes are still entangled near the children sleeping in the cradle. Xing Le and Wen He's faces suddenly became a little ugly.

Wen Jiu, who was not sleeping deeply at this time, frowned and opened his eyes with a little mist and said, "Uncle, give me your phone."

"Yes." Thinking of the little nephew's magical ability, Wen He quickly handed the phone to Wen Jiu.

Wen Jiu, who had taken the phone, asked coldly and lightly at the other side of the phone: "Hey, grandpa, I am Xiao Jiu."

"Hey, Xiaojiu!" The moment he heard the sound of Wenjiu, Wen Qitian's slightly blue face immediately smiled and said, "Did Xiaojiu sleep well at home yesterday?"

Wen Qitian's words immediately made people on both ends of the phone unable to help but drip the black lines. Among them, Sister Chen, the best person, immediately ran over to Wen Qitian and said, "Qi Tian, ​​Qitian, please think of a way, think of a way, I finally hoped for such a grandson, this is the life of our Yang family!"

Wen Jiu heard the sound over there and took the phone away from his hand, quickly turned on the voiceover and said, "Grandpa, I slept well yesterday. Grandpa, please ask them if they had a child who died in their family."

"Dead young?" Wen Qitian immediately changed his face when he heard Wen Jiu's words. Sister Chen frowned and looked at people with a dodge, saying, "Sister Chen, have you ever had a child who died in your family?"

"No, no!" Sister Chen immediately denied: "I don't have children who died in my family. I am in my sixties and seventies. I look forward to my grandson every day, so how can there be children who die in my life?"

"Is that true?" Hearing the sound of warm wine over there, he asked back with a breath of salty and light. Before he could say anything, the woman who was called Sister Chen by her grandfather immediately said, "If you don't know, don't talk nonsense, there are no people who died in our Yang family."

Looking at Sister Chen, whose face turned blue and white, Wen Qitian's face also changed. He suddenly remembered that when he left here, the custom of favoring boys over girls, and the already faint warmth in his eyes instantly subsided a lot.

Wen Qitian, who stared at his eyes, still had the momentum of dominating the capital over the years. Wen Qitian, who stomped his crutch hard on the ground, shouted in a deep voice to Sister Chen on the side: "Have you drowned those babies again?" Wen Qitian's words were not a question, but a direct affirmation.

As soon as these words came out, not only Sister Chen, but also the women who were confinement on the bed and the people around who were watching the fun changed their faces.

"Mom!" The woman who was in confinement on the bed suddenly shouted heart-wrenchingly to Sister Chen at the door: "You have always said that the children I gave birth to before were stillborn. Now I ask you if they were stillborn!"

Stillbirth? Yes, why am I so stupid? My four daughters may be stillbirth. After asking this, the woman didn't seem to need Sister Chen's answer. She suddenly glared and stretched her neck. She immediately rolled her eyes and fainted.

At the same time, Yang Jun, who had been afraid to move, immediately shouted at the woman on the bed: "Juan'er!" While speaking, he ignored the snake in the cradle and immediately picked up the woman on the bed, pinched the man and patted the face, and finally let the woman on the bed calm down in one breath.

However, the woman who recovered suddenly seemed like crazy. She turned over and screamed loudly and roared at Yang Jun while beating: "Yang Jun, you are still not a human being! That's our child, our child! Ah!"

The woman's crying and roaring, the man's indifference, and Sister Chen, who did not realize that she was wrong, watched the good day banquet become the farce of the present, Wen Qitian had to sigh in his heart after watching the long sigh.

He poked the crutch on the ground and said, "Okay, there is still a child now, and we mainly need to save this child!"

"Yes, yes, I still have one child, I only have one child!" The woman who heard Wen Qitian's words suddenly stopped making a fuss. She quickly got up from the bed, knelt in front of Wen Qitian with a bang, kowtowed, "Sir, sir, please, save my last child, please."

"Get up first, I will definitely save the child if I can save it!" Wen Qitian stepped forward and personally lifted the woman up and said, "You must raise it well during the confinement period, don't cry, and the child will still need your care in the future." Wen Qitian said in a very obscure way, and he didn't know if this woman who is on the verge of collapse is understood.

Judging from the current situation, if the child is taken care of by Sister Chen and the child’s father in the future, such tragedy will not happen again in the future, so they are all mothers. I hope that such bad habits will completely disappear in life in the future.

Hearing Wen Qitian's words, Yang Jun immediately ran over to help his wife. Unexpectedly, Juanzi was also tough. She shook off the man's hand and said coldly: "Yang Jun, after what happened today, we will divorce, I will take care of the child!"

"I don't!" Yang Jun, who had been dull, then spoke up and retorted, locking his struggling wife tightly in his arms, regardless of how many times he had scratched his face, and how painful it was to be hit by the punches and punches on his back.

How could I let my son be beaten like this by a lowly woman? Sister Chen quickly rolled up her sleeves and prepared to grab Juanzi's head.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jun, who has always been honest and dull, suddenly disobeyed his mother for the first time. He waved Sister Chen's hand away and shouted at Sister Chen: "Mom, she is my wife!"

"I am your real mother. Get out of the way. You dare to hit my son. I won't beat this little hoof to death!" Sister Chen, who thought that she had a grandson, glared at her son fiercely, waved her fist and smashed Juanzi's back.

This time, Yang Jun did not reply or say anything. He just hugged his wife in his arms with red eyes and blocked his mother's solid punch with his back.

"It's enough. If you don't want to save someone, just say it. Don't waste my grandfather's time." Wen Jiu frowned and furious as he heard the noisy crying and scolding over there, injecting spiritual power into his words, so that his words were just as big and small as they were just passing into everyone's ears.

Sure enough, as soon as this said, the noisy people on the spot stopped. Looking at Sister Chen, who looked as if she was ashen and still didn't know how to repent, Wen Qitian's expression was dark, and he suddenly lost his mood to take a look at the old friend in his memory.

Wen Qitian looked away at the black-spine snake that had begun to be wrapped around the baby, and quickly said to his granddaughter on the other end of the phone: "Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu, what should I do here?"

"Let the person who made the children die before going to the place where the children die before taking a copper basin, place the money, and buy the same amount of fragrant wax as the children on both sides of the copper basin, and make people kowtow directly to the copper basin until a pattern appears on the ground, and follow the pattern to find the snake eggs that hatch these snakes."

"If you find the eggshell, then burn it. If you don't find the eggshell, then continue to kowtow until the snakes leave automatically!" Wen Jiu's words were cold and ruthless. Although they were not anxious or slow, Sister Chen could hear goosebumps all over her body.

Sister Chen was shocked and suddenly felt a little unhappy. Why did she kowtow and admit her mistake by drowning the money-losing goods? Why didn't she use those hooves?

Thinking of this, Sister Chen immediately retorted to Wenjiu: "Why do you want me to kowtow? I don't kowtow? I'm so old. Why is it because I kowtow? What's wrong with drowning those money-losing goods?"

"Bang!" Juanzi, who pushed Yang Jun away, ran over and slapped her hard on Sister Chen's face, and slapped her hard. Even Sister Chen's face, which was already wrinkled, had a complete palm print in an instant.

Juanzi, who had just beaten the person, held her trembling palm, and knelt in front of Wen Qitian with a "thump" sound, "Miss, can I knock, can I knock!" Juanzi's words wept every word, and her hoarse voice almost made everyone present feel the pain and determination of this woman!

"No." Wen Jiu in the car shook his head lightly, and there was no other emotion in his dark pupils. Wen Jiu at this time was like the nine that used to be, so cold-blooded that it was almost cruel.

The noise over there made Wen Jiu unconsciously remember her once ruthlessly abandoned herself. It seemed that she was a girl, right? When Wen Jiu thought of her, she felt like a layer of dark mist was covered with, and her dark eyes could not blink.

Xing Le and Wen He, who were sitting opposite Wen Jiu, shivered involuntarily. After looking at each other with concern, they were about to call Wen Jiu, but they didn't expect that Wen Jiu, who was immersed in his thoughts, suddenly looked up and smiled brightly at the two of them, saying, "I'm fine!"

Is that right? Almost at the same time, Wen He and Xing Le couldn't help asking such a question in their hearts, but when they were seriously trying to see the expression on Wen Jiu's face, the little girl's face had already returned to the same cold appearance as before, as if the low and sinister aura just now was not the one who came out.

The words of warm wine were like the last straw that crushed Juanzi. The woman who stood up straight suddenly softened and fell to the ground with a dull look of her eyes. She looked dull and said no, but the tears in her eyes were drop by drop.

Finally, Yang Jun picked up his wife on the ground, put her in the quilt, and smashed her knees hard in front of Wen Qitian and said, "Miss, I, Yang Jun, please, save my child, please."

"I am useless to ask me. They have resentment towards the people who drowned them. I am powerless." Wen Jiu's words were still the same, but as soon as he finished speaking, Wen Jiu's magic tricks were also put down.

"Are you resentful?" Yang Jun asked in a daze, knelt down and turned his direction, headed towards the baby's cradle, and said, "Child, it's your father's fault, it's your father's fault, it's your father's fault, you let your brother go, take me away, Dad will pay you your life, Dad will pay you your life!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of his head hitting the concrete floor was particularly loud and powerful. In almost ten minutes, Yang Jun's forehead was covered with sticky patches, and scarlet blood slowly dyed the concrete floor red bit by bit.

The bright red blood flowed to Yang Jun's eyes along Yang Jun's forehead, followed by the tip of his nose and the ground. Even to the end, Wen Qitian could hear the sound of water making Yang Jun's mouth when he was fitting with the ground.

Although Wen Qitian, who grew up in this village, has always heard of rumors that someone drowned a newborn baby girl, he has never seen it when he was a child. Unexpectedly, Wen Qitian could not help but sigh.

There was no trace of sympathy in my eyes, just like Juanzi on the bed, her dull expression did not fluctuate because of Yang Jun's actions afterwards.

Listening to the sound over there, Wen Jiu is not a saint. She can indeed recite magic tricks here and kill the black-spine snakes with the soul of the baby girl, but this means that the drowned baby girl will never have the chance to reincarnate.

They are not wrong, they just want to be reincarnated as human beings, but the real mistake is the woman who drowned them to satisfy their own selfish thoughts, and the accomplice who has been silent.

Wen Qitian was lukewarm when he watched this scene. He did not make things difficult for his grandson, but waved his hand to Xiao Liu behind him and said, "Let's go back first, the plane will be late later."

"Okay Master!" Xiao Liu, who was also sighing at this farce, didn't think that the man who kowtowed had anything worthy of sympathy, but a touch of sadness rose from the bottom of his heart indescribable.

Looking at the phone being hung up, Wen Jiu frowned slightly, and looked at Wen He with a slightly aggrieved and puzzled expression, as if asking whether he had made his grandfather angry, which made people feel distressed like this Wen Jiu from the bottom of their hearts!

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Chapter completed!