After the young woman took her child out, she felt unhappy when she thought of Huangtu, so she taught her son a lesson and told him not to talk to strangers casually, and not to listen to strangers' nonsense.

The child heard his mother nagging for a while, scratched his head and said:

"Mom, although that uncle is a bad guy, he didn't cheat on Chaochao. The stone is warm and comfortable! The feeling of coldness on Chaochao and the stomach is much weaker!"

The young woman raised her eyebrows and shouted:

"You guy dares to talk back?"

She was about to teach her a lesson, but her mother-in-law's shout came from behind her. She hurriedly stopped. When the old woman came forward and said something, the young woman was a little unhappy and wanted to defend herself, but she blocked the old woman's words:

"Zhizhi, I know you scholars don't believe this, but what Mr. Huang said is indeed reasonable. Xiaohai just went there, and it's nothing that we two are about to get buried in the old things, but we can't watch what happen to you two mothers? The white-haired man sends you off..."

As he said that, the old woman shed tears; when the young woman heard this, her eyes turned red and she sobbed:

"Mom, stop talking! Can I go?"

The young woman wrapped the child to the old woman, turned around, and she burst into tears in an instant.

"Zhizhi, daughter, I know my old woman is too talkative. It's not good to squeeze you out of this matter, but..."

The young woman bit her lip and shook her head repeatedly, signaling her mother-in-law not to say anything and turned around and walked towards the temple.

Seeing the young woman's face full of tears, she came in alone, feeling quite sad; the loess was slightly surprised.

"The God of Land really has a spirit?" the young woman walked straight to the loess and stared at him intently. Her eyes were sad, painful, suspicious and reluctant.

The loess cleaned up was surprised and nodded seriously.

"Then why do you prefer not to live long? Why do you want my family to be broken?" The young woman suddenly screamed in tears, "Why should I take Chuanhai away? Why should I let my child lose his father? Why?"

The loess is slightly tilted, I don’t know what it means.

After the young woman yelled, she covered her face and started crying, as if she was suffering from great pain, grievances and torture.

Huangtu frowned slightly, not knowing what to say.

It took a long time before the young woman gradually calmed down.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper at you!" Her voice was low, as if she was extremely physically and mentally exhausted. "If the land really has a spirit, please help us orphans and widows."

"Orphan and widowed mother? Could it be..." Huangtu looked at the young woman with pear blossoms and rain. He didn't expect that this seemingly smart young woman would have such a heavy experience. She said a little solemnly, "Don't worry, I will do my best!"

"Bad uncle, bad uncle, you bullied your mother again!" The old woman appeared at the door with her child in her arms. The child broke free and ran quickly to the near.

Looking at the child's cute little face, Huangtu showed a gentle smile on his face and said to the young woman:

"Don't bring sadness to your children. Come and sit here."

The young woman followed the instructions of the loess and walked to the millstone. She immediately felt a heat coming in from Baihui on her head. She suddenly felt light and her head was bright and her whole body was comfortable. Not only did she feel sad, but the chill feeling behind her neck also began to weaken significantly. She couldn't help but be surprised.

Huang Tu smiled slightly and signaled him to sit on the millstone. The young woman put on her shirt and sat on it. She suddenly felt another heat rushing into the three parts of Changqiang's perineum, and then rushed towards her limbs and bones, echoing the heat gust on her head.

The young woman did not expect this to happen. With a whisper, her legs clamped, she twisted uneasy twice, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Why...how is this happening? It's okay, but what's underneath..."

Huangtu had been used to it for a long time and didn't think too much. When she saw her screaming, she thought she was feeling discomfort, so she tightened her face and asked. Naturally, the young woman would not tell the truth, but just shook her head to show that it was okay.

"Sister-in-law, this matter cannot be neglected. If you have any discomfort, you must tell me as soon as possible!" Huangtu was still worried and stared at the young woman with a serious expression, afraid that something would go wrong.

The young woman was not willing to tell her the truth, but just shook her head.

Huangtu had to give up, and copied the child with both hands and left the young woman:

"Little guy, mom is sitting here, come and sit here."

The little boy struggled for a while and was attracted by the comfort feeling, leaning on his mother honestly, stopping talking.

Huangtu called the old woman and explained a few words:

"When the yin energy on your body completely dissipates, the coldness disappears, and it will take ten minutes."

After nine o'clock, people gradually came to the temple to burn incense and worship the gods, and greeted Huangtu one after another, which surprised the young woman who had gradually calmed down. Seeing his calm and gentle appearance, he inexplicably developed a trace of confidence.

"If there are patients at home, you are not afraid of not believing in God. What's wrong with me?"

Huangtu moved an extra bench from the house, started chatting with the old woman, and gradually asked the whole story clearly. Since he knew about this, he must not be saved by death.

The matter was similar to what the little boy described, but the old woman made some supplements, which made Huangtu feel more pity for the mother and son.

The young woman is named Xu Lingzhi. She is from the city of the city. She is from a scholarly family and is well-educated. She is a college classmate with Ma Zhanyun's son Ma Chuanhai. The two met and fell in love at university. After graduation, they got married. The couple was in love. Later, they had a son Chaochao.

The family was harmonious and laughter. However, God was unpredictable. Ma Chuanhai died in a car accident a year ago when he was on a business trip, which immediately made Xu Lingzhi heartbroken. Later, Xu Lingzhi took her son to live in her mother's house, but she never remarried and often came to visit her in-laws far away in Jiuteng Town.

Ma Zhanyun and his wife lost their son when they were old and were sad. However, they were relieved to see Xu Lingzhi so filial and her grandson so cute. Although the old couple also supported Xu Lingzhi to find another one, Xu Lingzhi always refused, so they couldn't say anything, so they could only cherish this daughter-in-law even more.

This time, Xu Lingzhi came to visit her with her son. It was a good thing, but she met a female ghost who made a fuss and was exhausted.

After hearing this, Huangtu couldn't help but look up to the woman a little more.

"After you go back, you can buy some cinnabar realgar and other items from Zhennan Pharmaceutical Store and apply them on windows and doors."

When the old woman heard this, she nodded and remembered it.

"If you can, you can find a few big roosters to tie them in the yard, and they can also be bloody. Also, um..."

Huangtu pondered slightly and stopped talking.

The old woman wrote down one by one, and saw that he wanted to speak but stopped, she hurriedly asked:

"Mr. Huang, please give me some advice."

Huangtu glanced at the young woman and whispered:

"Aunt, I'll ask, did you post a door god during the Spring Festival?"

He did not ask randomly, because according to local customs, if someone in his family dies, he will generally not post red festive things such as Spring Festival couplets and door gods within three years to express his condolences to the deceased.

Sure enough, the old woman's wrinkled face turned dark and she shook her head and said:

"No, Xiaohai's injury has only been a year, alas! It's really a disaster, but he actually got into something unclean again."

Huang Tu vaguely felt that this incident might be involved in the murders that occurred these days, and it was very likely that it was a thief. However, it was not convenient to tell others. Seeing the old woman sad, he hurriedly said:

"Since that's the case, then you can prepare the first few things. If you deal with them like this, it will be of some use. Haha, don't worry, this is just an auxiliary means. The God of Land will help you. Haven't you asked for it?"

When the old woman saw that Huang Tu was very good at speaking, she was quite consistent with some of her hearings. She felt very calm and asked again:

"Mr. Huang, is the door god painting you mentioned useful...is it useful?"

"Well, you can ensure the safety of your family!" Huangtu nodded.

"So it's too late to post now?"

"Now?" Huang Tu was slightly stunned, then smiled, "It's not too late. Protecting your home is always necessary, not limited to the Chinese New Year."

"The old woman will pay tribute to the door when she returns." The old woman hurriedly said, "As long as she can drive away that thing, Xiaohai won't blame me!"

Huangtu nodded and reminded:

"After offering it, don't forget to offer some fruits, vegetables and meat, and add a few more incense sticks."
Chapter completed!