Chapter 1167 Given by Yan Jun
The ghost was afraid of Lu Zhaoling. He could sense the aura of a master in Lu Zhaoling. Perhaps he was also rather timid, so he told Lu Zhaoling everything he knew.
"I don't know where that old ghost got the connections to send living souls down there. She will look for those ghosts down there who don't want to reincarnate, or who have committed crimes and can't get a chance to be reborn. She said she can trade with them and that they can be resurrected if they are willing. After coming up, they just need to follow her arrangements."
"There were ghosts down there who helped make this happen, but everyone asked secretly and didn't dare let the ghost know anything. I originally wanted to come up and become an adult of similar age, but when the child died and went down, I happened to meet him and stayed with him for two days."
"So the middle ghost found me and told me that I could come up and pretend to be the child. He also said it would be nice to have someone raise him again. I immediately agreed."
"Who is the middle ghost at the bottom?"
Lu Zhaoling asked this question.
She said, something must have gone wrong down there! There must be a ghost inside, otherwise how could such a big mistake happen?
"I don't know either. After asking around, the person who told me about the deal was an old ghost. After the deal was done, I don't know where the old ghost went."
"How did the old ghost die?" Lu Zhaoling frowned.
This ghost was a little strange. She was a master in the mortal world, so why did she ask so many questions?
That should be a private matter, right? What does it have to do with her? Is she meddling too much?
"Say!"
"I, I don't know much either, but I vaguely heard that the old ghost seemed to be doing this kind of middleman work when he was alive, and he seemed to be eating from both sides. He offended someone and was beaten to death..."
Qingyu was speechless after hearing this.
Lu Zhaoling looked at the young man who was almost dead, thought for a moment, and said to the ghost, "Go back to him and come with us."
She wanted to take them back to the camp because her uncle had the ghost-collecting bag.
Keep these ghosts for now, and call Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai up when you have time.
"what?"
"hurry up!"
Lu Zhaoling shouted, and the ghost was frightened and quickly entered the boy's body again.
"Get up and go!"
Lu Zhaoling had a cold face.
The boy followed her out obediently.
When they reached the well, Qing Bao came over and said, "Miss, she seems to be dying."
The woman lay on the ground, barely breathing.
"Baoer, my son..."
The boy looked at her and suddenly felt reluctant to leave. He paused and said, "She was very nice to me."
Lu Zhaoling glanced at him.
"And you are extremely shameless. You are almost thirty years old, but you are still pretending to be her eight or nine-year-old son."
Normally, the young lady from the Jia family would hug him, coax him, touch him, and probably even help him comb his hair and tidy up his clothes, etc. She was doing all these things to a man like this.
If she knew the truth and saw the appearance of this ghost, wouldn't she spit out blood and die faster?
After hearing what she said, the "boy" didn't dare to speak again.
"This is what she deserves."
Lu Zhaoling said this to Qing Bao, "Let's go, I'll send someone over later."
Collect the bodies.
She couldn't save the young lady from the Jia family.
I don't want to save either.
She should have died two years ago. This forced life is still harmful to people. It's over, it's over.
They returned to the ancestral hall.
The "young man" looked back at the young lady from the Jia family, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
He was also an orphan during his lifetime and had to eat at other people's homes when he was young. During this period of time, this woman really made him understand what a mother's tenderness is.
But it's funny to say that he is only a few years younger than her.
If she knew that the one who had been calling "baby" and coaxing her sweetheart was a grown man like him, she would probably hate him.
When Lu Zhaoling and his companions returned to the ancestral hall, all the villagers were squatting there, not daring to move.
Jia Tan had a bruised face and nose, and no one knew who had beaten him, but Lu Zhaoling didn't care.
When Jia Tan saw her "nephew" following her, her eyes immediately widened, "Baoer?"
"uncle......"
As soon as the "boy" opened his mouth, he met Lu Zhaoling's half-smile and half-smile, and he couldn't shout any more.
"Where's your mother? Why are you following her..."
Jia Tan's heart sank.
He thought his sister was very powerful and was waiting for her to save them.
"She's dead."
Lu Zhaoling answered for him.
"What?" Jatan was shocked and shouted in disbelief, "Impossible!"
"How is it impossible? She has always been in poor health, right?" Lu Zhaoling snorted coldly.
She could see that Jia Tan also had only a vague understanding of the truth.
He may know about the evil things happening to his sister and that her son was resurrected, but he doesn't know what's going on, nor does he know that this is not his nephew's real soul at all.
Zhou Shiyue walked over and took Lu Zhaoling's hand, "Are you okay?"
"fine."
Lu Zhaoling shook his head.
"The culprit has been caught. It's up to you to decide how to deal with the remaining villagers."
The rest is human affairs, and Lu Zhaoling doesn't want to care about it.
"it is good."
Zhou Shiyue had already made all the arrangements and was just waiting for her to come back.
Now that he heard that she had caught the culprit, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's go back to the camp first?"
"it is good."
These villagers were also taken away, and a large group followed behind, all of them looked dejected and sighing.
They all began to blame the Jia family.
"If they hadn't tricked us, how could we have done such a thing?"
"That's right. My father has been dead for two years. It's ridiculous for me to think about resurrecting him. I want him to hit me with a broom every day?"
"If those disaster victims are really idiots, we can't afford to support them. Why did we think they could be our slaves? We are not masters, how can we expect to have slaves?"
Arrived at the camp.
Yin Changxing and Weng Songzhi were standing at the camp gate, looking over here.
"Brother, look, I told you she would come back safely, right? You're still worried that she'd be soft-hearted and fooled by the villagers."
Weng Songzhi saw Zhou Shiyue helping Lu Zhaoling get off the carriage and whispered to Yin Changxing.
Yin Changxing didn't say anything.
"Master, uncle."
Lu Zhaoling came over quickly. Seeing this, Zhou Shiyue went to talk to the military advisor and did not follow her all the time.
Qingyu brought the "boy" over as well.
"Uncle Master, there is a ghost here, please take it away." Lu Zhaoling said.
She was being very rude in her arrangements now.
"But uncle-master, where did you get that ghost-collecting cloth bag? Where did you get the golden diamond pen from?" Lu Zhaoling asked again.
There was a pause in Weng Song’s speech.
How to say this?
Seeing that his expression was not right, Lu Zhaoling narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Uncle Master, is there anything else you are hiding from me?"
Weng Songzhi smiled bitterly.
This girl is getting harder to fool as she grows up.
"To tell you the truth," he said, "the cloth bag and the pen were given to me by Lord Yan."
Lu Zhaoling was stunned.
She thought about it carefully, "Why can't I remember what Lord Yan looks like?"