Similarly, she is a wild soul, not only is not qualified to cry, but also not qualified to eat.
What the ghosts can eat is either the yang energy of the person or the food offered by the person.
She didn't want to hurt people, and she couldn't grab the unowned yin food, and her mother didn't know her life or death, and she didn't want to believe that she was dead, let alone any enshrined yin food.
She has been hungry for a long time, and her soul body is getting weaker and weaker, and she can only maintain it by sucking a little energy from the people on the street.
Seeing her daughter look like this, there was nothing Mu Qing didn't understand, and tears grew fiercer and fierce.
She is a university professor and believes in science all her life, never knowing that there are real ghosts in this world.
Never thought about it!
Never thought that after death, there will be souls in the world.
Therefore, she never understood worship or worship.
At this time, her daughter was starving. She wanted to feed her, but she didn't know what to do, so she cried anxiously.
Bai Zhi hurried to the room to fetch the remaining postal parcel from the last time, and handed one to Mu Qing: "Grandma Mu, this is a postal parcel that can be mailed. You can use this to put something she likes to eat and put it in the mailbox outside. She will be given to her by her own evil servant, and then she will be able to eat it."
Mu Qing wiped away her tears, hurriedly took over the parcel, and asked Xing'er: "My child, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."
Xing'er shook his head, glanced at the food on the table, and smiled: "Mom, I want to eat your dumplings."
Mu Qing is not good at cooking. She has made dumplings twice in her life, one for her husband's birthday and one for her daughter's birthday.
On her daughter's birthday, she only ate one dumpling and refused to eat it again. Although she didn't say anything, she knew that the dumplings she made were awful.
Since then, she has never done it again.
Now my daughter wants to eat, but she doesn't even remember what to make dumplings.
"I will do it, I'll help you." Bai Zhi held Mu Qing's hand, and then she walked to the kitchen.
Zhou Tiantian shouted behind them: "I want to eat too, do more."
At this time, Zhou Tiantian wanted to hear another voice: "Keep your share."
The smile on Zhou Tian's face was slightly stiff, and he hurriedly shouted: "Do more. I'm super hungry today. I'm super hungry. Two servings. I want two servings."
He didn't know if Bai Zhi was listening to him, he only heard the door slam shut, and he was very depressed.
Finally, I found a chance to eat some food, but the owner even tried to grab food. . .
And that Chu Yan, the guy who doesn't talk about credit, said that he would burn his computer and mobile phone. What happened
People don't know where they died, and if they knew it was a matter of life that wouldn't tell him, it made him live in fear every day.
Zhou Tiantian was muttering, and saw a white shadow entering through the wall.
The bad guy was holding a large mail parcel in his hand, and the parcel was written with very handsome characters, and he received it every day.
"Master Zhou, this is your package, please sign for it." The evil chaser respectfully delivered the package to Zhou Tiantian with a look of envy.
The ghosts of the underworld, no matter whether they are new or old, no matter what their status, the days when they can receive the postal package, there are only two or three times in a year.
But Master Zhou is different. There are parcels at two ends in three days, and there are everything to eat, which is so enviable.
The mood of unpacking is the same whether it is a man in the sun or a ghost in the underworld.
Excitement, curiosity, excitement, joy.