"Hey! It's okay to close the window, what kind of curtains are you pulling!" Sister Ma stomped her feet anxiously.
"I... I didn't read it wrong just now, that was Xiao Zhou just now!" Old Wang pointed at the opposite side and screamed.
"Aren't you talking nonsense! That's the couple's bedroom, isn't it normal for them to appear there!" Sister Ma rolled her eyes.
"What's normal? Didn't you forget that there is another man in their bedroom, the one who looks like Old Qian!" Old Wang said anxiously.
"Why did I forget about this? Why is that man in the couple's bedroom in the middle of the night?" Sister Ma said with a puzzled expression.
"It's not the three of us sleeping together, is it?" Old Wang joked.
Sister Ma punched her husband on the shoulder, "What nonsense are you talking about! Disrespectful!"
"Could it be that old money, have we really gone to hell?" Rubbing his sore shoulder, Old Wang guessed with some fear.
"No, I must find a master tomorrow. If it's really a ghost, then Xiao Zhou and his wife are not in danger. We can't ignore this matter!" Sister Ma said, clapping her hands and stomping her feet.
"If it's really a ghost, if the ghost finds out that we found them and plans to ask the master to deal with them, won't the ghost deal with us?" Lao Wang asked with some fear.
"Old Wang, I have to criticize you. You can't be so selfish. We should help others, help each other, and..."
"Stop, it's okay if I was wrong!" Lao Wang admitted his mistake with a guilty face.
Is it okay if he doesn't admit his mistake? With the posture of their old horse, if he doesn't admit his mistake, the old horse can talk until dawn.
"Okay, let's go to bed quickly, and you will run with me at dawn tomorrow, and we have to invite the master back." After finishing speaking, Sister Ma asked her husband to go back to bed.
"Damn it, you can still sleep!" Old Wang felt that he didn't feel sleepy at all now.
"If you don't sleep, then sit until dawn. I'm going to bed, and I have to get up early tomorrow." After speaking, Sister Ma went to bed alone, covered her head with a quilt, and fell asleep.
"Why are you still talking about sleeping?" Lao Wang curled his lips and got into bed, leaning on his wife...
Early the next morning, Zhou Ting drove his son out.
"Dad, why don't you take the school bus today?" Little Anjie asked his father Zhou Ting curiously.
"Father sent you to school, isn't An Jie happy?" Touching his son's little head, Zhou Ting was full of worry.
He has lived for more than thirty years and has never believed in ghosts and gods, but it is impossible for An Jie to tell him such a lie.
His son knew for himself that he could tell at a glance whether An Jie was lying.
An Jie didn't lie, so there is only one possibility, he really met Qian Dong, the illegitimate son of the Qian family.
Are there really ghosts in this world
Zhou Ting thought of the abnormalities of his son and his wife these days.
The son said he met Qian Dong, while his wife Ding Xiaomin secretly drank raw chicken blood in the middle of the night.
These two things happened together in the past few days. Could it be that their family was really entangled in that kind of thing
Zhou Ting suddenly thought of Nie Xing's sister, Nie Wei.
That day Nie Wei asked him if any supernatural events had happened at home, did Nie Xing's sister discover something dirty in his house, or was it all just a coincidence.
Zhou Ting felt a headache, never felt so tired.
"An Jie, have you gotten along with Xiao Xing recently? You haven't quarreled anymore, have you?" Zhou Ting chatted with his son while driving.
"There is no reconciliation. Xiaoxing said that her mother is not her mother, and told Anjie not to approach her mother. Anjie decided to break up with Xiaoxing." Xiao Anjie said angrily.
Zhou Ting was shocked when he heard this nonsensical words.
He pretended to be nonchalant and continued to ask his son, "Xiaoxing said that her mother is not a mother, when did she tell you that?"
Little Angie looked up at his father and said, "It was the day he smashed the cake that my mother made, and when I went to school the next day, he said it too."
"An Jie, grandpa and grandma called to say that they want to pick you up to stay for two days. From today on, you will go to live with grandpa and grandma. After a few days, mom and dad will pick you up again." Zhou Ting turned to his son and said.
"Go to grandparents' house?" Little Anjie was a little puzzled, why he was going to grandparents' house all of a sudden.
"Grandpa and grandma miss little Anjie, can you go and accompany them, just a few days, dad promises to pick up little Anjie home with mother in a few days." Zhou Ting coaxed his son softly.
Thinking of his grandparents who have always loved him so much, An Jie finally nodded his head and agreed.
Zhou Ting breathed a sigh of relief, the current situation at home is unknown, and An Jie is still young, so he can no longer be allowed to stay at home.
After sending little Anjie to school, Zhou Ting did not leave immediately, but took his son by the hand and sent him to Class 1, Grade 2.
Nie Xing came two minutes earlier than Zhou Anjie, and had already sat down and placed the textbooks for the first class on the table.
"Little Xing, can I talk to my uncle?" Zhou Ting asked kindly as he stood by Nie Xing's small desk.
"Father?" Little Anjie looked at his father and Nie Xing in confusion.
"An Jie, sit down and review your textbooks obediently, Dad and Xiao Xing have something to say." Zhou Ting turned to his son and said.
Nie Xing obediently followed Zhou Ting and left the classroom of Class One, Grade Two, and walked to a place where no one passed by.
"Xiaoxing, uncle heard from An Jie that you said that An Jie's mother is not his mother, can you tell uncle why you said that?" Zhou Ting asked nervously.
An Jie was a little embarrassed, wondering if he should tell little An Jie's father.
In the past few days, because of this incident, Xiao Anjie has ignored him, and Xiaohao is also a little angry with him. Nie Xing is very frustrated, thinking that all this is because he didn't listen to his sister and told Xiao An what he couldn't say. Jay.
"Xiao Xing, don't be afraid, just say what you want, uncle promises not to be angry with you." Zhou Ting kept himself smiling, trying not to scare Nie Xing.
Seeing that Xiao Anjie's father really didn't seem angry, Nie Xing breathed a sigh of relief before speaking softly.
"Xiaoxing went to Xiao Anjie's house that day, and the aunt she saw was not Xiao Anjie's mother, but an aunt wearing a red dress with a lot of blood on her body."
Zhou Ting felt his scalp go numb when he heard Nie Xing's words.
"Xiao Xing, can you describe to Uncle, what does the aunt you see look like?" Zhou Ting took a deep breath and said.
Nie Xing thought for a while and said, "That aunt is very thin, about the same height as Xiao Anjie's mother, she is very good-looking, there is a mole under the corner of her eye, and that aunt's hair is curly..."
After all, Nie Xing is a child, he can only name some obvious features, and can't describe the others at all.
There are moles in the corner of the eyes, curly hair... very thin... pretty...
A woman suddenly appeared in Zhou Ting's mind.
Zhou Ting's face turned pale, and he took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, and searched for a photo on the Internet. (end of this chapter)