Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"Get in!"

The little magpie pushed Niu Darong into the windowless hut.

Then, he showed his trademark honest smile to Du Manzhi.

"Sister, I want to eat candy..."

Du Manzhi was not sure how old his intelligence was.

I originally planned to go to the street to buy him food after finishing my work, but he pressed on.

So she put her hand into the small bag, spent only single-digit popularity points to get a pack of 200 grams of rock candy, took out three or four and handed them to his palm.

The Tang Dynasty learned the sugar-making technology from the ancient Magadha state. In the Ming Dynasty, decolorized sugar, also known as white sugar, appeared. After that, people used white sugar to make rock sugar.

The popularity of rock sugar in Daqian is not high, but it is not a product of the times. It is valuable, but it is not a miracle.

She let the little magpie eat in the house and gave it to her after eating.

The little magpie may not understand her caution, but he also knows how precious the candy is. For fear of being snatched away by others, he stuffs it into his mouth in one breath and purrs happily.

The iron tower-like body blocked the small door, cutting off Niu Darong's only escape route.

The trial has begun.

Du Manzhi prepared three props in advance.

They are: embroidered stretchers, rattles, and cloth pillows.

Sister-in-law Niu picked up the rattle and shook it gently. She missed her son.

Niu Dali was staring at the embroidered quilt.

This is a must-have item for embroidery, and almost every household has it.

Use bamboo circles to tighten the embroidery cloth, stitch by stitch, the embroidery is for household use, and it is a labor of love.

After the accident of the mainstay of the Niu family, his mother embroidered under the lamp day and night and became blind. This was the most guilt-ridden thing that Niu Dali had done in his life.

What the couple couldn't see was that after they came into contact with the objects on the table, two shadows condensed and formed around them.

The thin child with pale skin hugged his mother and called her mother repeatedly, but received no response.

The gray-haired old woman couldn't see when she was alive, but her soul was not restricted by the body. She regained her sight, and now she was greedily tracing the appearance of Niu Dali with her eyes.

The same is mother and son.

The child's attachment and the mother's reluctance are intertwined into a lament.

On the other hand, look at cousin Niu Darong.

There was nothing around him.

But his mood swings are the biggest.

The two ghosts, coupled with the presence of Bai Wuchang Qin Feng, caused the temperature of this cabin to drop sharply, almost to the point of an ice cave.

Niu Darong felt guilty and was sweating from behind. Surrounded by ghosts, he felt increasingly cold. He clenched his fists and trembled almost constantly.

"Niu Darong, do you still remember how your aunt went there?" Du Manzhi asked with a smile.

As soon as he entered the door, he peeked at the pillow.

When he first entered this door, he decided not to tell the truth with a sense of luck. The psychic was just the same as those magicians before, they were all tricks to defraud money!

Until I saw the pillow.

The deep dark memories suddenly revived.

"She was blind and sick, so of course she died of illness!"

Du Manzhi was still smiling, with cold eyes: "Oh, really?"

Niu Dali had a weak brain, but Mrs. Niu was not stupid. Her eyes were like sharp swords piercing the guy who always made her feel disgusted.

"Could it be that...my mother's death was deliberately caused by someone!"

Du Manzhi pointed to the pillow and asked her, "Does it look familiar?"

Sister-in-law Niu nodded: "It looks like the one my mother used before she was alive. Your stitching skills are better than mine on this pillow."

That's because of the machine wiring and antique color matching. It took her twenty popularity points to get such a similar prop.

"Show it to Niu Darong. Maybe the pillow will talk."

Du Manzhi commanded confidently.

"I heard that your husband often blames you for abusing your mother-in-law and brazenly calls you the murderer. But I think if the pillow could talk, it would definitely tell you who is the real murderer of your mother-in-law!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pillow stood up from the table!

Niu Darong was so frightened that he took a big step back. His back bumped into the hard muscles of the little magpie, and he was thrown defenselessly towards the table.

As luck would have it, his face got stuck in the pillow.

The feeling of suffocation is coming!

"Uh-huh!"

He pulled and pulled randomly, while the pillow hugged his head like an octopus.

The old man's sinister and slow tone circled in his ear canal:

"Da Rong, please let me go...please..."

"I don't want to die...spare me..."

It seemed like he was going back to that night, when he sneaked into the aunt's room while his cousin and his wife were busy with the funeral of the child. The old man, who was blind but had a pair of bright ears, actually heard his footsteps...

Niu Darong's veins popped out: "It's not me, I didn't kill anyone! Uh-huh, uh-huh!"

Du Manzhi walked up to him and blew into his ear maliciously.

"Before she left, she felt as depressed as you do now.

"She said she couldn't figure it out. When you were born, your mother didn't have enough milk. She helped breastfeed you. Why would a child with big breasts want to kill her?"

Niu Dali's eyes turned red and he swung his fist: "You bastard, it was you who killed my mother! Take your life!"

Mrs. Niu hugged him tightly from behind.

"Niu Dali, you stupid pig, can you get your mother back if he dies? You should send him to the government, let him go on a parade, let him have no face to see the villagers and elders, suffer in jail, and be executed in the future!"

Niu Darong was almost entangled in a pillow, his whining was getting lower and lower, and he was about to pay for the old lady's life.

Du Manzhi clapped his hands.

Bai Wuchang and Qin Feng smiled and unlocked the spell.

The pillow returns to its soft and normal appearance.

Niu Darong, who was freed from his confinement, collapsed on the ground, and the fishy liquid spread along the ground.

He looked up at his cousin with his eyes straight, and suddenly laughed miserably and beat the ground: "It's not fair, the world is unfair!"

Sister-in-law Niu said in disgust: "It's not the world that's unfair, it's the injustice of people's hearts! When my mother was alive, even a piece of dry steamed bread had to be given to your two brothers half. We ate gruel and vegetables. How could you be so kind to her? hand!"

Niu Darong collapsed and shouted: "What do you know, you are a low-income person! Our Niu family almost produced a general! Why is it that only your family has inherited my grandpa's strength, while my father and I have nothing!"

Du Manzhi didn't want her fragile body to be accidentally injured, let alone get caught in the smelly liquid he threw.

She silently retreated behind the little magpie.

One for you, one for me, share the pack of rock candy.

Qin Feng looked at the eyebrows of the two brothers and suddenly realized: "The surname is Niu, it turns out to be that family!"

Du Manzhi hummed: "Huh?"

"I met their grandfather back then." Qin Feng recalled, "He was a fierce general under Duke Dingguo. He was indeed as strong as an ox. He was almost made a general. It's a pity..."

"Then what?" she asked curiously.

Qin Feng spread his hands: "Ding Guogong retired, and many of his generals died. Military merit may not necessarily benefit his family. It would be better not to affect the whole clan."

The grandfather Niu's talent of being as strong as an ox was passed down to the eldest son, Dali, and his son.

Niu Darong and his son were not involved.

Originally, their parents were gone, and both brothers were ordinary people. When Niu Dali and his family came to join him, he should have been very happy.

Who would have thought that he would turn around so quickly. From the palace guard to the Xichang staff, there was no shortage of money or food. How could he not be jealous?

What Sister Niu said is right.

It’s the people’s hearts that are unjust.

"But I still don't understand. If you hate your cousin, you can go deal with him. How can you pick someone else to attack?"

Du Manzhi's peripheral vision drifted towards the skinny child, who was covered in green and white and looked pitiful.

"Did you also harm your nephew?"