The crazy little ancestor of Master Lu is so stupid

"She didn't leave. I temporarily sealed her in the basement. I will send her away after her wish is fulfilled!"

Then Lu Xun briefly told her about the girl and found a piece of paper to write down the information the girl had said about the man.

"Alas, what is love in this world? It makes people pledge to each other for life and death. Why is this silly girl so troubled? She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of resisting the marriage arranged by her parents and escaping the cage of marriage?

This is really a bargain for me, isn’t it? Such a nice house, I almost woke up laughing in my sleep.”

Wiping off the black line on his forehead, Lu Xun said, "I have nothing to do these two days, why don't you go look for it?"

The address is in City A, so it’s easy to find.

"Let's look for it. Since someone gave us such a cheap house, we should do something for her. We still have to buy a car. It's really inconvenient without one!"

She couldn't let Fan Tianzhi be her driver every time she went out. Besides, her parents would need the car when they came back. With the idea of ​​buying a car in mind, Ling Xiao drove the car back that afternoon.

She only buys cars that are already in stock. It doesn’t matter whether the color is good-looking or not, or whether the configuration is top-notch or not. As long as she buys it, she can drive away immediately.

Lu Xun had never learned how to drive, but his body had muscle memory, so he could drive well even without learning.

It was already evening when the two of them went there according to the address.

The address is in a small town under City A, two hours' drive from the city center.

While Lu Xun was driving, Ling Xiao looked at the house numbers outside and the roadside, and after using the navigation and asking people, he finally found the area.

"Uncle, please tell me if there is a young man named Feng Jiang around here who is a soldier!"

Hearing the word "Feng Jiang", the old man's face froze and he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"Oh, we are his classmates. We haven't seen each other for many years. I just came here to ask where his home is and get his contact information from his family!"

Before Ling Xiao finished speaking, the old man shook his head with regret, waved his hand and said, "He's gone. He died last spring. He won a first-class merit. Look, less than 200 meters ahead, the house with a first-class merit sign hanging above its door is his family!"

After the old man finished speaking, he shook his head and walked away, still expressing regret.

"How could this happen? No wonder that silly girl never got to wait!"

Lu Xun was also surprised by this result. After thinking for a while, he pointed to a self-service cash withdrawal area and said, "Since you are here, why not go and take a look? Withdraw some money and say you are an old classmate who came to visit!"

"Well, let Uncle Jia burn some paper money for him on the first day of the new year!"

Arriving at Feng's house, Ling Xiao vaguely understood why the girl's family disagreed. This family was too poor, and the house was an old house built decades ago. It was already dark, but not even a light was on in the house.

Even before entering, he could smell a faint bad odor just standing at the door. Ling Xiao did not go in, but just stood at the door and knocked. After knocking for a long time, he saw an old woman with a staggering gait coming from the side alley.

He first looked up at Ling Xiao for a long while, then asked incoherently, "Who are you looking for, girl?"

"Hello, Auntie. Is this Feng Jiang's home?"

When the old woman heard the word "Feng Jiang", she suddenly burst into tears.

However, because there were outsiders around, she immediately rolled up her sleeves and wiped away her tears, choking and saying, "I am Xiao Jiang's mother. Who are you to him?"

"Auntie, we are Feng Jiang's classmates. We heard that he... died. We came to see you. Are you okay?"

The old woman's tears, which she had managed to hold back, burst completely.

Ling Xiao was not in a hurry. He cried with her for a while. When she had cried enough, he took out 50,000 yuan and put it on the table.

"Auntie, please accept my condolences. Feng Jiang is no longer with us, so you must take care of yourself. If he knew that you missed him so much, how could he rest in peace in the underworld? Please accept this little money and buy yourself some food and daily necessities. We will come to visit you often in the future."

Seeing the money, the old lady waved her hands again and again, and said in fear and trepidation: "No, no, no, I can't take it. Girl, please take it back quickly. I'm an old woman, and it's enough for me to grow some vegetables to eat. Why would I need money?"

Speaking of this, the old woman couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, that girl also came to see me last year and gave me a big bag of money. I said I didn't want anything, so she threw the bag down and ran away. I know she still has our Xiao Jiang in her heart, but..."

When she said this the old woman began to sob again.

This time, Ling Xiao did not cry with her, but looked at Lu Xun.

Needless to say, I know who that girl is. It must be the female ghost.

This means that she knew Feng Jiang had sacrificed himself, so she followed him to commit suicide for love. She is really a silly and infatuated girl.

Regardless of whether the old lady wanted it or not, Ling Xiao still put down the money.

On the way back, Ling Xiao felt a little heavy.

"What on earth is going on? She knew her lover was gone, so why did she still wander around in the human world? Didn't she commit suicide just to be able to go down and find her lover?"

Lu Xun couldn't answer her question. He would have to wait until he got back to find out.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening when we returned to the city.

Ling Xiao didn't even bother to eat dinner and went straight back to the villa.

As soon as he entered, he asked Lu Xun to take the little fool out.

"Master, please translate and ask her what's going on!"

Lu Xun looked at her and said nothing, but he thought to himself, "Do I need a translation for this?"

"Feng Jiang died last spring, and you committed suicide in early summer last year. Before you committed suicide, you sent a bag of money to his mother. Don't you remember anything about that?"

The female ghost tilted her head and thought for a long time before shaking her head. After shaking for a while, she suddenly reacted.

"What did you say? You said he died? Died? He... How is this possible? How is this possible? I called him before we got married. He was fine. He even wished me well. How could this be possible? How could this be possible..."

The female ghost was about to explode again, but was suppressed by a talisman paper from Lu Xun.

Although she looked confused, Lu Xun still roughly guessed something from her words.

Feng Jiang probably loved this girl very much. Hearing that she was going to get married must have been heartbreaking, so she prepared herself to die during the mission. When the news of her death came back, the girl took the money to see Feng Jiang's mother, and died shortly after returning.

Given her feelings for Feng Jiang, she should have wanted to find Feng Jiang after her death, but for some reason she was locked up here.

"Do you remember how you died?"

Lu Xun always felt that there was something strange about her death. If it was just an ordinary suicide, she would not have forgotten the past, and she would not have stayed here and not entered the cycle of reincarnation.

"I, I committed suicide. I died in the bathtub!"

The female ghost thought about it and replied honestly.

"The bathtub in your bedroom?"

The female ghost nodded.

Lu Xun stood up and was about to go up, but Ling Xiao grabbed him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go upstairs and take a look. I think there's something wrong here!"

"I am coming too!"

Obviously, she was once a fierce ghost that even ghosts were afraid of, but now that she was left alone downstairs with a female ghost, she actually felt a little scared.