Quick Wear: Everyone knows I am a good person

"Ding~ Congratulations, host sister, the original owner beat you to a pulp!"

003 read out the answer carefully: "Becoming the Queen Mother 60 points, taking good care of Ji Hefu 30 points, and my son 10 points."

Shu Jiao: ???

"So... the mission objective is only worth 30 points?"

Losing money!

"That's what the original owner said."

003 nodded affirmatively, "Since my son had prayed for a good future in his previous life, I'll give him 10 points as a token of my appreciation."

"She felt that she was the one who should make amends the most, but we didn't have that option, so the target became Ji Hefu."

"correct."

003 seemed to have thought of something and laughed out loud, "She said she learned it."

"What has she learned?"

Shu Jiao asked with a little curiosity.

"She understood that the power in the backyard was not used in the way she wanted. She knew how to usurp the throne and become the emperor."

Shu Jiao: ...

She silently made a 6, "The original owner is really a talent."

"Yeah. So she gave you an extra 100 points."

003 was somewhat appreciative. "You know, this woman is really capable of filling the debt hole in a short period of time and earning extra points."

As he spoke, an idea suddenly flashed through 003's mind.

"Host sister, please wait a moment."

003 pulled out a line, "Hey, old friend, let me recommend you a perfect host, ruthless, flexible, ambitious, generous, and a good villain."

"I've sent you the location, go ahead."

Shu Jiao: ???

"Why are you still doing human work?"

Shu Jiao found it a little funny.

"My old friend is in the villain counterattack group, and it's hard for him to find a host. If there's a good seedling, I'll give it one. It won't have its hosts die one after another, and then come to me crying at the end of the year."

Crying so hard that it annoys me.

003 thought with some disgust.

"puff."

Shu Jiao chuckled, "How does the system cry? Why don't you cry for me to see?"

"...How about I play a clip of the audio for you?"

After 003 finished speaking, without waiting for Shu Jiao's reaction, he found a long audio clip and clicked to play it.

Suddenly, there were ghosts howling.

The miserable mechanical cry, mixed with the screams that broke the sky, made even gods and ghosts stay three feet away from it.

Shu Jiao was so shocked that her brain went numb for a moment.

003 quickly turned off the recording, revealing an indescribable pain, "Hey, that's it."

Do you know how miserable it is?

I hear this at the end of every year, and it takes three days to finish listening to the internal procedures.

Shu Jiao looked at it with sympathy, "San'er, you have suffered so much."

"Host sister, if you are willing to spend some points in the next world, I won't suffer at all."

"Let's see in the next world. Let's go!"

"okay!"

003 With a whoosh, Shu Jiao was sent away.

"Aunt Shu!"

"Aunt Shu, you have to help me. Our family has only one son, and my wife has been married for eight years, but she is still not pregnant."

"The hospital checked and said that both of them are fine!"

"I really have no choice. The roots of our Wang family cannot be cut off by my son!"

"As long as I can get pregnant, I don't care how much money it costs!"

As soon as she opened her eyes, Shu Jiao heard a cry.

It is no exaggeration to say that the sound was exactly the same as the audio clip played by 003 just now.

Shu Jiao took a deep breath and looked around without changing her expression.

Standing in front of her was a woman with half-white hair, about fifty or sixty years old, with rough skin and calluses on her hands. It was obvious that she came from a poor family.

Behind the woman was a middle-aged couple.

The man was wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking like a successful man, while the woman was wearing a skirt, looking very scholarly.

Both the husband and wife had a look of sadness on their faces and their eyes were full of helplessness.

Obviously, they did not believe the original owner.

I'm afraid he couldn't resist the woman's pestering, so he had to come here and use special means to have a child.

Shu Jiao took a quick glance and quickly understood the plot.

The original owner, Shu Jiao, was a rural fortune teller.

Ok……

She is the kind of fortune teller who has no real skills, is a swindler, and handles some special events in the countryside.

The means are cinnabar, yellow talisman paper, rooster blood, boy's urine, wood ash... anyway, they use whatever is available in the countryside, using local materials and never spending extra money.

but!

The original owner was just lucky.

After she "cast the spell", the success rate of treatment was quite high. As a result, people from the nearby villages trusted her and would come to her for help when they had any problems.

Using these methods, she even accumulated a considerable fortune.

The person who came to pray for a child was just one of her clients. Later, the woman gave the original owner 30,000 yuan, and the original owner gave her a talisman for praying for a child.

The result~

Didn't work.

The child still didn't come.

When the woman came to cause trouble, the original owner lied to her, saying that the woman's son and daughter-in-law were not a perfect match, that they could not have children, and that she had to change her daughter-in-law.

The money won’t be returned anyway.

This woman was really superstitious. She actually believed what the original owner said. She made a big fuss when she got home and basically tore the young couple apart.

That's strange.

After the divorce, the new wife soon became pregnant. The daughter-in-law married another man and soon became pregnant as well.

quasi!

So accurate!

Now even the woman’s son and ex-daughter-in-law have become loyal believers of the original owner.

The original owner became famous for a while.

Even so, although the original owner had never killed anyone, he had committed many small sins.

She makes a lot of money.

He kept on deceiving until he even deceived himself and really thought he was a powerful living god.

until--

One day, her grandson, who lived with his son and daughter-in-law in the city, fell ill and was hospitalized.

Upon hearing the news, the original owner went to visit and take care of him.

Seeing that her grandson's symptoms were very similar to those of a person who had come to her for help before, and that her grandson repeatedly said that the hospital was boring and wanted to be discharged, she ignored the warnings of her son and daughter-in-law and secretly fed her grandson the talisman water she had made herself.

Good this time.

Within half an hour, her grandson began to vomit and have diarrhea. Before the hospital could find out what he had been infected with, he was gone.

The original owner was terrified.

She didn't expect this to happen. She thought her grandson would be like the patient and get better immediately after taking the medicine.

how come?

How could he die?

The son and daughter-in-law were extremely sad. After holding a funeral for their grandson, they sent the original owner back to the countryside and never called him again.

Even if the original owner called them, they wouldn't answer.

Even if they came to their door, they would not meet.

Later, the daughter-in-law couldn't stand the psychological torture anymore and divorced the original owner's son.

The original owner's son blamed her for killing his son and for letting his wife go. But when he thought of how good the original owner was to him when he was a child, he couldn't bear to completely ignore the original owner.

Just like this, I am entangled and resentful.

Until the original owner died.

At that time, the original owner's image as a "witch" was greatly damaged because she had killed her own grandson with a cure, and she was often ostracized in the village.

Every day I sit alone in an empty room, with no one to talk to.

In addition, she herself felt remorseful and self-hatred because of this incident. She hated the job of "witch" that she had been doing for most of her life and became depressed.

When he was in his sixties, he was gone.