After the real daughter returned from the Hehuan Sect

"Rong Huan..."

"Rong Huan..."

......

The voice was old and disembodied.

Rong Huan felt dizzy as he walked forward following the sound.

"Rong Huan, you're finally back."

Rong Huan finally found the source of the voice, but her head felt so heavy. She wanted to lift her head to see what the person looked like, but she couldn't lift it up.

"You are..." Rong Huan asked the man using all his strength.

"You don't need to look at me. You just need to remember that even if you have been training in the Abyss for more than 30 years, your tribulation has not yet passed."

"The thing I regret most in my life is accepting that evil disciple. He was a traitor and harmed countless people."

"Rong Huan, I know you don't like to meddle in other people's business, so please help me catch that evil disciple."

Rong Huan really wanted to ask the other party, I don’t even know you, how could I know your evil disciple, where can I catch him?

Rong Huan kept her head down, but her mind began to become clearer and clearer.

That's not right, isn't she sleeping?

Where is this place?

"Rong Huan, you must help me catch that evil disciple. We can't let her harm anyone again..."

Rong Huan felt that the voice seemed to be drifting away. She didn't have time to think about anything else and quickly looked up again. This time, she didn't have to exert too much effort to raise her head.

Ah!

What Rong Huan saw was a face that was completely unrecognizable.

No, this can't even be called a face, it's just a lump of flesh.

But Rong Huan saw the man's attire clearly.

It was a very old-style Zhongshan suit, and the trouser leg on his right leg was rolled up a lot, revealing a horrible scar!

Rong Huan woke up.

It was not yet daybreak, and there seemed to be a layer of fog outside.

Rong sat up from the bed.

She knew who that person was. It was the lame old man whom she and her friends in the village often pestered to tell stories when they were children!

At present, Rong Huan only reads faces and tells fortunes, but she has never caught ghosts.

Even in the Great Abyss, she had never seen a ghost.

But what about that dream just now?

Is that lame old man a ghost?

Rong Huan tightened the thin quilt around him and looked around.

There was no light in the room at this time, but her room had good lighting. Although it was not yet completely bright, she could still see the furnishings in the room clearly.

There was no one else in the room except her, and there was no ghost either.

Rong Huan got out of bed, charged his phone, and rubbed his face hard.

Hasn't she always been on the fantasy route? She doesn't go for the supernatural route.

Because of the dream she had just had, Rong Huan didn't dare to sleep and just sat at the desk until her adoptive mother Liu Xiuqin came and knocked on the door, asking her to go downstairs for breakfast.

Rong Huan then got up and went downstairs. After walking out of the room, Rong Huan felt a little stuffy in the nose.

"Mom, I think someone from underground called me."

Rong Huan was eating breakfast, sniffing and talking to Liu Xiuqin.

Liu Xiuqin brought a large bowl of noodles to Uncle Feng. When she heard Rong Huan say this, she quickly asked, "Last night?"

"Yeah." Rong Huan nodded.

Although Rong Huan chose the fantasy route, she knew that when children in the village caught a cold for no apparent reason and cried non-stop, the adults would burn some paper money for the elderly, asking them not to get close to the children as it would scare them.

Generally, after burning the paper, the child will stop crying and the cold will heal quickly.

"Do you know who is calling you?" Liu Xiuqin took something out of the room where she usually kept incense paper and was about to burn it at the door.

"That lame old man." Rong Huan sniffed.

"He is a single man and must have run out of money. I'll give him some more." When Liu Xiuqin heard Rong Huan say it was him, she turned around and went back to get another handful of paper money and walked towards the door.

Rong Huan held a bowl and followed Liu Xiuqin to the door, watching her cook.

While burning the incense, Liu Xiuqin kept muttering: "Don't blame me, Mr. Cao. The child has gone to live with her biological parents. You can spend this money..."

Rong Huan was curious. If all these things were burned, could the lame old man really spend them?

However, Rong Huan was still very curious, why did the old man come to him?

When I was a child, the lame old man was quite nice to me. If I met his evil disciple, I would just catch him.

Hey, lame old man, it’s none of my business if I didn’t meet your evil disciple.

As Rong Huan was thinking this, the paper money that Liu Xiuqin had just burned was blown away by a gust of wind!

"What are you doing squatting there, you silly kid? Come in and eat, or it will all go into your bowl."

After Liu Xiuqin finished burning the paper, she saw Rong Huan squatting in front of her. She blew all the ashes into the bowl and quickly chased him away.

Rong Huan was driven back into the house and finished the remaining few mouthfuls of noodles.

Strangely enough, just as she took the dishes to the kitchen to wash, she felt her nose was unblocked!

Rong Huan:......

Rong Huan washed the dishes and ran out: "Mom, I want to sleep with you tonight!"

"How old are you? Why are you still sticking to me?" Liu Xiuqin poked Rong Huan's forehead with a finger.

No matter how old Rong Huan is, she is afraid of ghosts...

Rong Zhilin carried two baskets to the melon field, and Rong Huan followed behind him happily, taking pictures with his mobile phone.

"Hey? Isn't it Rong Huan? Why are you back from the big city?"

On the way, a middle-aged man looked at Rong Huan and asked Rong Zhilin.

"Come back and help eat the watermelon." Rong Zhilin said to the man happily.

"Hello, Uncle Fang." Rong Huan called out to the man.

"Well, that's great. We don't have to pick out the food to sell after we eat it all." The middle-aged man joked to Ronghuan.

"Yeah." Rong Zhilin said with a smile.

Of course it was impossible for Rong Huan to eat all the melons in the several acres of melon fields.

However, when Rong Huan looked at Uncle Fang, he saw something from his face.

Tsk tsk, the seemingly honest man from a good family turns out to be this kind of person.

Uncle Fang is forty-three years old this year. He was also a handsome guy when he was young, and many matchmakers came to his house to tell his fortune.

But Uncle Fang didn't like it at all.

I remained single year after year.

Many people say that he has high standards.

A long time ago, when Rong Huan was doing his homework under a big tree, he often heard the gossip of the village aunts, saying that a man like Uncle Fang was looked down upon by everyone and would never be able to find a wife sooner or later.

Of course, what the aunts said was not wrong. Uncle Fang really hasn't found a wife at his age.

But Uncle Fang is very advanced in his thinking. He doesn't like women, but he likes a man. So they are truly in love.

Of course, even though Rong Huan saw it, she would never reveal it to anyone.

"Rong Huan, I think you were driven back by your biological parents."

As soon as Rong Huan and Rong Zhilin separated from Uncle Fang, they saw Sun Xiaocui's mean face.

"Sun Xiaocui, do you drink feces every day? Your words are smelly and unpleasant."

Rong Zhilin also disliked her, but because he and Sun Xiaocui were the closest men in the village, he usually tolerated them a lot.

But now Huanhuan was going to take them to live in the capital, and he couldn't bear it any longer. If he offended someone, he would rarely see him in the future.