The arrogant little husband is desperately flirting with the hunter

Chu Xiao said he was going to ask a fortune teller to choose a date, so Zhao Guizhi packed him a piece of bacon and a dozen eggs and asked Yan Zhenshen to go with him.

No one knows the surname and name of the witch at the east end of the village. All we know is that her husband's surname is Wan. Her husband died young, and she had a son whom she did not raise. She just recognized her uncle as her father. Now she has opened a shop in the town, and her business is pretty good.

She would come back to visit the fortune teller several times a year, but she would leave after noon every time. I even heard from others that her son did not call her mother, but aunt.

The witch is now in her fifties and still in good health. When the weather is good, she will sit at the door to bask in the sun, but most of the time she is not visible to people.

Yan Zhenshen and Chu Xiao walked all the way to the east of the village. The house at the back had a high wall and a big willow tree planted outside, which had already sprouted new buds.

When Yan Zhenshen was a child, he came here to pull willow branches. The witch was still younger at that time, and she didn't say anything when she saw it, but just told them not to climb trees.

The kids are fearless. The more you forbid them to do something, the more they will do it. So two of them climbed up directly.

The witch still didn't scold them. She just went into the yard and got some hemostatic herbs. When the two boys fell and broke their legs, she applied the herbs on them.

The five or six-year-old children at that time forgot to cry and just thought that the witch was really powerful. From then on, no children came here to pull willow branches. When they passed by the east side of the village, they would bow towards the yard.

The witch was sitting in the yard basking in the sun. When she heard the noise, she called out, "Come in, the door is not closed."

The two walked into the yard. Chu Xiao looked around and felt that there was no difference between them and an ordinary family.

The witch's eyes seemed to be a little bad, and they looked a little misty. She squinted and looked at Yan Zhenshen: "I haven't seen you for many years, you naughty monkey, now you have grown so tall."

Yan Zhenshen sometimes still feels a little embarrassed when he hears the elderly people in the village talking about his childhood.

"Um, Aunt Wan, we came here this time to ask you to help calculate the date." Yan Zhenshen put the basket he brought next to the recliner, and pulled Chu Xiao over to introduce: "This is my husband."

The witch looked at Chu Xiao for a long while again, and a strange smile appeared on her face, "Death is not extinction, a visitor from outside the world, and he has a good fate, so it is considered appropriate."

Chu Xiao was stunned. This fortune teller was really good at what she did.

Since this person could tell that he was not Chu Xiaoxiao, he spoke without restraint and directly talked about the renovation of the cemetery, and even said that he wanted to put two coffins there.

"Well... I'll ask the immortals first. Please come in with me." The witch got up from the recliner and walked slowly towards the east wing. Yan Zhenshen and Chu Xiao followed behind with small steps.

Chu Xiao felt that he was in a different world after entering the house. There were three altars in the east wing, and there was a picture of an animal on each table. Next to the picture was a tablet, which was covered with red cloth with only a corner showing.

The witch first scooped water from the water tank to clean her hands, then respectfully lifted a piece of red cloth. There were two rows of tablets on the left and right. Chu Xiao wanted to read what was written on them, but Yan Zhenshen pulled him back: "Don't look."

Chu Xiao was a little confused, but still looked away. He saw the witch insert the incense into the incense burner, then sit cross-legged on the cushion, mumbling something incomprehensible, and the lit incense floated into the tablet.

"Oh my god." Chu Xiao felt as if something cold was lingering around his ankle, but there was nothing on the ground. He was so scared that he took several steps back and almost fell down. If Yan Zhenshen hadn't pulled him, he would have sat down on the ground.

"Immortal, don't scare him." The witch glanced over here and continued to speak incomprehensible words with a respectful look on her face.

Next, they saw the witch's body twitched for a moment, and then she opened her eyes again, and her eyes became extremely cold.

"Do you want to worship the family gods?" The witch's voice also became different, sounding low and hoarse, and seemed to be mixed with a hissing sound.

Chu Xiao's scalp tingled when he saw her like that. Thinking of the touch on his ankle just now, even if he was brave and not afraid of people or zombies, he had never encountered this unfounded, invisible and intangible thing.

"It seems that he is unwilling." The witch sighed with some regret, "The birthday and death anniversary of the deceased."

How could Chu Xiao know Boss Chu’s birthday, and Chu Xiaoxiao obviously didn’t know either, but he did know his death anniversary.

"My father died on the seventh day of the winter month, and my mother died on the twenty-first day of the first month of the following year. As for Chu..."

The witch narrowed her eyes and looked at him, "You don't need this."

Chu Xiao was stunned. What did he mean? Could it be that Chu Xiaoxiao was not dead either, and was taken away to another place by the time traveler just like him?

"You are occupying his body, so it is equivalent to him not having a death anniversary, but it is not difficult to deal with."

The witch calculated with her fingers and said, "There is no taboo. There is no one to carry on the family line, and there is no need to bless future generations... Although there is no merit, there is no big fault either. Just pick a day and do whatever you want."

As he said that, he stood up swiftly, took the brush and started writing on the desk. The lines were weird and completely incomprehensible.

After finishing the drawing, he turned around and handed the paper to Chu Xiao, "Put this in the cenotaph. Chu Xiaoxiao's soul has been wandering outside for a long time. Only with this talisman paper can he find the way."

Chu Xiao reached out to take it, his heart trembling.

The witch smiled evilly with wrinkled face: "You really don't want to worship the family spirit? I am quite capable."

"No, no." Chu Xiao waved his hands quickly. He just wanted to farm and didn't want to deal with the supernatural.

The witch shrugged and sat back on the mat. As her body shivered again, Chu Xiao felt the cold touch across his ankle again.

The witch shivered and retched for a long while before she took a deep breath and her voice returned to normal. "I, the python fairy, am a little... unruly. Please forgive me."

"It's okay, it's okay." Chu Xiao didn't dare to say anything. He still felt a chill on his ankle.

The witch told him the date and things he needed to pay attention to. Yan Zhen thanked her deeply and put two strings of money on the table.

"Then Aunt Wan, we'll leave first." Yan Zhenshen pulled Chu Xiao and quickly walked out of the yard.

Chu Xiao patted his frightened heart and said, "Brother Shen, is this true?"

Yan Zhenshen glanced at him and said, "I don't know either. I'd rather believe it."

Chu Xiao walked back under the sun. He felt that he needed to get more sun exposure, otherwise the cold feeling on his ankles would always linger.

After walking out of the village, Chu Xiao looked back, and the uneasy feeling in his heart disappeared. Why should he be afraid?

If it is true, he is also a part of the theory of gods and ghosts.

He curled his lips and jumped onto Yan Zhenshen's back. Yan Zhenshen subconsciously reached out to catch him: "What's wrong? Are you tired from walking?"

Chu Xiao shook his head and asked curiously, "Brother Shen, are you afraid?"

Yan Zhenshen understood what he meant and chuckled, "Why should I be afraid? Isn't this a farming novel?"

Chu Xiao thought it made sense and nodded repeatedly: "Yes!"