1296 Ghost Raising Its Foot

level officials. They knew many things that ordinary people didn't know."You guys are saying... could it be possible that Situ Lin is Mu Yunliang After all, Mu Yunliang himself said he could separate...Jiang Qiyun seems to be in a good mood, as if he's quite pleased that I'm staying home obediently.

Standing by the small bed where Guihe and Younan lay, Jiang Qiyun folded his hands and lowered his gaze. He asked, “Why is this little girl unhappy”

Uh

I was taken aback for a moment, glancing at Yu Gui who was sleeping soundly—how could you tell he wasn't happy

"Nobody bullies her, you know." I quickly said.

Jiang Qiyun chuckled softly: "If someone dared to bully her, it would be fine. Heaven and earth would spoil her beyond measure... Women who are too pampered are not good."

I thought to myself, the first person to pamper him was you.

Even in her sleep, it's clear she's unhappy. That says something about her!

“When I told Today that I saw a pig, we couldn’t understand her. She seemed a little upset about it, but she turned around and started laughing with my brother… It was such a small thing, you could tell she was unhappy. You have the nerve to scold us…” I glared at the Emperor.

Your imperceptible pampering surpasses ours a thousandfold.

"Pig pig" Jiang Qiyun looked at me: "What do you mean"

"If I knew what it meant, I wouldn't be pouting... My brother said maybe someone would come out to let the pigs out."

Jiang Qiyun pondered slightly: "Let the Yinchai of the current realm go and investigate, wouldn't that clear things up"

"Humph, I've already asked Da Bao to check. You're such a doting father! Have the nerve to laugh at us."

Jiang Qiyun calmly said: "I can be indulgent, but I can also let go... Watching them grow up, watching them experience tribulations, and attain enlightenment..."

He changed the subject, his gaze falling on me: "Including you, wasn't I also watching you run around aimlessly, unraveling connections one by one, and gradually growing Think back to how you were trembling with fear, half-understanding, stumbling around—it feels like yesterday."

"...You find me amusing, don't you" I burrowed myself under the covers on the bed. "My Lord Emperor, could you please press down on my headboard for me tonight"

Jiang Qiyun leaned on one hand and rested his chin, lying sideways beside me. He chuckled softly, “You’re getting bolder. You actually dare to leave your husband outside the blanket”

As soon as I pulled back the quilt, I covered him with it and whispered, "How dare I Born under the same blanket, dying in the same grave - how could I possibly refuse to share my bed with Your Majesty"

To say what we'd do under the covers... well, the child is sleeping in here. Of course, it wouldn't be like those intimate moments we used to have.

However, I found that Jiang Qiyun really enjoyed having me hug him. He'd let me lean against his legs or lie in his arms, and he'd close his eyes peacefully with a smile on his lips.

The immortals are divine beings who do not eat grains and are unaware of the change in seasons.

Also, insensitive.

Jiang Qiyun listened to me say this, and chuckled softly. He lowered his head to the side of my neck and gently nibbled.

"This seat needs not understand your emotions, only you."

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Before dawn, the river began to rise and Jiang Qi wanted to return to his position. Today was July fourteenth, and he would be very busy these two days.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is a Taoist holiday. In fact, besides the ritual of worshipping ancestors and ghosts, it also propagates ethics like filial piety, and advocates for self-reflection and moral cultivation.

The past two days have been overcast, and those in the circle generally treat it with caution.

My dad being the eldest son and grandson naturally had to preside over the family's sacrificial activities.

Lánxī is a lively and energetic child, she doesn't pick people either. My grandma said that children like this are easy to raise, so she brought Lánxī back home with me and my dad.

My brother told me that we're driving back home after dinner tonight and heading up the mountain to pay respects tomorrow morning.

As evening approached, Yu Gui lay on the small stool outside the shop door doing her kindergarten craft work. She glanced out and immediately cried, "Mom, that pig is here again—"

I rushed to the door immediately. My brother jumped up from the couch, hopping over the coffee table.

We peered out the doorway—where was the pig Where was it

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"Baby, where are the pigs" my brother asked Yu Gui.

With a small smile, she hugged her brother's leg and poked out her head. She pointed at the shadowy figure under the trees in the distance.

"That pig was also looking at our house for a long time yesterday..."

Following her finger, we saw someone standing in the shade of the trees. However, it was a tall and muscular man.

“...."Piggy, are you talking about Uncle" My brother reacted.

Nodded at the destination.

"Baby girl, that's Shih Tzu, not a pig," my brother patiently taught her.

Though her words were unclear, she was highly sensitive and perceptive. It was impossible for her to simply look at a man and feel something was amiss without reason.

"It's no wonder Yu Gui can't say it clearly, she doesn't have any relatives on her father's side and has never called anyone 'uncle'. Look at how sweetly she calls her uncle..." My brother said proudly to me.

My gaze was fixed on that tall, burly man. He glanced our way from afar, then turned and walked away.

I was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

I've seen this man somewhere before!

I can't recall his name, and even his features are blurry. But just now, the way he turned, it stirred something deep within my mind.

"Xiao Qiao" My brother patted me.

"I came back to my senses and cautiously asked Guidao, 'Guidao, tell Mother, did you see anything unusual about that uncle' "

Yu Gui Tian was carefree and didn't understand what I meant by "abnormal". She shook her head and said, "Zhu Zhu keeps staring at our house. I don't like it..."

I'm a little worried about home. I called Younan over and asked, "Do you know the spell to summon four maid sisters"

"Of course, father taught me many times," Younan nodded.

"Tonight, Mother and Uncle are going back to their hometown. They'll be back tomorrow night. You summon four maidservants to watch over you while you sleep, okay"

"Understood, Mother. Don't worry," You Nan said with a sweet smile.

I couldn't help but hug him and kiss him twice. Of the three children, Younan is the most worry-free.

Actually, our home is a key care unit for the city god and local land deities. Even when the night spirits are idle, they will often come by to check on us several times. Although there's a slightly heavier presence of negative energy, it's quite safe overall.

Above all, people are trustworthy.

My brother warmed up the car and beckoned me to go out with him. I saw that he looked pained, so I asked him what was wrong.

"Everyone says Toyota is indestructible and Land Rover is impossible to fix, though that's a bit of an exaggeration, Land Rover definitely isn't as durable. Maybe we should get a more reliable car instead."

"I don't know about that, you decide." I looked and saw many people burning paper along the way, especially in the suburbs, with people burning paper under streetlights.

The villages near our hometown are relatively "superstitious" because the Mu family's branch relatives are all involved in the yin-yang industry. So, ten miles and eight townships, whoever has some yin-yang matters, they all take pride in inviting Mu family members.

As we approached a nearby village, we came across an overturned tricycle ahead of us. The sand it was carrying had spilled everywhere, blocking our path.

My brother mumbled: What the heck—

He didn't say "What the heck," because there are quite a few little taboos during the Mid-Autumn Festival, one of which is mentioning ghosts.

"What are you guys doing Why are you working in the middle of July" My brother rolled down his car window and asked, puzzled.

A local man stepped forward and said: “You don't know, someone's ancestral tomb collapsed. The family didn't manage to repair it before the middle of the seventh lunar month. As a result, their ancestors blamed them, and someone in the family was haunted by a ghost, being lifted off their feet. So they hurriedly wanted to repair the tomb, but who knew their car even flipped over. It's just too strange…”

Raising the Ghost's Footms can old rouge have I've heard all sorts of things, but I've never heard that rouge lipstick and eyebrow pencils can become spirits!""Old things should have some spirit, right…" I bent down to sift...