bookcurios Chapter 119 Poor Uncle
Chapter 119 Poor Uncle
Gradually, he lost more and more things, even money began to disappear, and he had to pay attention.
But he didn't think it was because of the day he peed on the tombstone, or because he ran into a little boy when he was out playing one day. The little boy pointed at the air next to him and said, "Uncle, why is there a bloody person following you?"
He was almost scared to death at that time. After returning home, he began to recall that apart from being disrespectful to the tomb owner that day, he had not done anything excessive. So he took water and went to scrub the tombstone, apologizing as he scrubbed.
He originally thought that since he had apologized so sincerely, nothing would happen again. But the ghost became even more aggressive. Not only did he keep losing things at home, but he was also constantly in danger.
Sometimes when I was brushing my teeth downstairs, a flower pot from the second floor would fall down. Sometimes when I was passing by a ditch, my ankle would suddenly hurt and I would fall into the water. Sometimes even sleeping was restless, I would wake up in pain, and then see a crow flying away from me. I looked down at my body and saw that I had been pecked by the crow in several places.
After discovering this crow, he gradually realized that whenever he was in danger, this crow would always be around.
In ancient times, crows only appeared where there was a death, and crows were also regarded as birds of disaster. Wherever they appeared, there would definitely be no good. He was immediately scared, thinking that he was about to die!
In fear, he went to a temple and asked several monks to perform a ritual for the tomb owner. He thought the situation would be settled, but the danger remained, and the crow even appeared more frequently.
Later, he couldn't stand it anymore and asked a Taoist priest to catch ghosts. The Taoist priest waved a peach wood sword around in his house for a long time and put up talismans everywhere, saying that the ghost that was haunting him had been put into his Qiankun gourd.
He thought he could rest assured now, but the opposite happened. He finally realized that there is no worst, only worse!
He cried and pointed his phone camera downwards, and his plastered left hand and right leg appeared on the screen.
"Master, you must save me!"
The uncle's face was covered with tears and snot. Now one of his legs was broken and he had difficulty moving. Every day he watched helplessly as the crow took away his things bit by bit. Now his home could not be said to be penniless, but it was no different from having been robbed.
He pointed the camera around the room and took another look. He was now sitting in the main room, and there was really nothing in the room except some bare tables, chairs and benches. The netizens who saw this could only sigh in pity.
[It was wrong for the uncle to urinate, but he apologized in various ways, so why did the ghost not give in? ]
[Does an apology mean you have to be forgiven? If someone peed on you, would you forgive the person just because you gave him a bath and gave him some money? ]
[That depends on how much money you put in. If it's enough for me to buy a villa, I'll even pee on you, not to mention poop on me! ]
[Maybe I have a strong sense of self-esteem. I can't do it. It's too disgusting. ]
Just as netizens were discussing whether or not they should sell their self-esteem for money, a crow fluttered over and landed on the armrest of the uncle's chair.
The crow is dark black all over, and as its body turns, the sunlight shines on its feathers, making them appear in brilliant colorful colors.
Not to mention, it’s quite pretty, and has an ancient sense of mystery.
However, just as netizens were admiring its body and feathers, the crow's pair of dark eyes locked onto the uncle's face. The uncle looked at it and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back. What is it going to do!
Then, the crow flapped its wings and flew over the uncle's face, and the scene began to shake violently. The uncle couldn't move one arm, and he screamed and used his other hand to hit and block.
Netizens were so focused on the miserable state of the old man that they did not notice a dark light flashing in Chi Qiao's eyes.
Just as the dark light in Chi Qiao's eyes disappeared, the crow that attacked the uncle gradually calmed down, clung to the uncle's chest, turned its head twice, and then flapped its wings and flew away.
The crow flew away, but it left several bloody scratches on the uncle's face. A small piece of flesh the size of a little fingernail also fell off his right cheek and was hanging on his face with the skin attached. It must have been pecked by the crow just now. He looked so pitiful.
Only then did netizens understand where the red marks on his face came from.
The guy who just said that an apology does not necessarily mean one must be forgiven is now silent. It should be said that this uncle is really a bit pitiful.
The uncle grinned and took out a small bottle and a mirror from the drawer next to him. He poured some yellow powder from the small bottle and rubbed it on the scratches on his face while looking in the mirror. His movements were so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
[Although he lacks a sense of public morality, his crime does not deserve death. How pitiful! ]
[This face is scratched, it’s darker than my second aunt’s hand, it hurts my face just looking at it! ]
[Master, please save this poor old man! I'm really worried that he will be killed someday.]
Chi Qiao sighed, "He doesn't lack a little bit of public morality, but a billion points of public morality."
Chi Qiao emphasized the word "billion" at the end, and netizens were stunned. What's going on? Is there a reversal?
The uncle who had applied the medicine to himself was also stunned. He really couldn't remember what he had done to the tombstone besides peeing. He hurriedly explained: "Master, I really just peed, I really didn't do anything else!"
He just urinated on the tombstone, but the victim of the evil things he did later was not the owner of the tomb, but someone else.
Chi Qiao said: "Let's talk about the little boy first."
"Little boy?" The uncle was stunned. "What does this have to do with that little boy?"
This little boy only appeared once in the uncle's narration, and netizens almost forgot about his existence. When they heard Chi Qiao talk about it, they also became curious.
"There's no bloody ghost following you. The little boy was just talking nonsense that day."
Chi Qiao's cultivation was at the Qi training stage before, and she could only tell fortunes for the person himself or for people who were closely related to him, such as his immediate family members. But now her cultivation has entered the foundation building stage, and she can tell a rough estimate for people, even if she has only met the fortune teller once.
So, I have a general understanding of the little boy's situation.
The little boy had a neighbor girl who had a very good memory. How good was it? She is fourteen years old now, but she still remembers what the nurse who delivered her looked like, what expression her mother and father had at that time, and the first words her mother and father said when they saw her.
When Chi Qiao was giving the commentary, netizens were stunned.
[Is there anyone with such a good memory? Is he lying? ]
[I don’t know if this little girl is lying or not, but I’ve heard that this condition is called hyperthymesia, and there are nearly a hundred patients worldwide.]
Chi Qiao’s fans come from all walks of life and are of very high quality. They even know unpopular terms like hyperthymesia.