Rebirth of filling the house

The red oil paper umbrella was placed in the corner of Xu's house, and Xu Ruoshui's soul floated out. She returned to the house where she had returned a year ago. She was secretly sad. Her parents had not been alive for many years. She could only look at it.

What else is there to cherish about their memorial tablets? If they cannot be resurrected, what will happen if they return to the house.

Xu House is a courtyard with two entrances. The front yard is the guest room and the servant's room, while the back yard is the master room. Today, the Wang family and his wife live here, that is, Wang Mengjiao's parents.

Walking all the way to the backyard, I heard some noise in the main room. I listened carefully and found that it was my uncle Wang Jiufa and my aunt Liu Qiao who were having a fight.

"Stop it," Wang Jiufa was stopping his wife from clearing the memorial tablet on the altar table in the West Room. "This is my sister's memorial tablet. How could you do this?"

"What's wrong with me?" Liu Qiao, a strong and solid man, pushed away the thin Wang Jiufa, "I tell you, Wang Jiufa, this house and this property belong to us, why are you letting these two dead people occupy our house?

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"Woman, isn't Ruoshui still there? If you come back and see that we don't even worship her parents, how are you going to accept the child?" Wang Jiu was cowardly by nature. He was usually very afraid of his wife. This time, in order to pass away

My biological sister has gained some masculinity.

"She's still like Ruoshui. I don't think she will have a good life for a long time," Liu Qiao laughed and was about to find something to install the memorial tablet. But Wang Jiufa didn't know where he got the courage. He raised the candlestick and hit Liu Qiao on the neck.

, Liu Qiao snorted and fainted, "Tell me why you are so inhumane. That child is pitiful, why can't you leave her a thought and let her have a place to worship when she returns home in the future."

Wang Jiufa helped his wife and went to the east room. Seeing Wang Mengjiao's viciousness, Xu Ruoshui even sneered at Liu Qiao's words. Like mother, like daughter. In the past, he was so ignorant that he would trust their family and rip out his heart.

After spending several years, it ended up like this.

Father, mother, if you know anything, please help your daughter. Her daughter has no way of living anymore. This person has reached the end of his life. The poor king of hell will not accept his daughter, and he is wandering like a lonely ghost. What should we do?

Xu Ruoshui cried sadly for a long time in front of her parents' memorial tablets, but no one knew that there was a wandering spirit in the west room. The wooden black tablet suddenly fell from the altar table. Xu Ruoshui was shocked. Could it be that Quanxia's parents sensed

Already?

My daughter is unfilial and allows you two to die with your eyes open. Xu Ruoshui hid under the altar table and waited until dark to return to the Meng Mansion. The only way to find out whether her body was still there was to find out for herself.

As night fell, the Meng Mansion set up a mourning platform, and all the white flags and black cloth could be seen. Xu Ruoshui was ecstatic. She thought this was a mourning hall set up for her. There was a person lying straight on the door panel in the lobby, with a white cloth covering her eyes.

It was hard to tell who it was, but Xu Ruoshui didn't think about anything else at this time. He jumped up and his soul slipped into the body under the white cloth.

No one paid attention to the change at this moment. There was only one maid wearing sackcloth and mourning beside the corpse. That was Zi Yan from Ningxiang Hall. Mrs. Hu went to take care of Meng Tianbo, and it was her turn to take care of her.

"Bad luck, let me guard it alone, it will make people uneasy to die." Zi Yan angrily threw the yellow paper into the brazier. A gust of wind blew up, and the ashes floated up so much that Zi Yan couldn't help but wave her hands and slap them.

, accidentally pulled up the door panel to get a piece of white cloth, but her new clothes were made of coarse cloth. The daughter-in-law of the eldest daughter-in-law was lying there upright in late autumn. The moment the white cloth fell to the ground, her eyelashes trembled slightly.