Folk custom: At the beginning of the wedding, the bride takes off her painted skin

Chapter 42: The Hanging Broom【Please read】

Zhou Xu and the others looked at Li Daoxuan's back, each with their own thoughts.

Huang Hu and Zhou Xu have the idea that things have changed and people are no longer in the same world as Li Daoxuan.

It's only been a few days now, and the gap is so huge.

It will take a few years. When you see him again, will you bow your head and shout "Master Li"?
Zhu Jinglun can control the Zhu family, the strongest among the four families in Wu City, and become an eighth-rate grain eater, with both means and strength.

He could tell at a glance that Li Daoxuan and these two people were definitely not young.

It would never look like this when we meet each other when we are young.

He could clearly feel Huang Hu and Zhou Xu's restraint in front of Li Daoxuan.

But Zhigui knew that since Li Daoxuan said that these two people were his children, Zhu Jinglun was willing to do this favor.

Who knows if Li Daoxuan said this to test Zhu Jinglun?
"Okay, you can stay in our Zhu family from now on."

The test is nothing more than Zhu Jinglun's words.

……

"Why aren't you talking? Don't you talk a lot?"

Li Daoxuan looked at this man in confusion as he walked down the street and kept silent. If he hadn't been following him, he would have doubted whether Fang Jie was contaminated.

Fang Jie looked up at the Chaoyang in the distance, "So...your name is Li Daoxuan, right? Where is Li Feiyu?"

Li Daoxuan: "..."

"Is your name really Fang Jie? Oh no, isn't your name Qiu Feng?"

"Qiu Feng is the pseudonym I used when I was a temple priest, and my real name is Fang Jie. I won't lie to you... but you lied to me, alas."

Fang Jie lowered his head and sighed, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Li Daoxuan pressed his hand on the handle of the pig-killing knife without hesitation.

Fang Jie, who was walking next to him, immediately noticed something strange about him and asked alertly, "What's wrong?"

"I suspect you are contaminated."

"..."

In the next few days, except for occasionally going outside to harvest some survival points, Li Daoxuan did not go anywhere else. He always stayed in the yard of Fangjie and got used to his body.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Li Daoxuan has gone through too many things when it comes to Hemu's resuscitation, and it is too much to add a little bit at a time.

This caused the body to "evolve" too quickly, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.

It took four days in a row for him to feel that he had regained control of his body. After adapting, he also found that his combat power had increased by several points.

As for actual combat... He originally wanted to give Fang Jie a try, but after seeing him casually crush a stone, Fang Jie was unwilling to kill him.

Besides that, Li Daoxuan had nothing to do, so he also paid homage to the lucky wood carving.

……

Shouwu City coincided with a great disaster, and all the people's homes were affected by the disaster, and they were all having a hard time.

But Wang Er's family was doing well, and they even had some luck and made a little fortune.

First, when troubles came to the world, all ordinary people were polluted, went crazy, and shouting and killing were commonplace. So... His father, who was nearly seventy years old, could not take care of himself and needed to be taken care of day and night, died.

In Wang Er's opinion, the whole family has lost a big burden.

Life was relieved.

So Wang Er felt that he was a little lucky.

Secondly, after the pollution subsided and Wang Er woke up, he found that he was actually at Lao Zhang's house next door.

Moreover, Lao Zhang and his family didn’t know what happened, but they died...

Wang Er was stunned for a while. After he came to his senses, he rummaged through the cabinets and found all the money saved by Lao Zhang's family.

Anyway, this person is dead, how painful is it that the money is not spent?
So Wang Er decided to help Lao Zhang alleviate his pain. In this way, Wang Er's family made a little fortune.

"Dad, what are you doing here?"

The young man wearing a tiger hat raised his head and asked Wang Er.

Wang Er walked up the stairs, hung an old broom on the eaves in front of the door, lowered his head and said with a smile:

"Too many people have died in the city. Your father and I are exorcising evil spirits."

The boy in the tiger hat didn't quite understand, "What does exorcism mean?"

"Just to keep those ghosts from coming in." "Oh, if you hang the broom upside down, those ghosts won't dare to come in?"

"Ah."

Wang Er nodded vigorously.

After all, that's what his dead father told him. This is their folk custom, something passed down from their ancestors.

Although the boy with the tiger head hat still didn't understand, he jumped into the house, still shouting, "The Hanged Broomstick Ghost will not enter the house, and the Hanged Broomstick Ghost will not dare to come."

Seeing his son's cheerful appearance, Wang Er felt increasingly that the future was promising.

He came down the stairs and looked towards the street. People were wearing mourning clothes and blowing paper money everywhere. They were sobbing and crying for three consecutive days.

Wang Er felt panicked after hearing this, and quickly took the stairs and went into the house.

The evening wind picked up the paper money on the ground again, blowing the white lanterns in front of other people's houses to sway. By the way, it also blew the upside-down broom that had just been hung at the door of Wang Er's house, making it sway... It seemed as if a dead person had fallen at the door.

Wang Er's family is still observing filial piety, so according to custom, they are not allowed to eat meat.

But fortunately, their family is used to living a hard life, so it's okay and they don't feel it's too hard.

The boy wearing a tiger hat hurriedly finished his meal in a few mouthfuls, and then ran off to play wildly. Wang Er still told him not to go out.

But teenagers are like this. The less he is allowed to do anything, the more curious he becomes.

So he stood in the house, but stuck his head out and looked outside the door. The young man looked at the world with curious eyes.

But suddenly, as if he saw something, he immediately retracted his head.

"Dad, dad, look!"

The boy with the tiger head hat was so frightened that he shivered.

"Look at what!"

Wang Er scolded him habitually.

The boy pointed outside the house, "That broom, the broom is turned around."

Wang Er, who was still calm at first, suddenly changed his expression when he heard this. He threw away the bowl and chopsticks, pulled up his chair and rushed to the door.

Under the dim sky, he saw the broom that he had tied with a rope and hung upside down at the door.

At this moment, it was as if someone had deliberately turned it upside down. It was hanging at the door, still swaying in the evening breeze.

See such a situation.

Wang Er's back was instantly wet with cold sweat, and the wind blew his back cold.

He thought of what his father had told him when he was still alive.

"Hang the broom upside down at the door to ward off evil spirits and prevent ghosts from coming in. But if you find that the broom is turned upside down, you have to be careful."

"Because if the broom is turned upside down, it means...the ghost has entered our home."

"At this time, you should quickly get another bowl, put a bowl of rice on it and put it next to the table. It is to honor the ghost master."

"If you see less rice, that's okay, it means the ghost master accepts your offering."

Wang Er also asked at that time, "What if the rice doesn't decrease?"

"If there is not enough food, it means that ghosts are going to eat people..."

When Wang Er thought of this, he quickly turned around and rushed into the kitchen, eating dishes and chopsticks. This was the only thought left in his mind.

When he took the bowl and another bowl of sweet potato rice and ran out, he found that his wife and children were okay, and he was slightly relieved.

"It's okay, just put in more bowls of rice."

Wang Er pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Putting food in? For whom?" The wife spoke in a strange voice.

Wang Er frowned and was about to put the bowl on the table, but found that his wife, who had originally turned her back to him, turned her head.

The body did not move.

Heads turned.

"Look, do I look like the broom at the door?"

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