Zongling Biography

Chapter 46 She's Back
She has never drank alcohol, but grandpa often said that she was drunk, so it must be such a feeling, right?

She just felt dizzy and dizzy, and didn't even dare to open her eyes. She squatted on the ground with her head in her hands, and repeated the woman's voice over and over in her ears.

She asked with difficulty, "Who are you?"

"We just met today, and you forgot who I am?"

Sijiu panicked, it was the woman in the red dress, but why was she the only one who saw it?She thought it was just an illusion.

Sijiu asked bravely, "Then what are you going to do?"

The female voice snorted a few times, and then replied in a cold voice: "You'll know what I'm going to do soon!"
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Sandalwood was lingering in the house, and a group of people were frowning. Sijiu burned like this all night, and several sets of clothes were soaked. The old lady basically didn't rest, and just watched by the side.

When the sky was getting brighter, the old lady told Aunt Chunman: "Help me to the backyard!"

Aunt Chunman looked distressed, but she had to obey her orders, helped the old lady up and left the house under the eyes of everyone.

After going out, Chunman persuaded worriedly: "Old lady, your body...do you want to get rid of it?"

The old lady sighed, "This child has already started taking medicine, and no medicine will help now. Can I just watch her continue to burn like this?"

Chunman wanted to continue persuading, "But..."

The old lady stretched out her hand to interrupt, "Stop it! I can't see what's going on on April [-]! Let's go! Everything is fate."

When Qiu An was young, she had a very high reputation outside. Not only did she have the halo of the Ji family, but she could see through too many angels, and she never missed. The faster the body is consumed.

She is one of the few Luan Sheng who can set up a altar to help the shamans to ask questions, but in recent years, the outside world has been too chaotic, and her body can't afford to consume it, so she simply sealed the divination.

Except for going to Shangxiang to make a confession in person on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, she hadn't asked anything for a long time.

Aunt Chunman helped the old lady to a courtyard in the backyard. There were two houses in a row. On the left was the ancestral hall dedicated to the ancestors, and on the right was the place where Qiu An was enshrined.

The old lady walked in slowly with a cane, and saw that the altar table was very clean, the incense burner in the house was filled with smoke, and the tribute flowers on the table were also fresh.

Qiu An nodded in satisfaction, took out a few incense sticks from the table, Chunman slid the matchstick to help light it, Qiu An raised his head and closed his eyes and bowed three times, then stepped forward again and inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

With Chunman's support, she knelt down on the bedding, folded her hands together and let herself go. What she wanted to know would flash in her mind without asking.

She is not Wu Tangkou, so even when she used to do things for others, she spoke like a normal person, and there was no abnormality.

A piece of red gauze flashed in her mind, and behind the red gauze was a girl's face looking at her and smiling strangely.

She opened her eyes in shock, with sweat dripping from her forehead.

The old lady's face suddenly became very ugly, her lips turned white and trembled slightly, "Chunman, help me up!"

Chunman stepped forward to help the old lady, and the old lady went to the table, grabbed a small handful of incense ash and packed it into a paper bag, and then left the room with Chunman's support.

Chunman asked curiously: "Old lady, miss, she is..."

The old lady sighed and said helplessly, "She's back."

(End of this chapter)