Chapter 117: A Slap in the Face
"Xiao Bo."
An old voice came from the wind.
Song Bo was stunned.
This voice sounds a little familiar!
I seem to have heard it somewhere.
Before he could react, he saw that Jiang Ci had not moved at all and was still standing on the coffin.
At this moment, she was looking down at him condescendingly.
Song Bo said angrily: "Get down quickly, ah——"
Bang!
This time it wasn't a stick, it felt like someone slapped him on the back of the head.
Jiang Ci's eyes were indifferent: "No need to hide, show yourself."
"Yes, sir."
As the words fell, Song Bo and Song Ran saw two ghostly figures, one tall and one short, emerge from the wind.
Gao was dressed in pale white, holding a mourning stick.
The shorter one was an old man with a white beard and wearing a Tang suit or funeral shroud. He was glaring at the father and daughter with an angry look on his face.
"Grandpa...Grandpa?" Song Bo thought he had seen it wrong and rubbed his eyes hard.
That's right.
Grandpa still stood there with a resentful look on his face.
Song Bo was dumbfounded: "Grandpa...really came back to life?"
"Hello, Lord Bai, hello, great-grandfather." Song Ran had seen ghosts before, so his face was still calm and he greeted the two of them politely.
Bai Wuchang smiled and said to Song Ran: "My Lord used the soul-summoning formation to bring your ancestors to the world of the living so quickly. You only have ten minutes at most. This is a gift from my Lord, so cherish it."
Song Ran bowed to Jiang Ci with gratitude.
Then he said to his father, "Dad, now you believe what I said before, right?"
She has mentioned Jiang Ci's greatness more than once.
But grandpa and father didn't believe it.
Now Jiang Cizhen has summoned his great-grandfather's soul back to the world of the living.
The soul of my great-grandfather is standing right in front of him, how can my father deny it?
Song Bo stood there in a daze, unable to utter a word, his face turning pale with fear.
He never expected that Jiang Ci really summoned his grandfather's soul.
He thought of how he and his father had previously been sarcastic and disdainful towards Jiang Ci.
He felt a chill on his back and an unprecedented panic surged in his heart.
What will be the consequences of offending a metaphysical master...
He could hardly imagine it!
"You unfilial descendant!" Grandfather Song rushed over and gave Song Bo a few big punches on the spot.
It was so loud with the sound of bang bang.
Soon Song Bo's face was swollen higher than Song Ran's, and it was dark blue.
"Mrs. Jiang was kind enough to help our family, but you actually questioned her? And you even dared to call the police to arrest her?" Grandfather Song scolded.
Who in the underworld doesn't know Jiang Ci's name?
Even Hades is polite to her.
The descendants of the Song family are nothing, and they actually act like the boss in front of her?
Isn't this just seeking death?
During the ten-minute reunion, Grandfather Song beat Song Bo for nine minutes.
He stopped only when there was one minute left.
Song Bo was beaten black and blue, and squatted on the ground crying with his head in his hands, "Grandpa, I really didn't know she was a real master of metaphysics. I thought she was a liar. How could I tolerate others digging up your grave..."
"How dare you say that!" Grandfather Song kicked him hard again, "What's wrong with Lady Jiang digging up my grave? Even if she wants to use my ashes to paste the wall, I have no objection!"
"Why don't you kneel down and apologize to Master Jiang!"
Song Bo didn't hesitate at all. He knelt down in front of Jiang Ci on the spot, and his head banged loudly.
"Master Jiang, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!"
"I am blind and I judge others by my own standards!"
"You are a tolerant Prime Minister. Don't bother with an ignorant kid like me."
"Master Jiang, please save the Song family. I am willing to give you all the property under my name!"
Song Ran also knelt down to her and pleaded, "I am also willing to give you all my property!"
Jiang Ci said lightly, "Can we open the coffin and do an autopsy?"
The two men and the ghost from the Song family nodded desperately: "Yes, yes, of course!"
"Master Jiang, it's a good thing that you found a female corpse pressing on me. No wonder I always felt weird in the underworld, as if there was a mountain pressing on me. I was planning to collect some money to send a dream to these unworthy descendants and check the graves. With you here, I feel relieved!"
Grandfather Song expressed his gratitude to Jiang Ci, and kicked Song Bo before leaving. "For the sake of Lord Jiang, the Song ancestors will no longer torture the living Song clan members, but you must be good people and accumulate more virtues first! Otherwise, even if our ancestors let you go, God will not let those who do evil go!"
"Grandpa, I understand..." Song Bo, a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, burst into tears. "Grandpa, I will burn more paper money for you in the future. If I need anything, please send me a dream."
Grandfather Song disappeared in the gloomy wind, cursing.
A minute before the wind died down.
Director Li and Section Chief Zhang held onto the tree trunk so they didn't get blown away.
"Chief Zhang, please think of a way to save them!" Director Li shouted with a changed expression.
Section Chief Zhang hugged the tree trunk tightly and sneered, "Who told you to dig up people's graves? The dead souls are unhappy! I can't calm them down."
As the two were talking, the cold wind suddenly stopped.
The dust settled, revealing three people in the eye of the storm.
I saw Jiang Ci still standing on the coffin.
Both the Song family father and daughter knelt in the pit, tears streaming down their faces.
Director Li and Section Chief Zhang walked closer and saw that Song Bo's face was covered with bruises and there was an obvious slap mark.
"Jiang Ci, you dare to hit someone?" Section Chief Zhang said in shock: "How could Jiangbei produce a wicked woman like you!"
"Shut up!" Song Bo stood up from the pit with the coffin, and shouted at Section Chief Zhang with a dark face: "Master Jiang didn't hit me."
Director Li was surprised and asked, "What's the wound on your face?"
"The wind was too strong! I fell down by myself!" Song Bo said confidently, "By the way, Director Li, I take back what I said just now about asking you to arrest Master Jiang!"
Section Chief Zhang frowned: "Master Jiang? What did she do that made you change your mind so quickly?"
There was such a strong wind just now that everyone was blown to the ground and covered in dust, except Jiang Ci, who was spotless.
Director Li looked at Jiang Ci in surprise and asked Song Bo uncertainly: "Mr. Song, are you sure you want to drop the charges against Jiang Ci?"
"Yes!" Song Bo nodded firmly, and then said: "Open the coffin and examine the body!"
Not only Director Li, but also Section Chief Zhang was shocked. "The strong wind just now clearly showed that your ancestors were angry. You still dared to listen to Jiang Ci and open the coffin for an autopsy. Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will take you away?"
Song Bo said with a dark face: "If you stop me again, my grandfather will come to take you down tonight."
Section Chief Zhang: “?”
Damn, my kindness is really taken for granted!
What on earth did Jiang Ci do to him?
Did she really summon the dead souls?
That's impossible. Once the dead soul enters the underworld, it is impossible for it to return to the world of the living unless it is reincarnated.
No matter how powerful a master of metaphysics is, he cannot bring the dead back to life.
Jiang Ci must have used some shameful means.
for example……
"Mr. Song, I'm Section Chief Zhang from the Spiritual Adjustment Bureau. If anyone dares to threaten you, you can tell me and I will do my best to help you." Section Chief Zhang handed Song Bo a business card and said proudly, "This business card represents multiple powers. I'm sure Director Li knows this."
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