Chapter 291: Weasel Worships the Moon and Sends Chicken
As soon as Zican’s mother finished speaking, the comments in the live broadcast room became lively again.
[Haha, stealing chickens? This kid is quite interesting! ]
[Maybe he went to help someone with work. Children sometimes like to do strange things.]
[Host, please calculate, has this child really become a bad person? ]
Huo Qinghuang smiled faintly and asked, "How old is your son? Little boy... Children sometimes behave strangely, but it doesn't necessarily mean they have learned bad things.
Has your son behaved in any unusual way or said anything strange recently?"
Zican's mother slapped her forehead and said apologetically, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that my son is already ten years old. He has been a little strange recently, always acting mysterious and won't tell me when asked.
A few days ago, he brought back an old hen, saying it was a gift from someone else, but I always felt something was wrong. He is usually very well behaved, so why would he suddenly bring back a chicken? "
Huo Qinghuang nodded, a golden light flashed in her eyes, and after a moment she looked at Zican's mother with a strange look.
"Yes, is there something wrong?"
Zican's mother Zican's mother felt uneasy when she was looked at by Huo Qinghuang. She became nervous unconsciously and asked cautiously.
Huo Qinghuang retracted his gaze, coughed lightly, and said: "Your son... cough, he didn't actually run far after school every day, but went to the back of your house, where there was a nest of weasels. One night when your son got up at night, he saw the weasels worshiping the moon, and the weasels spoke and told your son to go back.
Your son thought they were magical and often went to observe them secretly.
As for the old hen, did you once lose two chicks from your home?
It was bitten to death by a naughty little weasel, and the weasel felt bad about it, so he got an old hen from somewhere and gave it to you as compensation."
In the end, Huo Qinghuang also felt that this was quite magical.
Weasels are generally very stingy, but this weasel not only never harms nearby residents, but it even knew to pay compensation when its own cubs killed two chicks.
It can be seen that he was a man of intelligence. If he had not died prematurely, he might have achieved something in the future.
Zican's mother was stunned when she heard this. Her mouth was wide open for a long time. "Yellow weasel? Worship the moon? And send a chicken? How is this possible?"
Huo Qinghuang smiled slightly, with a glimmer in his eyes: "Everything in the world has spirituality. Although the weasel is not a big monster, it has always had spirituality, and there are many people who have entered the Tao.
Your son has a connection with them, which is why he has gained their trust and gifts. However, this is something that ordinary people really cannot understand.”
The comments in the live broadcast room instantly exploded:
[Holy crap! A weasel worshipping the moon? Isn’t this just a legend? How could it be true?]
[This kid is so amazing! How can he be friends with a weasel? ]
[Is the anchor making up a story? This is too mysterious! ]
[I think what the host said makes sense, all things have spirits, and weasels are indeed very spiritual! ]
Some netizens thought this was very strange and directly forwarded it to the Internet, which immediately attracted a lot of onlookers.
In just a short moment, the number of people in Huo Qinghuang's live broadcast room skyrocketed to more than 300,000, and there was no sign of stopping.
Zican's mother still couldn't believe it, and stammered, "Then... will my son be in danger? I heard that weasels have bad tempers. What if he accidentally offends it?"
Huo Qinghuang shook her head and said firmly: “Your son has a connection with them, the weasels will not hurt him.
However, some things should be avoided. If your son often deals with weasels, it may affect his future destiny.
You can have a good talk with him, understand his thoughts, and guide him appropriately."
Zican's mother nodded repeatedly. Although she was still a little nervous, she felt a lot more at ease after hearing what Huo Qinghuang said.
"Thank you, host. I will definitely have a good chat with him when I get back."
"Hmm."
Huo Qinghuang nodded slightly, glanced across the live broadcast room, and said calmly: "You can leave now, the fourth winner will be connected quickly."
"Okay, okay. Thank you, host."
Zican’s mother expressed her gratitude again and then hung up the call.
As soon as she exited the connection, the fourth winner immediately connected to the live broadcast room.
The winner’s online name is “Lingling who sells sweet potatoes at Nanjing University” and she is a young girl in her early twenties.
She had a pretty face, but her face was pale, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes revealed deep anxiety.
After hurriedly swiping a Kuaiyin number, she finally spoke: "Anchor, my name is Lingling. I have been having nightmares at night recently. Every day I dream that there is a person whose face I can't see clearly sitting at the head of the bed and looking at me. When I wake up, I am covered in cold sweat and feel very scared.
I went to the hospital and the doctor said there was nothing wrong with me, but I still have nightmares every night. Can you help me?"
At the end of her speech, Lingling's lips trembled and she almost cried.
The barrage in the live broadcast room began to scroll again.
[Host, please help her check if there is something dirty following her? ]
[Perhaps it is because of too much pressure that causes mental tension and nightmares. ]
[Tsk, there aren't that many dirty things. Don't scare yourself.]
Huo Qinghuang looked at the girl on the screen, frowned, and asked, "Have you been to any special places recently, or got any strange things?"
Lingling frowned and tried to recall, "Let me think...some time ago, I went out to play with my classmates, but nothing special happened along the way. Ah, I remember it now."
Then, her face changed and she continued, “After I came back from outside, my mother came to see me and gave me a jade bracelet, saying it was passed down from my grandmother.
I was a little surprised at the time. According to my mother's usual style, shouldn't this thing be passed on to her future daughter-in-law? Why did she give it to me?
But this was the first time my mother gave me something on purpose, and I was so happy that I didn’t think much about it and just put it on. Since then, I’ve had nightmares every day. Could it really be related to this bracelet? "
As she spoke, she raised her wrist, revealing a emerald green jade bracelet.
The bracelet was translucent in color and shone with a warm luster under the light. One could tell at a glance that it was of great value.
Huo Qinghuang narrowed her eyes slightly, with golden light flowing in them. She stared at the jade bracelet for a moment and said slowly:
"The problem lies with this bracelet. This bracelet was not passed down from your grandmother to your mother and then passed on to you by your mother. It is a token of your mother's love as part of your betrothal gift."
"bride price?"
Lingling was stunned and didn't react for a moment, with confusion written all over her face.
"What do you mean by betrothal gift? I don't even have a partner, so where would the betrothal gift come from? And my mother never told me about this."
Huo Qinghuang looked calm, but her tone was solemn: "This is a betrothal gift for a ghost marriage. Your mother accepted this bracelet, which is equivalent to acknowledging this marriage.
The other party was a young man who had never married. His parents felt that their son would be lonely without a wife, so they wanted to find a young woman who had just died to perform a ghost marriage for their son.
His family spread the word through a gossip girl, and your mother found out about it, so she handed your photo over to him. As a result, he took a liking to you, and asked your family to send this bracelet as a betrothal gift.
Since you put on this bracelet, his ghost has haunted you, so you have nightmares every night."
After hearing this, Lingling's face turned pale instantly, and her voice trembled so much that she could hardly speak: "Ghost, ghost marriage? My mother arranged a ghost marriage for me? How is this possible! How could my mother agree to such a thing?!"
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