Because it's all just wishful thinking, it's just for psychological comfort. How could it really bring bad luck?
Qiao Lian'er said, "Of course we won't let them be happy for long. We'll find a suitable opportunity to expose this."
Old Mrs. Qiao scolded Old Mr. Qiao with a stern face: "See? Don't always think about fighting and killing. Lian'er's method is called killing someone by destroying their spirit. It's much more effective than hitting them."
Old Man Joe: "......"
It seems he wasn't the one busy looking for something to deal with the Shen family.
Sigh, whatever. I've already taken the blame for so many things for my wife in this life. What's a few more? I'm not worried about having too many lice, and I'm not itchy about having too many debts.
The night was dark outside. Zhou the sorceress and her son, who was following behind, left.
Passing by the Qiao family's house, she felt a little guilty and quickened her pace.
The little doll she made had her son write down the names of all the Qiao family members on it, recited the most vicious curse, and then stuck needles into the paper.
The Qiao family members, both men and women, were as fierce as beasts. Although they didn't know what she had done, she still felt a chill in her heart.
Zhou, the sorceress, was walking too fast when she accidentally stumbled, kicked a stone, and fell to the ground.
"Ouch--"
She couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Her son, holding a torch, helped her up, frowning and scolding her in a low voice, "Mother, what are you worried about?"
Only the mother, son, and Old Lady Shen knew about this matter. The elders of the Shen family were kept in the dark, lest they couldn't keep their mouths shut and let it leak out.
"It's alright, I'm fine, son, let's go quickly," said Granny Zhou, patting the dust off her clothes.
"Oh, isn't this Granny Zhou? Be careful walking at night, lest you break your old bones. Or has Granny Zhou done something wrong and is feeling uneasy?" Old Mrs. Qiao said sarcastically from the courtyard.
When Zhou the fortune teller heard this, she got angry: "What bad things could I do for people? Calling back a soul is accumulating good karma."
Seeing how the Qiao family was targeting her, she felt no remorse whatsoever and felt that the Qiao family deserved to be cursed.
Zhou the fortune teller's son didn't want to get involved with the Qiao family, so he urged Zhou the fortune teller to leave quickly.
Old Mrs. Qiao snorted.
Once that matter comes to light, the Shen family will never let Zhou the witch off the hook. At that point, let them tear each other apart.
After 9 PM, the whole village fell silent, and those who had been working went to their tents to sleep.
Although they are rushing to meet the deadline, they will not disturb the villagers' rest.
Almost all of the Qiao family members had gone to sleep, leaving only Qiao Lian'er and Old Lady Qiao in the courtyard.
As August arrived (all months mentioned in the text are lunar months), the large osmanthus tree in the yard was covered with tiny, delicate flowers, their fragrance so rich and intense that it was almost overwhelming.
The grandfather and grandson sat under the osmanthus tree, chatting idly.
"Really? Back when Grandpa was pursuing Grandma, he used so many tricks!" Qiao Lian'er chuckled to herself.
"Yes, don't let your grandfather's old-fashioned appearance fool you. He was quite shrewd when he was young." Old Mrs. Qiao seemed lost in distant memories, her face a mixture of happiness and wistfulness.
Time waits for no one, we're all getting old.
Fusheng slipped into the courtyard, tucked something wrapped in cloth under his arm, beckoned to Qiao Lian'er, and ran into the main room.
Grandma Qiao patted Qiao Lian'er's hand: "Go ahead."
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