I happened to meet Qin Dafeng face to face when she was going upstairs.
Qin Dafeng looked more than ten years older, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, a hunched back, and a staggering gait.
She didn't see Siming's cotton jacket, or rather, her eyes were blank and her expression was numb, and she couldn't see anyone.
The cotton jacket stared at the foul, black air around her, tilted its head and said, "Bad luck."
Qin Dafeng was like a mad dog that suddenly went mad, baring his teeth and rushing towards the cotton jacket.
"Who are you calling unlucky? You're the one who's unlucky, you bitch. You're unlucky, you're a disaster, a jinx, I'll tear you apart."
Mianbao has been plagued by bad luck, and Qin Dafeng is very sensitive to words like "unlucky".
As soon as Mian'ao raised his little fist, Si Ming kicked him out, protecting Mian'ao and looking at Qin Dafeng coldly.
"You have been stained with a lot of bad luck. You will have continuous bad luck. At the very least, you may suffer minor illnesses or disasters, while at the worst, you may even die. Be careful."
"Let's go, girl." He held the cotton jacket tightly and strode away.
Qin Dafeng lay on the ground, digesting Siming's words for a long time.
When I looked up, I could no longer see the two of them.
He immediately got up and chased out, and saw two people at the gate.
"Don't go, stop and explain clearly, explain clearly, you are not allowed to leave..."
Qin Dafeng's voice was extremely sharp and shrill, and he looked crazy, causing everyone to stop.
Siming and Mian'ao also stopped and turned around to see Qin Dafeng rushing towards them.
Qin Dafeng grabbed Siming's sleeve tightly and asked with red eyes, "What do you mean? Did I harm my son? Did I implicate him?"
Siming frowned, not quite understanding what Qin Dafeng meant.
The cotton jacket said, "It's not you. It's the fat man's bad luck that has come to you. His bad luck also raised a delicious fish, and I ate it."
Qin Dafeng looked confused and didn't quite understand what cotton-padded jacket meant, but she firmly grasped the sleeve of cotton-padded jacket.
"You know, you can see that you can save my son, right?"
"Save my son, please save him. I'll do anything to save him. Please..."
Qin Dafeng bent his legs, knelt down, and kowtowed to the two men. Blood appeared after just two or three kowtows.
With his disheveled white hair, grim and crazy expression, and blood all over his face, he always makes people feel moved.
Qin Dafeng is a cruel and vicious person, but he truly loves his son.
The people around couldn't bear to see this and persuaded Mian'ao Siming that if he really knew something, he should help if he could, and if not, he should just give it a try.
Sima Ming didn't realize that the bad luck on Qin Dafeng came from Mian Bao.
But I believe in cotton-padded jackets.
I'm really curious about how bad the bad luck of cotton treasure is to make the people around him so unlucky.
Without any persuasion, he would agree to go and have a look.
"Get up first and take us to see it. I can't guarantee whether it will work or not."
Qin Dafeng was overjoyed, completely ignoring his own injuries. He wiped his old face and smiled hopefully: "Okay, okay, look, let's go, I'll take you there, this way..."
Qin Dafeng, who had always been ferocious and vicious, became cautious and servile.
Mianbao lives next door to the three people from the Mian family. He looks as haggard and skinny as the three people from the Mian family.
However, Mianbao seemed to be wrapped in a dark cocoon, and the bad luck was so strong that it almost became substance.
But compared to the three members of the Mian family who seemed to be on the verge of death, Mian Bao did not seem to have been sentenced to death.
He should be able to live for quite some time, living in pain.
But the fat man from before is now just a pile of dead firewood, which makes people sigh inexplicably.
The cotton-padded jacket exclaimed in surprise: "The fat guy has turned into a little skeleton. What a bad luck!"
Qin Dafeng couldn't bear to hear these words, so she endured them again and again and didn't get angry at Mian'ao.
Siming carefully examined Mianbao's condition and raised an eyebrow in surprise: "He's taking the blame for someone else's misfortune? Who is so angry that he has brought about so many disasters?"
It's strange to say, but the resurrection of the dead like the cotton jacket is against the will of heaven. Even if it was done by a ghost, there should be some minor disasters.
But no.
Mian'ao looked at Si Ming's inquiring gaze blankly.
Siming smiled and rubbed the cotton-padded jacket's hairy head.
Qin Dafeng heard the key point and asked urgently, "So, someone deliberately harmed my son. Who is it? Who is so vicious to harm him?"
Beneath the ferocious face, there are a pair of vicious eyes. She really dares to tear the person who harmed Mianbao to pieces alive.
Siming shook his head: "I don't know who it is, but it must be a close blood relative who can use such a secret method of transfer."
"Perhaps you can look at the people around you, who should be unlucky but always manage to get through it safely."
"And during that time, your son happened to encounter a disaster for no apparent reason."
This is almost like saying the name directly.
The answer is self-evident when you look at the words "blood relatives".
Siming didn't say it explicitly. Firstly, he wanted the Mian family to understand it themselves, which would be more credible than if he said it directly. Secondly, the Mian family might have other blood relatives.
Qin Dafeng naturally knew whether there were other blood relatives.
Whether it was her Qin family or the Mian family, within three generations, except for the four of them, all the others were dead.
The rest, who are unknown, may be related by blood, but they cannot be called close blood relatives.
So, Mian Yi...
Qin Dafeng is not stupid. Mian Yi and Mian Ao are not on good terms. She does not rule out the possibility that Siming is lying and deliberately trying to sow discord between them, so she rarely remains rational and does not roar or shout for fighting or killing.
"What's the solution? What's the solution to save my son? Do you have any?"
Siming said: "The method is very simple. Find the magic weapon that person used to perform the ritual and destroy it. If you can't destroy it, you can come to me."
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