Han Qianling: "..."
His eyes swept across Luo Jiujiang's handsome face, lingering on his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He said sincerely, "If his wife looks like you, her life would be too unfortunate..."
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When Luo Jiujiang walked into Beixue Garden, the first thing he saw was white clouds flying all over the sky.
It was midsummer, so the white flakes dancing in the sky weren't falling snow. In fact, they were paper money scattered by the strong wind.
At that moment, even with Luo Jiujiang's temper, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
He had actually sneaked into the ancestral hall yesterday to look through the family tree. Luo Cang's blood relationship with the main line of the family was very distant, so the records about him were not very detailed. However, one thing was undeniable: he had a younger brother named Luo Jiang who had died long ago.
This was probably the reason why Luo Cang looked at him with that "eyes of visiting a grave".
Because of this feeling, Luo Jiujiang's impression of Luo Cang softened. He was usually unconcerned with small matters, but he was very firm in his principles. He would never deliberately step on someone's sore spot unless absolutely necessary.
Just like yesterday when Han Qianling was expelled in public, although Luo Jiujiang opposed Luo Cang, openly mocking him for being too self-sufficient and cursing him in his heart, from beginning to end, he had no intention of targeting Luo Cang's physical defect of lameness.
Even though he was filled with the smell of paper money and incense as soon as he entered the door, Luo Jiujiang just looked at him calmly and took a good look at Luo Cang, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a calm expression, bending over and adding paper money to the fire.
After throwing the last stack of paper money into the fire, Luo Cang stirred the flames, then turned around and said slowly to Luo Jiujiang, whose brows were slightly furrowed, "Why, do you think it's unlucky? Did it hit you?"
"No." Luo Jiujiang hesitated for a moment and said truthfully, "I just felt that it was noon, after all, and it wasn't very suitable for burning paper."
According to common myths, aren't ghosts afraid of sunlight? Burning paper in the middle of the day means you want the recipient to receive it, or do you not want them to?
Luo Jiujiang guessed that Luo Cang was burning paper for his brother... If that was the case, the way the paper was burned was a bit disturbing.
Luo Cang laughed dumbly. He shook his head, turning his wheelchair to make room. "Yesterday I promised to teach you to the best of my ability. I don't think much of apprenticeship rituals. If you're interested, you don't have to kneel down and offer tea. Just burn some paper for me in the underworld."
Luo Jiujiang had never considered becoming Luo Cang's disciple, but Luo Cang's words resonated with him. He happily walked over to the fire and, seeing a pot of wine nearby, grabbed it and spilled half of it on the ground.
"Brother Ghost, we didn't know each other before, but now that we've met, we're acquainted. I'll burn some paper money for you and offer you some light wine. If you're bored in the underworld, just come and chat with me. There's no need to be restricted to any time, noon or midnight. I'm a very curious person and I really want to hear about what happens in the underworld."
Shaking the wine jug in his hand, Luo Jiujiang took a sip from the spout: "My name is Luo Jiujiang, Brother Gui, please remember it."
He continued chatting away like a one-man show while burning the remaining paper money. Luo Cang's eyes remained glued to him all the while. Only when he finally bowed to the fire and stood up did Luo Cang let out a long breath.
"You're really not afraid."
Luo Jiujiang smiled slightly: "It's not that scary, he was a human being after all."
Hearing this answer, Luo Cang sneered, but said nothing more. He glanced at Luo Jiujiang's flushed cheeks and asked, "This wine is made from the finest apricot blossoms. It's very strong. Have you ever drunk wine before?"
"A little bit." Luo Jiujiang shook his head. He hadn't felt anything just now, but now that the alcohol was taking effect, he was feeling a bit dizzy. Feeling slightly unsteady, Luo Jiujiang simply sat down on the floor.
"Since you're already drunk, why not drink a little more?" Luo Cang brought over a few more wine jars from the corner and pushed one to Luo Jiujiang. "Wine is a good thing. Drink some with me."
The author has something to say: *1 "Ode to the West" by Shi Lingcheng
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It's almost over. After the final battle, the main story will be over~
So my little cuties, don't fatten up the ducks~
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Thanks to Feixing Chuanhen for the rocket launcher x1
Thanks for the mine x1
Thanks to Yuxi for the mine x1
Thanks to the narrow guest for the mine x1
Thanks to Suofengnongyue for the mine x1
Thanks to Kuanfen for the mine x1
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