Chapter 382 Bloody Disaster
The old house next door soon became lively. The Deng family set up a tent outside the door and changed into mourning clothes.
The sounds of firecrackers and funeral music continued.
A coffin was placed on the large square in front of the old house, and villagers came and went to pay their respects and offer their gifts.
Deng Yuan and his wife stood at the door, one keeping accounts and the other taking the money.
According to the rules of their village, the minimum amount of gifts given at a funeral is no less than two hundred.
After handling this funeral, I can make some more money.
When there were no more people around, Deng Yuan's wife sighed.
"Tell me, shouldn't we stop what we're doing? We have several children at home. Will they suffer the same fate as us? We have to leave some roots behind."
The eldest brother has died and their new house has been built. They don’t need to do those things anymore and should just enjoy their life from now on.
Deng Yuan thought of the death of his eldest son and frowned.
"Okay, then I'll do as you say. I'll quit after I finish this last order."
"We still have three sons, they are the roots of our Deng family. Besides, the one in the cellar should have had a cub by the eldest brother. If we leave him with an heir, we will be doing our duty to the eldest brother."
Deng Yuan was about to say something when his wife immediately pulled him back.
He immediately shut his mouth.
At this time, a relative of the Deng family came up to the two of them and said,
"Alas, your eldest son's wife passed away just last month, and you didn't expect your eldest son to pass away this month too. Did your family attract some unclean creature? Do you want to ask a master to take a look?"
As he spoke, he deliberately lowered his voice.
"I heard that your eldest son was bitten to death by that thing? It's been several years since we've seen a Silkworm Ghost. It seems we should avoid going that way in the future."
Deng Yuan and his wife looked very sad.
"Yeah, it's a puffing ghost. It's also our eldest brother's bad luck that he ran into that thing."
Deng's relatives looked sympathetic.
"If you ask me, you should find a technician to take a look at it. Don't be reluctant to spend money."
Deng Yuan said gratefully:
"We understand. After the boss is buried, we'll ask someone knowledgeable to come and take a look."
After this relative left, Deng Yuan and his wife didn't take this matter to heart at all.
What master? They won’t spend that money.
If we hire someone who is really capable, he will be able to see their family situation clearly.
That won't work.
Besides, the boss has already died at the hands of Pusigui. No matter how big the grudge is, the other party should let it go.
Deng Yuan's wife suddenly remembered the celebrities she had met today and could not help but said:
"Those women are so beautiful, each one more beautiful than the other, with delicate skin and tender flesh. If they could be sold, wouldn't they make a fortune? They wouldn't have to worry about their next life."
When Deng Yuan heard this, his expression suddenly changed and he pulled her.
"What are you talking about? They're celebrities. If anything happens, the police will definitely investigate. Don't try anything shady."
Deng Yuan’s wife curled her lips, looking a bit sarcastic.
"I see. You're smart, that's all I'm saying."
She also knew who could be moved and who could not be moved.
If they weren't a little shrewd, how could the two of them have managed to save up enough to build such a new house without being discovered for so many years?
Deng Yuan:
"Okay, I know you have the idea. I'll entertain them here, and you go take some food to those celebrities. You can collect more money when they leave tomorrow."
When she heard the word money, Deng Yuan's wife became excited.
"I'm going now, you watch carefully."
When Deng Yuan's wife went to deliver dinner, she thought that these stars were not short of money, and she deliberately cried poor in front of the director and his group.
"These are just some home-cooked dishes, please don't be disgusted."
"If it weren't for the debt we've incurred from building a new house, and if it weren't for the fact that our eldest son and daughter-in-law are both dead, we would have bought some delicious food to entertain everyone. After all, we're all guests."
After hearing this, the director and others felt embarrassed to eat.
After all, they were living in such a miserable situation, yet we let them live in a new house and delivered meals to them.
Although this family is probably not good people.
The director thought about it, collected 500 yuan in cash and handed it to Deng Yuan’s wife.
"Big sister, please accept my condolences. This is a small token of our gratitude."
"And for accommodation fees, we will definitely not let you down tomorrow."
When Deng Yuan’s wife saw that it was only five hundred yuan, she curled her lips inwardly.
He's a big star, but he's so stingy.
So many people gave only 500 yuan.
"Oh, you are so polite."
As Deng Yuan’s wife said this, she put the five hundred yuan into her pocket.
The director then recalled what Fu Yang had said before, that Deng Yuan and his wife had done something sinful, and their son was suffering retribution. He could not help but say:
"By the way, big sister, your eldest son passed away. Did you invite a master to perform a ritual? We happen to have a celestial master in our program team who is very good at fortune-telling and physiognomy. Would you like to ask her to look at your family and perform a ritual to help his soul pass away?"
When Deng Yuan’s wife heard that there was a fortune teller in the program team, she immediately felt a little panicked.
She forced a smile and asked:
"Really? Which one is the Heavenly Master?"
The director looked at Fu Yang and said to her:
"It's Master Yan. She's very famous. I don't know how many people are lining up to see her."
Deng Yuan’s wife was very surprised when she saw that it was Fu Yang.
Isn’t this the most beautiful one a celebrity?
How did he become a fortune teller?
He's so young, he's probably a liar, I can't tell.
Thinking of this, she felt relieved.
"No thanks, Director. Thank you for your kindness. Our town has its own customs, so we won't bother Master Yan."
Fu Yang looked at Deng Yuan's wife and raised his eyebrows.
"You and your husband have committed too many sins. Tonight, there will be a bloody disaster. If you repent now and are willing to give away all your wealth, you may be able to save a life."
Deng Yuan’s wife frowned when she heard this.
What nonsense is this woman talking about?
Aren’t things like this what those charlatans often say?
She has lived for so many years, could she be fooled by just a few words?
"Master Yan, I don't know what you're talking about. We're just an ordinary family, honest and upright. We've never done anything wrong. If there really was a bloody disaster, it must be God's fault."
The program crew and netizens in the live broadcast room widened their eyes when they heard this.
Oh my god, she really dares to say that.
Do you still dare to speak ill of God?
Something is going to happen, something is definitely going to happen!
Deng Yuan’s wife didn’t believe Sister Yang’s words, but they all believed them.
After all, they had all seen Sister Yang's abilities with their own eyes, and even quite a few of the stubborn ones had been slapped in the face time and time again before.
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