"She got sick this time because she picked up something unclean. Did she pick up a quilt recently?"
Su Xuanxuan continued to ask.
"Is it cotton wool? Is it a quilt?"
It seems that my aunt knows more about family matters.
Su Xuanxuan nodded slightly: "Yes."
"I don't know if she picked it up. She said she bought it herself and it looked quite new. I didn't think much about it. Was she really picked up? Who would throw away such good cotton?" The aunt recalled the scene she saw that day. The quality of the bed cotton was indeed very good and very new, and it didn't look like something that others didn't want.
"That should be it. The quilt looks good, but it's actually something that a dead person has covered. There's a lot of ghost energy and resentment left on it, as well as a thick yin energy. These will corrode the human body, especially the elderly, whose yang energy is weak and they can't resist it at all."
Su Xuanxuan quickly explained the reason and could only sigh helplessly.
"It was actually covered by a dead person. How unlucky!"
The aunt frowned fiercely, looking disgusted.
"That's what I was saying. How could this old lady be willing to spend money on such a quilt? Besides, we don't need this much quilt at home. The quilts she covers herself with are all new and cost me a lot of money. She even went out to pick up quilts. Isn't this deliberately trying to piss me off to death?"
No matter what people say or how much they quarrel, the aunt is still very filial to the elderly.
"Ah, maybe my mom thought it was a waste to have this cotton wool, so she brought it back. She probably was afraid you would throw it away, so she said she bought it."
The uncle quickly found a reason for his mother.
Su Xuanxuan stretched out his index finger and shook it twice: "No."
"Did the grandmother know what the thing was used for? She even asked the person who threw the quilt, and he answered truthfully. She took the opportunity when the person left to quickly pull the quilt back."
Su Xuanxuan dropped another bomb.
Now the uncle was speechless. He had wanted to find an excuse for his mother, but he didn't expect that she didn't mind at all that it was covered by a dead person.
"Alas, what can we children do? She insisted on picking it up, and she insisted on hiding it. Is she feeling better now? Is she sick? How can she be so bold?"
My uncle was helpless as well. Having such a mother gave him a headache.
She could say that her family's financial situation was poor, that she had no money, or that her family members treated her harshly. These reasons were all plausible, but they weren't true.
"Is there any way to remedy this? Even though she's in her 70s, I still want her to live two more years."
My uncle's hair was almost burnt white. He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face hard twice.
"The method is very simple. Burn the quilt that the old lady covered herself with. Then open the window to let some air in and let the sunlight in. It's best to kill bacteria and spray some disinfectant."
"As for the old lady, get some sun and eat good food. She'll get better slowly, but I'd still advise her not to go out and pick up things. Some of these things are about metaphysics, and some are about fate. If she runs into a virus or something, the little money she picks up won't even cover her medical expenses."
There's nothing wrong with picking up bottles and cardboard to sell for money, but the key is to never pick up used items thrown away by others, as there are always some problems with them.
The two were very happy when they found a solution.
"When you get home later, take the quilt and burn it to prevent it from causing harm to others! Next time your mother picks up something, I have to tell her not to defend her. Otherwise, you come!"
The aunt's tone of voice became a little more severe. As a daughter-in-law, she was in a dilemma whether to say it or not.
My man is a taciturn person. He can't say a word even if he is hit with a stick.
"Um."
My uncle compromised and said that as long as my mother could be cured, she would never be allowed to pick up trash again.
After hanging up the live broadcast, the uncle hurried home, found an open space, and set the quilt on fire.
He didn't dare leave until the fire was finished.
The old lady on the hospital bed finally woke up and clamored for water and food.
But the daughter-in-law was still serving him.
Su Xuanxuan spoke earnestly to everyone in front of the camera.
"Everyone, please don't pick up things randomly in the future. We have seen many cases in our live broadcast room. The things you pick up outside may really have some mysterious things. From a scientific point of view, there are all kinds of bacteria and it is easy to get infectious diseases."
[Host, don't worry, you still treat us like three-year-old children.]
[Who's going to pick up trash? Picking up trash can make money, but I'm afraid of getting dirty, so I won't do it.]
[Raise your hand! If you're well off, don't go out and pick up trash. Leave those things for those who really can't make ends meet. This is also a way to give them a chance to survive. If you already have enough food and clothing, picking up trash is a bit unkind.]
In fact, picking up bottles and cardboard that can be sold for money is a way for the lowest class of people to survive. If you have already left this category and continue to do this, it will seem like you are leaving no way for others to survive.
The words may be rough, but the truth is there.
"Also, if the elderly in your family are sick, take them to the hospital for a checkup immediately. Some of these illnesses may not be caused by metaphysics, but may be genuine illnesses."
Su Xuanxuan reminded everyone that many diseases become more serious gradually because they are not taken seriously.
Some elderly people are also reluctant to practice medicine, and they turn a simple illness into a serious one.
The first divination ended quickly. Su Xuanxuan adjusted his seat and started the second divination with his mobile phone in hand.
A couple also appeared on the other side of the camera. Their age difference from the previous couple was not much, and they were also in their 40s.
But this aunt's cheeks were thin, her eyes were red and swollen, and she looked very haggard.
Especially the white hair on his head is particularly shocking.
The uncle next to her also had a sad face, with bloodshot eyes. He suppressed his sadness and put his hand on his wife's shoulder, silently comforting her.
"Excuse me...is there anything I can help you with?"
The first time Su Xuanxuan saw their faces, he immediately realized that this uncle and aunt had just experienced the pain of losing their daughter, which was why they looked like that.
"Hello, anchor."
"We do have some things we want to clarify, and we also want justice for our daughter!"
My aunt's voice was choked, as if she was extremely sad.
"Our daughter is gone. She committed suicide. My daughter would never do such a thing. She was such a well-behaved and cheerful person. How could she be so depressed as to commit suicide?"
Losing their daughter was a major blow to the couple, and they obviously haven't gotten over it yet.
"My condolences. If you need any help, please let me know."
Su Xuanxuan felt that he could help.
"Let me tell you."
The uncle next to him hesitated for a long time and finally spoke.
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