Chapter 157: Is the Newspaper as Good-Looking as Me?
With a frown on her face, she read the newspaper report about the overpass chain accident again.
The picture is still of the car accident scene, but it is not clear and nothing can be seen.
Ma Zichun got out of bed and put on his pants, while secretly glancing at Feng Zhibai. She really didn't peek at him, but was engrossed in reading the newspaper.
"What are you reading? Is the newspaper that interesting?"
After fastening his trousers, he looked up and his eyes fell on the newspaper.
It's still the same old section, no changes.
What's so good about it?
Closing the newspaper, she pulled out her phone. "Books contain both beautiful women and golden houses. Which of them isn't more beautiful than you?"
"hehe."
He laughed coldly and walked out: "I'm hungry, I'm going to eat something, do you want to come?"
"No, I'm lazy and don't want to move."
After rejecting Ma Zichun, she fell on the sofa.
As soon as Ma Zichun left, she felt sleepy, put down her phone and fell asleep in a daze.
I could still feel someone covering me with a blanket in my sleep.
When I woke up again, Chen Xiaodao, Lao Mi Tou and the others had already returned.
Rubbing her eyes, she yawned and tilted her neck to look out the door from the corner of the sofa.
Chen Xiaodao was talking to Lao Mi Tou.
Ma Zhang stood beside the two of them and just nodded.
Feeling Feng Zhibai's gaze, the three of them looked over at the same time and entered the house one after another.
"Hey, are you awake?"
Chen Xiaodao seemed to be in a good mood as he raised his voice happily.
Ma Zichun sat back on the bed and said with a hint of jealousy, "Everyone else is busy, but someone is sleeping like a pig."
"Hey, Master Ma, stop talking nonsense. What's wrong with my grandmother sleeping a little longer?"
Someone refers to a certain person.
It would be fine if you didn't say it explicitly, but if you said it explicitly, it would be clear.
Ma Zhang quickly gave his son a look, telling him not to talk nonsense!
These people are like living Buddhas now, and we cannot offend them.
Ma Zichun also hoped that they would save him, and wisely shut up.
Feng Zhibai looked at Chen Xiaodao with interest, who seemed to be behaving abnormally.
I never see him talk to me normally, why did he change his behavior today?
He gave Old Mi a look.
Lao Mitou spread his hands and said: Don’t ask me, I don’t know.
She lifted the blanket from her body, narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at Chen Xiaodao with a dangerous look.
Then he jumped up from the sofa, pointed his finger at him and shouted, "Tell me! Did you secretly take kickbacks from this old man without telling me?"
Feng Zhibai pointed at Ma Zhang without any hesitation and started calling him an old man.
Ma Zhang's face turned pale: "Miss Feng! Don't talk nonsense! I'm not an old man!"
"Shut up!"
With her eyes wide open, she yelled at Ma Zhang! Her hair was about to explode!
This was the first time Ma Zhang saw Feng Zhibai get angry!
His eyes were already big, and when he opened them wide, they looked like they were about to fall out. It was so scary.
Subconsciously covering his mouth, he silently stepped aside.
Chen Xiaodao grabbed Feng Zhibai's hand, looking panicked: "You, you, you, please don't say anything nonsense! I didn't take any kickbacks! Besides, the money went into your and Lao Mi's accounts, I didn't handle it."
"Um?"
With his hands on his hips, Feng Zhibai narrowed his eyes into a line: "Your eyes are evasive, your cheekbones are red, and the corners of your eyes are black. You are lying!"
Her voice was so low that it made people tremble with fear.
Chen Xiaodao's entire body went numb upon hearing her voice, his shoulders trembling. He dodged to her side, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and turned her towards the bedside. "Grandma, I will always be loyal to you! How could I possibly take kickbacks? I don't care about that little money. Stop talking now, and help me see if we need to prepare anything else."
Changed the subject.
Feng Zhibai's thoughts really followed his lead.
After taking a careful look, he had already forgotten about Chen Xiaodao taking kickbacks.
"Okay, just find a more open place to put it up."
Flipping her hair, she turned and looked at Ma Zhang: "Go prepare a basin of water. Use a copper or wooden basin, not a plastic one."
Ma Zhang wiped the sweat from his forehead and didn't dare to say anything else. He nodded and went out to prepare.
"Xiaomi, prepare an altar. Place a yellow cloth on the altar and arrange everything on the altar table. Light two candles and place them on either side of the altar table. Place a cauldron in the middle. Light three incense sticks in the cauldron to honor the gods. Mix cinnabar and chicken blood and set aside. Place talismans around the door and windows. It's getting late, so get ready."
It's already past six o'clock.
It was getting dark outside.
According to yesterday's midnight, the time for the person to descend tonight should be set at midnight when the yin energy is the heaviest.
"Okay, I'll get ready right away."
After hearing Feng Zhibai's words, Lao Mi went downstairs in a hurry.
"What should I do?"
Seeing that everyone had left, Ma Zichun pointed at himself and asked.
Chen Xiaodao clapped his hands in disdain: "You are so simple, just take off your clothes and sit in front of the altar."
"Ah? Taking off clothes again?"
"How can I help you remove the needles if you don't take off your clothes? You still have two needles on your chest and back."
"Can't I just not take off my clothes? Or I can just put on a veil to cover it..."
"Wear a veil to cover it? The young man is not very old, but he is playing quite perverted."
Looking up and down at Ma Zichun, Chen Xiaodao grabbed the pile of things on the bedside and went downstairs: "Stop talking nonsense, get over here quickly, you want to live and bargain."
After hearing what Chen Xiaodao said, he blushed.
Looking at Feng Zhibai with some resentment, he then lifted the quilt and followed him out.
Feng Zhibai, who was inexplicably hated, was somewhat confused about the resentment he had towards Ma Zichun.
"No, what does it have to do with me? I didn't ask you to take off the clothes, so why are you looking at me like that?"
Rolling her eyes, she habitually flicked her sleeves and walked out with her waist twisted.
The living room is bright, and all the things in the middle have been cleared away, leaving a large open space.
Old Mitou had a table brought out and set up the table according to Feng Zhibai's instructions.
Ma Zhang also brought out a copper basin filled with water from the kitchen.
"Miss Feng, where do you put this?"
Feng Zhibai found a convenient seat nearby and sat down.
"Put it behind the incense burner on the altar."
"OK."
He wiped his hands after placing the copper basin on the incense burner.
Old Mitou put his things in order: "Okay, is there anything else I need to prepare?"
Chen Xiaodao flipped through the yellow cloth bag and looked the altar over and over before saying, "It's almost done. Let's all take a break. Leave the rest to me."
He hooked his finger and gestured to Ma Zichun: "Come here."
He took out a small yellow cushion from the yellow cloth bag and threw it in front of the altar: "Sit cross-legged."
Ma Zichun looked at Ma Zhang uneasily.
Ma Zhang also felt sorry for his son, but now that things had come to this, he could only listen to Chen Xiaodao and the others.
"Master, just sit down if you are asked to."
He gestured to Ma Zichun to sit down, but he turned his head away with reluctance.
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