Ma Linghua was not very clean, and after a busy morning, she still hadn't cooked anything, so she was getting angry.
After Huang Sanlang entered the room, he looked at the two paper figures lying on the window and felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt as if the two paper figures were staring at him.
Seeing Huang Sanlang standing so straight, Ma Linghua frowned. She could tell that Huang Sanlang carried a sinister aura.
"What brings you here?" Ma Linghua asked calmly, suppressing her anger.
Huang Sanlang could tell that she was in a bad mood, so he immediately got to the point: "Fairy, the land on your mountain has been taken over by a lynx with a higher level of cultivation than me. It is my incompetence that has led to this. I beg you, Fairy, to take action."
Ma Hehua, who had just woken up, heard these words as soon as she came out. Her eyes widened in anger, and she said furiously, "Damn it, you're seizing my land? You son of a bitch, you must be tired of living."
Now, all sleepiness vanished, and I immediately changed into my slippers.
Wearing socks with two holes in them, putting on his old-fashioned liberation shoes, and carrying a curved knife on his back, he was ready to set off.
Huang Sanlang lit a candle for the lynx. If the fairy maiden were to intervene, it might survive. But if Miss Lotus were to intervene, it's time to prepare for a feast!
Looking at her daughter's outfit, Ma Linghua nodded. "That's right. They're the ones who take advantage of others, not the other way around. That would be outrageous!"
"Wait," Ma Linghua called to her daughter who was about to leave.
"What's wrong, Mother?" Ma Hehua stood there, wondering if her mother wanted her to take action herself.
"Wait here, I'll go get you the Soul-Capturing Bell." As soon as she finished speaking, Ma Linghua went into her room.
Ma Hehua couldn't understand why she needed the Soul-Capturing Bell; she could have just gotten started!
Adding to her unease, the fox pelt she made last night wasn't quite right, and now some clueless person is trying to steal her land—she's just walking right into their trap!
Ma Linghua took out the Soul-Capturing Bell and instructed, "If you hit too hard, the beast will die, but everything has a soul. When that time comes, use the Soul-Suppressing Bell to suppress its soul, and then use your Dark Moon Scimitar to kill it again. Let's see who dares to covet my Ma family's land."
"Yes! I understand, Mother!" Ma Hehua carefully remembered her mother's words.
Huang Sanlang:……………………
That's fucking ruthless! Even grinding his bones to dust wouldn't be an exaggeration!
Ma Lihua nodded in agreement, completely agreeing with her grandmother's approach.
Huang Sanlang was in a bad mood. The three women of the Ma family were indeed ruthless. They were all from the same family, and each one of them was more formidable than the last.
"Mistress, let's go!" Ma Hehua said impatiently.
She couldn't wait to kill the thief who had taken over her land.
Mistress? What the hell is a mistress? But Huang Sanlang didn't dare to utter a sound and silently accepted the title. Resist? He'd be crushed to ashes. He still wanted to see the beauty of this world.
Not only did Ma Hehua walk with a powerful stride, but she also farted all the way. She had secretly eaten some soybeans that she had taken from the banquet in the middle of the night, and the farting just wouldn't stop.
Behind her, Huang Sanlang's eyelids rolled back in disgust, and he was foaming at the mouth. He lay on the ground for a while before he recovered.
Looking up, there was no sign of Ma Hehua. It stood up unsteadily and ran away miserably. This Miss Hehua's farts were even more smelly than those of weasels; it was simply outrageous.
As soon as Ma Hehua arrived at the vegetable garden, her eyes darted around like spotlights. Even in broad daylight, she didn't know if the lynx was still there, but she could clearly see that half of the vegetables in her garden were missing.
Enraged, she roared, "You damned beast, come out and die!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she started searching every corner of the vegetable garden. Unexpectedly, she stepped in a pile of excrement, and her face turned extremely ugly.
When Huang Sanlang arrived, he saw her on the verge of exploding, and she was staring at her liberation shoes with a gloomy expression.
Huang Sanlang immediately stepped forward and said, "Miss Lotus, I'll have my children and grandchildren wash these shoes for you. They'll be washed right away. When I used to manage this vegetable garden, there weren't these filthy things. These must have come from that lynx's den."
Even at this moment, Huang Sanlang did not forget to nitpick at Ma Hehua.
Sure enough, Ma Hehua wanted nothing more than to smash the lynx's head open right then and there.
As soon as he took off his shoes, the smell from his feet assaulted Huang Sanlang's senses, making it difficult for him to breathe, but he endured it.
Carrying Ma Hehua's liberation shoes, he headed towards the pond in the ravine, summoned his two offspring, and then ran away to vomit.
Ma Hehua sat on the rock, looking around, until Huang Sanlang brought her shoes back.
She nodded in satisfaction. Not bad, this mistress is really savvy.
The lynx was sleeping in a coffin in the neighboring cemetery. It was underground, so there was no sound at all. Moreover, they were nocturnal animals, so they would not go out during the day.
Helpless, Ma Hehua returned home full of resentment. She asked Huang Sanlang to keep watch and report to her as soon as he spotted the lynx.
When she got home, she found that her mother hadn't cooked dinner yet. There were vegetables, but no rice!
Looks like I'll have to pack my food and bring it back next time!
In the end, Ma Lihua couldn't stand it anymore. While her grandmother was still studying the flint, she lit the fire with a lighter, and smoke finally started billowing from the Ma family's chimney again.
They cooked at 1 p.m. and didn't eat until 4 p.m., so it was hard to tell if it was breakfast or dinner. But the three of them ate quickly, and the whole bag of meat and vegetables was gone in no time.
The three of them ate until their mouths were greasy and their bellies were round, finishing off the whole hazelnut bowl of rice.
The rosewood tree remains as beautiful and delicate as ever, and its large appetite hasn't made it any healthier.
"Lotus, go wash the dishes. I'm going down the mountain to buy some meat for Pear Blossom later. It's getting hotter and hotter. I wonder if it will be even hotter in the city in September," Ma Linghua said, somewhat annoyed.
Ma Hehua reluctantly stood up, her bulging belly making her look pregnant. Ma Lihua looked at her mother and couldn't understand it. She and her mother never had bloating after eating their fill, so why was her mother so different?
After eating and drinking her fill, Ma Lihua sat down to meditate. A faint golden light shone around her, but soon she opened her eyes.
Touching the water glass by the bedside, I took a big gulp of ginseng water. Damn it, meditating is too much of a strain on the body; it's better to lie flat.
After waking up from a nap, she planned to take a walk in the yard, and then she saw her mother pacing back and forth at the door.
Looking at the time on her watch, it was seven o'clock, and her mother was still waiting for news from Huang Sanlang.
The door was pushed open, and Ma Hehua's eyes lit up. But when she saw that it was her mother, the excited expression on her face immediately faded.
Around eight o'clock, all that could be heard was the incredibly loud sound of Ma Hehua swatting mosquitoes. Ma Lihua and her grandmother were still learning some ghost-catching techniques.
Persistence pays off; Huang Sanlang knocked on the Ma family's door at 8:30.
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