Chapter 95 It’s really not your fault this time
The war without gunpowder between Wuxie and Heixiazi lasted until Zhang Qiling and his team finished checking the vehicles, came to eat, and the parties involved came over.
We were all away from home and didn't bring any delicious food, just a bowl of hot clear soup noodles per person, plus ham, braised eggs, pickles and other things.
"Xiaohua is so particular. She eats so well even when she's out. It's almost the same as when I'm at home."
He remembered the last time Aning led the group, they drifted on the sea and ate fish every day, practically turning themselves into fish. And the time before that, his uncle led the group, and everyone had a pack of compressed biscuits and a sausage to fill their stomachs. Compared to that, Xiaohua's group was able to enjoy a mouthful of hot noodle soup, which was incredibly comfortable.
Wuxie sighed to Fatty Wang. Fatty Wang looked at the bowl of noodles in the man's hand, which had little oil on it, and looked at him with some confusion.
"Wu Xie, you call this eating well? What kind of life do you usually lead..."
He remembered that the second generation of the Wu family were all quite capable, and Wuxie was the only one in the third generation. Even if he was not given all the family property in the future, at least he would not be short of food.
Fatty Wang's voice was a little loud, and it immediately attracted the attention of several others.
Wuxie felt a little uncomfortable as he suddenly became the focus and was being stared at by everyone.
"Just... instant noodles, sausage, or something... I can cook, and eating out isn't cost-effective. Instant noodles are quick and easy, and they taste okay. What else can I eat if not instant noodles?"
As Wuxie spoke, he became more confident and righteous.
"Instant noodles are so unnutritious. You really need to learn how to cook for yourself, or get married soon."
Fatty Wang said to him while slurping his noodles.
Wuxie didn't expect the topic to suddenly turn to urging marriage, and could only smile awkwardly but politely.
"It's best to learn on your own, so that if you're left alone in the future and can't rely on others, you won't starve to death."
Xie Yuchen, who had been poisoned by Zhang Qiling's dark cuisine and later taught himself and ignited his cooking skills, spoke to Wuxie as someone who had experienced it.
"Not really..."
Wuxie smiled awkwardly, thinking that Jie Yuchen was exaggerating a bit. With more than a dozen snack shops just outside the house and takeout delivered to the door, could he really starve himself to death?
Xie Yuchen was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that Zhang Qiling had now been promoted to a master chef. Not only did his dishes taste delicious, but they also had a reasonable combination of nutrients, and his medicinal cuisine was even better...
Feeling that Wuxie was destined to never feel the suffering he had endured, Xie Yuchen showed a look of regret and instantly lost the motivation to speak.
After lunch and a short rest, the group prepared to continue their journey.
This time when getting on the bus, Xie Yuchen took the initiative to switch seats with Wuxie.
Wuxie held his backpack and sat next to Zhang Moyu in a depressed mood. He pouted, put his head on his backpack with drooping eyelids, and fiddled with the zipper head on the backpack with his fingers.
"What's wrong? You're usually quite cheerful, but why are you so listless now? Do you not want to sit next to me, or are you worried about something?"
Zhang Moyu saw Wuxie's look of "I don't know whether I should say something or not", and he almost said, "Come and ask me." He happened to have nothing to do, so he took the initiative to talk to him.
"Hey, Brother Mo, tell me...was it me who caused what happened between me and the little brother just now?"
Wuxie's voice was very soft, and even a little hoarse as if from sobbing in sadness, and his words carried a subtle hint of worry and melancholy.
He still remembers what Zhang Moyu said to him more than two years ago.
However, he hadn't encountered anything strange in the past two years, so he gradually forgot about it. He even once suspected that Zhang Moyu had seen it wrong.
Until February of this year, he insisted on following his uncle to the tomb, where he encountered a series of unscientific things such as female ghosts, blood corpses, nine-headed snakes and cypresses.
He originally thought it was a coincidence. The tomb was dangerous and had nothing to do with him.
However, in April, Aning invited him to the Xisha Undersea Tomb, where he met the Jinpo Sea Monkey Xiao Hanba again. At that time, he vaguely felt that his unlucky physique seemed to have become really weird.
Finally, not long ago, I was driving and encountered a ghost blocking the road. It was the young man who helped me escape danger.
As the old saying goes, do something once or twice, but never three times.
How can there be so many coincidences in the world?
These experiences, one after another, each more bizarre than the last, made Wuxie start to pay attention to what Zhang Moyu said at the beginning, that he was born with bad luck.
If this fate means he will always be unlucky, then it doesn't really matter.
Anyway, if he can't be killed, he will eventually get used to it... and then he will naturally let it go...
But if this fate involves other people, it will put friends and relatives around you in danger.
Wuxie would rather stay in Wushanju all his life, eating and waiting for death, and doing nothing. Even if he yearns for the colorful world outside, he must firmly restrain himself and never take a single step!
He would rather have air conditioning, WiFi and watermelon for his whole life than go out and harm other people!
The more Wuxie thought about it, the more pessimistic he became. He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes turned red.
The ghosts they encountered this time were not very good. If they encounter a powerful ghost king next time, the other party will invite them to the Yama Palace with a single move...
By then, he would have caused the fat guy and the others to die at a young age. After he died, how could he have the face to call them brothers?
And then there's Grandma, who already hadn't had a peaceful life for many years, and now she has a trouble-making grandson like him... And then there's his second and third uncles, who love him the most... And then there's his parents, who work away from home all year and whom he only sees a few times a year...
Zhang Moyu was thinking seriously about Wuxie's question, comparing in his mind who had the greatest "merit" in this ghost incident. Then, after a short while without replying, he noticed that Wuxie began to sob silently.
Zhang Moyu: “???”
What happened? Why is the child crying so hard?
Zhang Moyu was confused for a moment. Wuxie seemed to be crying pitifully. Should he comfort her?
But how to comfort her? The Zhang family's children rarely cry, and they certainly don't throw tantrums for no reason like Wuxie does.
In this situation, is it because Wuxie is too fragile, or is he sentimental, sensitive and overthinking?
After thinking for a while, Zhang Moyu saw that the other guys in the car were pretending to be blind and no one wanted to persuade Wuxie, so he ignored Wuxie's depressed mood with peace of mind and analyzed the cause of this ghost incident to him.
“Actually, I can’t really blame you for what happened this time.
Or rather, it's not all your fault. Everyone in your car, except for the head of my family, is responsible for this incident!"
Things like yin energy and evil spirits are not as simple as one plus one equals two.
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