Chapter 933 In Front of the Uncle's Grave (2)
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Uncle Shi died because of her, and her heart never stopped feeling guilty.
The bits and pieces of getting along with Uncle Shi are so vivid.
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Even though it was already dark, Yang Zimei missed her uncle eagerly, so she warmed a pot of good wine, brought some exquisite cakes, and came to Yuzhenzi's grave with Zhenzi.
After a month of not coming, the graves are covered with grass.
Yang Zimei refused Sadako's help, and pulled out the weeds on the tomb by herself, then knelt in front of his uncle's grave, poured a glass of wine, poured it on the grave, and muttered to his uncle. A few words.
It's a pity that Shishu may have already gone to reincarnation, and she can't even see Shishu's ghost.
"Master, this is not a man."
Sadako suddenly screamed.
Yang Zimei turned around and headed towards the shed specially built for Meng Tianxiao.
On that day, in order to avenge her uncle, she learned from Empress Lu, cut off Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet and soaked them in a wine urn. She gave him a thousand-year-old ginseng that could hang his last breath, and asked him to guard the spirit of uncle here. , atonement, pain.
She got up hastily and found that the head on the wine urn turned out to be a wax head.
What about real people?
She frowned slightly, pinched her fingers, and found that Meng Tianxiao's breath was already in the distance, maybe not in the country.
Could it be that he was rescued by his junior brother Li Tangyi?
In order to prevent people from breaking into this place that day, Yang Zimei set up an evil formation. Ordinary people could not walk in and see Meng Tianxiao at all. Even Li Tangyi, who knew a little about magic, should not have this skill.
The formation here has no trace of being passive at all. If he can walk in and replace Meng Tianxiao, he must be a master.
When she thought that Meng Tianxiao was the one who killed her uncle, she was filled with righteous indignation and wished to take him out and torture him to death.
She looked at the realistic wax figure head, thought about it, and took out three silver needles. According to Meng Tianxiao's birth date, she recited a few words, and then the three needles directly pierced the Tiantan point of the wax figure.
As far away as the United States, Meng Tianxiao, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a prosthetic limb on his body, but his mental state was quite good, was chatting with the maid who was serving him when he suddenly felt a headache, as if countless needles were piercing him. It hurt so much that he almost rolled out.
The maid was shocked and hurriedly hugged him and asked, "Mr. Meng, what's the matter with you?"
"Go get a red cloth and cover my head."
Although Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet were gone, he still had the keen sense of physiognomist, feeling that the sudden headache should not be a disease, but a spell being cast, so he hurriedly shouted.
The maid didn't know where to find the red cloth, so she had to put a pair of red panties over Meng Tianxiao's head.
The pain in Meng Tianxiao's head gradually disappeared.
And Yang Zimei, who was in front of Yuzhenzi's grave, saw that the three trembling needles suddenly stopped beating, and he understood that Meng Tianxiao must have taken a method to break his own curse.
Because this distance is too far, breaking the spell is extremely simple.
If Meng Tianxiao was within a hundred miles, she would not have given him a chance to break the curse.
Yang Zimei didn't pull up the three silver needles either, and went back to his uncle's grave, knelt down and swore that he would bring Meng Tianxiao's head back to pay homage to his uncle again.
After leaving the uncle's tomb, Yang Zimei and Zhenzi went down the mountain.
The mountain road was winding, and the shadow of the soul was blurred. Not long after she left, Yu Zhenzi's grave stood a figure wearing a blue robe, followed by a black cat with red and green eyes...
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