Qi Lechuan cried with pear blossoms and asked while crying, "Grandpa Rishan, people have fate, right?"

Zhang Rishan hurriedly wiped her tears. After finally calling him Grandpa, he still cried.

“Yes, they all have fate.”

Qi Lechuan felt even more aggrieved when he said this. He pointed to the tent beside him and cried, "He has no fate, how could he not..."

Zhang Rishan didn't understand the fate of fortune telling, so he could only coax him stiffly, "Does he have anything to do with you?"

Qi Lechuan was so angry that he was a five-year-old child after all. She gritted her teeth and was like a tantrum. "It's my business. Is there anyone who coaxes people like you? Stinky adjutant."

Well, he became a stinky adjutant again.

After a while, she was tired of crying and hugged in Zhang Rishan's arms and listened to his powerful heartbeat. She felt that she was still alive.

In the last life, she was a saint in the court for generations. Her name was also Qi Lechuan, but Le was homophone for Weiyue. Her grandfather was a Chinese master of the Chaozhou, and her ancestors were divine sects. She could hardly remember what happened to cause the chaos in Jiuzhou.

The smell of the bait today suddenly disturbed her thoughts, it was the smell of her brother...

Soon, the man in the tent next door had taken care of himself, wearing black clothes, and looked even thinner. Although he was wearing a hat, his exposed face was extremely gorgeous, and his blushing lips slightly pursed, which met her eyes from afar.

Qi Lechuan was stunned. His eyes were so similar. She murmured, "Brother... is my brother."

Zhang Rishan looked at her with disdain, "You are the only boy in Qi's family. Where did you get your brother? Don't look at the handsomeness of other parents, you just recognize your relatives."

The man stood in front of her, and Qi Lechuan's eyes were filled with tears again, "What's your name? Where are you living? Do you have brothers and sisters?"

The man opened his lips indifferently, "I can't remember it, I only know that my name is Zhang Qiling."

Zhang Qiling! Zhang Rishan opened his eyes widened. He was the senior of the Zhang family ancient building back then. Why... has come out? He was still used as bait in the hands of Chenpi.

Qi Lechuan burst into tears. Even if she was not her brother today, she would not admit it. She jumped out of Zhang Rishan's arms, reached out to hold Zhang Qiling's finger, lowered her head, suppressed her for a long time and said, "Brother."

Zhang Rishan was silent and shameless. He called him the eldest son of the Zhang family to brother. She grew up too fast in her generation, right?!

Zhang Qiling was confused and looked at Zhang Rishan, who looked away and said nothing.

Qi Lechuan calmed down and picked up the gossip compass again. He looked at Zhang Qiling with a smile, thinking in his heart, "What a fucking fate, she miscalculated this hexagram."

The child's eyes were red and swollen. At this moment, he laughed again. Zhang Rishan was speechless and could only watch her ask Zhang Qiling about her well-being.

Zhang Qiling would reply to her more or less, but she seemed to be a little happy.

Hurry footsteps came from outside the tent, and soon Hu Zihao's voice rang outside the tent, "Xiao Ba, the fourth grandfather is invited, our people are in some trouble."

Qi Lechuan was wearing a cloth bag on his back and went out in a good mood. Under the cover of the night, she could not see her swollen eyes.

Chen Pixin's long figure stood halfway up the mountain, and in the quiet night, you can still hear the singing of opera at the foot of the mountain.

"Fourth Grandpa, what's the matter with Lechuan?" She asked him with her hands behind her back with a weird look.

Chenpi raised her finger slightly and did not turn around. "A few people went down the mountain to listen to the opera, but they didn't stop him. I'm afraid this opera is strange."

The sound of the opera echoes in the empty mountains, as if it has the power to capture people's hearts.

Qi Lechuan's smile froze at the corner of her mouth. She was confused. She had obviously calculated that there was a disaster tonight and wanted to tell the fourth grandfather. Unexpectedly, she was happy and forgot about it.

She listened with her ears and listened to the sad love she sang today in which the lady fell in love with a poor scholar, but was unable to be together because of a good match, and finally both hanged themselves.

Her consciousness is stronger than that of ordinary people. After listening, her left ear goes in and out of her right ear, and she is completely unaffected.

"Tonight is the middle of July, and the Ghost Gate is open. This is a ghost drama, which is specially sings and listens to ghosts." Qi Lechuan said slowly.

Chen Pi held an old-fashioned telescope in her hand and saw from afar that there was not a single person in front of the stage, until the two buddies under him walked over and stood under him and were fascinated by watching.

"You take that person down." Chen Pi put down the telescope and looked down at her.

That person..., she knew that it was talking about Zhang Qiling. I am afraid that no one else could do this except her. Most people in the Nine Gates do not believe in this kind of folk trick, and only focus on tomb robbing.

She nodded obediently, "The Fourth Grandpa said Lechuan will definitely be done well."

Chen Pi curled her lips and smiled, "Grandpa naturally knows your ability, go quickly."

"Okay." She smiled and turned back to the account.

After turning around, the smile on his face also decreased a little. Unexpectedly, the disaster he calculated today was still his own, and he wanted to cry without tears.

When Zhang Rishan saw her come back to pack up his things, he asked, "What are you doing tonight?"

Zhang Qiling sat silently on the chair, and his eyes turned to her, as if he was silently asking her.

Qi Lechuan waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it. Today, I'll count this divination and make up my own body. I'm afraid I have to contact the Huai Village."

Zhang Rishan sat upright, and his hand peeling oranges stopped, "What happened?"

"Today in July 3, there are people saying that ghost dramas are singing. Huai Village is really wiping its butt with gauze, and it shows me a skill. This ghost drama is also a soul-stirring drama. This is a ghost drama for ghosts. How can a living person watch it?"

Qi Lechuan was long-winded and passed by Zhang Rishan and took away the orange from his hand, then grabbed Zhang Qiling's hand, "Go to listen to the opera together, brother?"

Zhang Qiling didn't move, but just spit out two words, "Don't go."

This made Zhang Rishan laugh, "Child, please, I'll go with you."

Zhang Qiling had no expression on his face, and she kicked him angrily, "I saved you today, why is it faster to turn against you than to read a book?" He looked at Zhang Rishan again, "Buddha said, your task is to protect me."

Finally, two tall figures went down the mountain with her.

Zhang Rishan asked again, "Why don't you let your brother carry you?"

Zhang Qiling was silent on the side and walked steadily.

Qi Lechuan lay on Zhang Rishan's back and stuffed a talisman paper into his pocket, which was very leisurely.

"Adminton, you have a lot of words."

Zhang Rishan: "..." OK, he understands.

Halfway through, you could vaguely see many local villagers in front of the stage. Qi Lechuan calculated his fingers and tickled, "What's wrong, is it to lead everyone over. Is this going to slaughter the village?"

Zhang Rishan also looked up and saw that the bright stage in the night was indeed strange. However, he said, "Tu Village? The opera troupe invited by the villagers to assassinate himself? You can come out."

Qi Lechuan wrapped his arm around his neck and said coldly, "Baisuishan, I see, you want me to strangle you to death."

Zhang Rishan shut up.
Chapter completed!