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Chapter 250 There are ghosts in the box (two in one month)(2/3)

"I guess you young people have a regular meal time, and it's getting late, so I'll go to the kitchen to prepare."

"I, a woman, don't say anything. Don't worry about it here. Just treat it as your own home. Don't be too embarrassed."

"Auntie, don't be so polite. We are all very familiar friends. Just deal with it at night." Su Beiqiao said to Zhang Cuirong while eating the dried potato in his hand.

"Yes, auntie, I've been disturbing so much. Although I can't cook, it's okay to go and help you." Shi Qian was about to stand up to help, and heard Zhang Cuirong say hurriedly.

"How can I do it? I'm so happy to visit my aunt's house. I'm not too late. Listen to my aunt, you are sitting here and chatting. Xiao Niu, if you have any questions, just call mom and entertain your friends well."

"I know, mom, go and do your business."

Hearing this, Zhang Cuirong smiled and went into the kitchen of the back room.

The face of whom, who is only forty, is full of wrinkles. It is impossible to compare with some noble ladies in the city, but it has the simplest smile.

Shi Qian unconsciously smiled faintly.

"Your mother is so enthusiastic. Look at this, you kid haven't come back for several years, right?" Su Beiqiao immediately said dissatisfied at Wang Xiaoniao when he saw his aunt leave.

"You don't know my situation. You are busy working and making money. I hope that when my mother is not old, she can buy a house in the city so that she can pick her up and leave this village where there are no more people."

Wang Xiaoniao's eyes were a little dim, not at all as relaxed and meaningless as when her mother was present just now.

I work in the city and rent a single room of more than ten square meters. I still share the rent with someone and pick up my mother. With his current ability, he still can't do it.

What's more, he never dared to tell his mother about the results of his diagnosis by the doctor.

After all, this kind of thing is the case with anyone who is a son.

"It's not that I don't want to come back, but that I don't have the face to come back."

Wang Xiaoniao's tone was a little low in this sentence.

Obviously he didn't want his mother who was preparing supper in the kitchen to hear that no one outside wanted his parents at home to know that they were not doing well.

Shi Qian sighed slightly in his heart.

He understands this feeling, why did he behave like that before traveling through time?

When Su Beiqiao heard Wang Xiaoniu's words, he was also a little silent.

He didn't know what to say.

Seeing that the atmosphere became strange, Wang Xiaoniao laughed.

"Haha, OK, OK, let's not talk about the sufferings of the people anymore. I haven't had a guest in my family for a long time, and there are no other hospitality. I'm sorry, Brother Shi Qian, Brother Beiqiao."

"We are not cheating on food and drinks, look at what you said." Wang Xiaoniao took the initiative to change the topic, and Su Beiqiao immediately took it over.

"By the way, when I came, I was in the car. You said that after your father passed away, all the relics from his life were placed in a small room, right?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little eased, Shi Qian also went straight to the point.

When he came, he asked in detail about Wang Xiaoniao's details about his grandfather before mentioning his father.

After all, Wang Xiaoniao had never seen his grandfather.

"Yes! My father mentioned it once before, but I didn't take it seriously when I was young. It seemed like it was a small item that his grandfather brought him when he was a child."

"But my father was too young at that time and regarded all the things as toys. After that, he told me that those toys seemed a bit weird and were sealed up after he remembered them."

“It has never been opened until I was born.”

"Now I know my grandfather's special situation, so I doubt whether those toys are also a bit special."

"After all, my father has no curse blood."

Wang Xiaoniao recalled his father carefully and mentioned those sealed toys only once. At that time, Wang Xiaoniao happened to be in elementary school and junior high school.

When I decided to go to the city for a day, my father said that I would not bring those things, stuff the toys into a box and place them in the back room.

Shi Qian and Su Beiqiao looked at each other.

"A weird toy?"

As he said that, Wang Xiaoniao stood up directly.

"Brother Qian, Brother Beiqiao, come with me."

The two of them immediately stood up and followed Wang Xiaoniao through the main hall to an open-air yard with a well in the center of the yard.

In the homes of farmers in Jishan District, each household has a well.

This is also the main source of water for the villagers here.

Because the village's tap water supply is sometimes not available.

There are some chickens and ducks raised by Zhang Cuirong in the yard, but the number is very small, and they are fighting for each other to eat.

The arrival of the three of them alarmed the chickens and ducks and ran around everywhere.

At this time, the sun was about to set. Through this sky, you can see that the mountain top in the distance had been dizzy with sunset and turned dark red.

Walk through the small yard.

Next to a broken field plowing machine is a low red brick house with windows sealed and the old wooden doors are pasted with Spring Festival couplets from last year, but the color has been faded by the wind and rain.

The wooden door is locked.

Wang Xiaoniu skillfully took out a worn key from the cloth shoes placed on the windowsill.

Shi Qian's heart slightly raised.

Although I can't feel anything unusual in this house.

But after all, there was something left by Wang Genshuo.

"Squeak..."

As Wang Xiaoniao gently pushed open the wooden door, the hinge that had not been moved for many years wailed.

The sunshine in the small yard suddenly fell into the dark room.

A smell of mold came to my face, accompanied by a little cold breath.

Shi Qian couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

Then his eyes narrowed.

A faint aura of evil spirit actually floated out.

The shadow under his feet immediately twisted and alert.

Su Beiqiao on the side trembled even more. He felt an extremely familiar smell, and even the mark on the wine glass on his forehead began to flash faintly!

The two except Shi Qian saw the furnishings in the room clearly with the light that shone in.

A single bed with a mosquito net rolled up is on the innermost side, and along the edge of the bed is a table with four drawers, with a rather old black TV with a sense of age.

On the other side of the table is a huge dark yellow wooden box.

There are some weird patterns on the box.

When Qian saw this pattern, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

This is very similar to the one on the curse door opened with Jin Xi's cat's eyes in the dungeon!

And the faint aura of evil that Shi Qian felt was also conveyed from the box!

Wang Xiaoniao didn't feel anything unusual, so she stepped into the room and turned on the hanging light bulb.

The room suddenly became brighter.

But there is still a different kind of coldness.

"This box is where my father kept the items my grandfather gave him."

Wang Xiaoniao walked towards the yellow box while opening his mouth towards Shi Qian and Su Beiqiao standing outside the door.

The box is not locked and has a semicircular handle.

Wang Xiaoniao came to the box.

You must open up your posture.

"etc!"

Shi Qian frowned and immediately stopped Wang Xiaoniao.

The latter was a little puzzled and stood upright, then looked at Shi Qian.

"What's wrong? Is there anything unusual about it?"

Shi Qian did not answer Wang Xiaoniao, but looked at Su Beiqiao, whose body was trembling.

"What did you feel?"

Only then did Wang Xiaoniao notice the change in Su Beiqiao's face and the glimmer of light flashing on his forehead.

"That's not Brother Beiqiao's evil spirit... I'm sorry, no!"

Wang Xiaoniao's expression changed from confusion to shock.

He didn't feel anything abnormal.
To be continued...
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