Quick Transmigration: Fate Trading System

When Su Xin stunned home, she took a sip of water from the chair and felt very tired.

The tiredness came suddenly, without any sign at all, Su Xin shook her head and sucked her nose. She was just fine.

Fourteenth Lord, what happened to me?

Couldn't it be entangled by some ghost?

[Host, you have a cold. 】

Alas? ? ?

It's freezing cold. Although the original owner's physique is chilling, he is also very strong and has high immunity. How can he catch a cold? It's ridiculous, and she didn't go anywhere to spread love. It shouldn't be worth catching fish on the ice. She was wearing thick clothes.

[Your body has absorbed too much yin, and you should know that people and ghosts cannot get along for too long. Last night, in a very cold situation, you came out to meet a ghost without wearing a padded jacket ...]

It's strange not to catch a cold.

In the afternoon, I went to wash my face and felt that I could not breathe smoothly. I had a nasal congestion condition, cold sweat was on my forehead, and my whole body was shaking.

"What are you doing, sister?"

Tong Qing discovered Su Xin's condition very quickly. Su Xin's whole eggplant was beaten by frost.

"It's okay, I'll go back to sleep just fine."

Su Xin took off her clothes and shoes and lay on the bed. She was so overwhelmed that she felt better after waiting for herself to sweat.

Tong Qing ran to the kitchen to boil hot water for Su Xin. Mu Yi was not at Su Xin's home this afternoon. She greeted Su Xin and returned to her home, saying she was going to read a book.

She woke up until it was dark, at that time Mu Ying had returned. She was sitting next to Su Xin's bed, holding a bowl of white porridge.

"came back?"

Su Xin still has no spirit. Her condition has not improved, but has worsened, her voice has become hoarse and a little dull.

"Well, I've been back for a while. Aqing and I have had dinner. This is the white porridge I cooked for you. I don't think you can eat anything else."

There is no doctor in the village, and the clinic nearest to the village takes more than 20 minutes to walk, not to mention that it is impossible to go out now.

Muya used his hand to probe the temperature of Tan Suxin's forehead, and she developed a fever.

"Thank you."

When Su Xin hated herself when she was sick, she had no strength at all. She felt the cold clearly, but felt that the breath she exhaled was so hot, and the taste of alternating cold and hot was very uncomfortable.

Su Xin couldn't eat by herself, and her hands couldn't be lifted. The mule gave her a bite of white porridge. The porridge was very soft and waxy, and she sprinkled a little delicious dried radish.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Su Xin was in distress and wanted to sleep.

[Host, you have a fever. 】

Oh, talk to me later, I'm tired now.

His physical condition affected his mental condition. Su Xin was too tired to talk to the fourteenth.

Shishi wants to wait again. If she really reaches that critical point, Shishi will automatically use Su Xin's health value to treat her.

Mu Yan looked at the sleeping girl, her eyes seemed dim in the light of the dim light.

The cold fingers moved on the white face, from the corners of the eyebrows to the corners of the lips.

A kind of inexplicable feeling of wanting to be close, Muya was a little confused, she obviously should do another thing, but it was so delayed.

Su Xin felt like she was grilled on the fire, and turned over and over like a string of roasted meat, and then sprinkled with cumin and pepper to be eaten directly.

The less clear and murmured murmur rang in the room, and it was heard that the master was talking nonsense, and Muya looked at Su Xin's uncomfortably fast-fired look and frowned.

The slender and round fingertips accidentally slipped into the opening and closing lips. Su Xin felt that she seemed to contain something cool, a bit like a popsicle. In the case of a fire all around, it was too cold. Then, Su Xin couldn't wait to hold it back and not let it slip away.

Muyu looked at her fingers. Although the room was dark and there was no light, it did not prevent her from observing the person next to her, nor did she prevent her from clearly seeing her fingers in her mouth. The temperature there was high, as if she could burn her fingers, but it was moist and soft.

She felt that her finger was being manipulated carefully, that person was caressing like a treasure, neither **** nor kitsch, and the meaning revealed was very simple.

But the man who was lying on the bed seemed tired of this finger and stopped holding it tightly, but spit it out with his tongue anxiously, and said something vaguely.

The recent popsicles did not melt away, but instead became hot. Su Xin vomited displeasedly. She wanted something ice-cold.

Muya slowly raised her hand, and there was still a moist feeling on her fingertips, which was Su Xin's saliva.

Mu Yao's eyesight is very good. She watched the small transparent water drops slowly from her fingertips, flowing into the fingers, and then dripping between the palms.

Clogs have always disliked touching with others, let alone allowing others' saliva to stick to their own hands, but today they don't feel disgusted or disgusted when they are abnormal.

Put your palms together and you can't catch that little drop of water. It melts in the palms and clings to the palm prints.

Mu Yan changed her finger and clicked on Su Xin's eyebrow. The strands of black gas passed from Su Xin's eyebrows into Mu Yan's finger, but within a few seconds, Mu Yan took her finger back. She Pull the quilt, lie down and close your eyes.

Only the fingers and palms hanging on the quilt were still rubbing lightly.

fantastic.

When he got up the next day, Su Xin felt refreshed, as if yesterday's cold and fever was just an illusion. After washing, he drank a glass of water, and then had a breakfast. His life was beautiful.

Fourteen falsely accused Susin of last night and what he saw.

Su Xin thinks about it, maybe it was Mu Mu who cured her. The strands of black gas may be Yin, Mu Mu is not an ordinary person, but she is definitely not a ghost. Su Xin can still be sure of this. .

After all, they slept in the same bed for a few days. The person sleeping next to them has breathing, can eat with a heartbeat, and their hands are warm. How could it be a ghost, and there is a shadow in the clogs.

But Mu Yi should not be an ordinary person. If it is an ordinary person, how can she absorb those things from her body.

Fourteen actually did n’t tell Su Xin everything, but just told the key part about Su Xin. As for your host holding other people ’s fingers, you do n’t need to talk about it. Everyone is awkward. that's not good.

Su Xin is now placing Muxi on No. 1 alert position and Tong Xi as second.

Yang Cui should not be, Su Xin's intuition.

Another key issue is whether this array of eyes knows that it is the array of eyes. If that person does not know that he is the key to the village, then it is very difficult to do. If that person knows it, it may still be There will be some vulnerabilities, or some precautions will be taken, but if that person is completely unaware that he is an ordinary person, the strange things happening in this village have nothing to do with him, and no one can go out and it is not his business. The problem is even more difficult.

"Sister, how are you, I thought you were going to be sick for several days."

Tong Qing really doesn't like to see his sister's sick look. In his eyes, his elder sister should always be healthy and very healthy, very lively, and the elder sister who was very weak in bed would let He was very scared.

"Why, do you miss your elder sister lying on the bed for a few days?"

Su Xin joked and squeezed his younger brother Bai Nennen's face, Mrs. Xiaozheng was cute.

"How could it be, I hope you don't get sick for your whole life."

"Okay, then I hope you don't get sick for life."

The sisters and brothers blessed each other, a bit silly.

Within a few days, what my aunt said came true.

Yang Cui is dead.

It just snowed outside that day. It was the first snow this year. The snowflakes were rising, and it didn't take long for a layer to fall on the ground.

Yang Cui is the top pillar of the house. She is the leader of the work inside and outside the house, whether it is raising chickens, ducks or pigs, or going to the ground and taking care of the young and old.

Yang Cui is actually a very diligent housewife. In other seasons, she has to get up early every morning. After feeding the animals in the garden, she must start washing clothes, and then make breakfast. She does all the broken things. In winter, she can be more leisurely, but the matter of washing clothes is enough for her to work. Her reputation in the village is very good.

She is a typical housewife in the countryside. She likes gossip, likes to be lively, likes to quarrel, and cares about hard work, but she is also very hardworking and able to endure hardships. If it wasn't for Su Xin who heard Tong Manwen say Yang Cui had killed him, Su Xin could not believe It was such a village woman who would brutally kill her son with her own hands.

Yang Cui died in the well of his own house. That day, Tong He got up and yelled a few times that his wife didn't respond, but the other side of the bed was cold early, indicating that he had left.

When Tong He came out of the room and found that there was no breakfast and no one was washing the clothes at home, he found that something was wrong, because this was the first time in more than a decade.

Tonghe can't find it inside or outside, thinking that Yang Cui might have gone out. In this winter, after washing, Tonghe found that there was no water in his bucket, and he was going to get water in the well.

The water in the water is groundwater, and it will not freeze. Tonghe found that the well in his house was actually open, the bucket was still underneath, and frowned, and he planned to lift the bucket up.

He found that today's bucket is extremely heavy, even if it is full of water, it should not be this weight. Tong He lifted the bucket up, and the whole person was frightened.

The bucket was clearly not water, but a person. No, it should no longer be able to be called a person, just a deformed corpse.

The reason Tong He was able to recognize the corpse at first glance was his wife's twisted and deformed head. Yang Cui's expression was terrified, as if she was greatly frightened. She kept the posture of looking up to the sky, and her neck and head reached 90. Degrees of balance.

Tonghe turned her head to gag, but because she didn't eat, she couldn't spit out anything.

Although Yang Cui was a woman, she wasn't tall and big, but it was very difficult to be trapped in this small bucket, and the scene was disgusting.

Tonghe could n’t reach out and take out his wife ’s deformed corpse, because it was too difficult, she just got stuck in the bucket, there were not many and many, there was no gap, this is not a person who can do it at all Things.

If Yang Cui was tortured in such a pain, staying in a bucket with the students, and then being hung in the well, these things could not be moved. Tong He clearly remembers that when he slept last night, his wife was lying on her Next to him, but he didn't hear any sound when he felt dawn.

But Tonghe couldn't keep his wife's body in such a bucket all the time. He gently closed the eyes of his wife who had been sleeping in bed with him for more than ten years, and broke the bucket.

The corpse shrunk into a wrinkle, surrounded by blood.

The pungent blood smell and ugly body made Tonghe's eyes red.

He was not frightened or afraid, like a stone of silence. He knew that all this was retribution, and his revenge should come soon.

Watching your child die will make you die.

Tong Manwen's body is still in another room. The first seven have not yet been buried and cannot be buried.

Su Xin was the one who heard the news relatively early. After receiving the message, Su Xin quickly took the two to Yang Cui's house.

What's the matter, just dead son and wife again, everyone paid sympathy to Tonghe, and looked at the body covered with white cloth with strange eyes, not straight, like Only half looks.

"Tonghe, why did Tweeer die? Are you still fine the past two days? You still chat with me. What should I do today?"

It was an old widow who lived alone, named Tong Yubang, 40 or 50 years old, and had no son or husband. The husband took his son out to work a few years ago, was blinded by the flower world outside, and never returned. However, the son followed his dad. It was not a thing, and he also forgot his mother at home. Quan Dang himself had never stayed in this village.

Tong Yubang also came out of this village, but she did n’t have any money and did n’t understand what the outside world was like. She had thought about finding her husband and son, but she returned without success. She is a rural woman. Culture, and accent, no penny outside, want to do anything, others look down on her, Tong Yu bracelet had to return, waited from twenty to forty, because of the pressure in my heart, although It was forty or fifty years old, but it looked like he was in his fifties and looked sad.

She is usually lonely at home, and she likes to walk around and talk to other women. She has a good relationship with Yang Cui, and Tong Yubang often goes to help Yang Cui.

"Sister Jade Bracelet, don't ask."

Tong He sighed and shook his head.

"Well, how can you not ask, how could a living person die like this?"

Tong Yubang asked in surprise.

There were n’t many people in the room, just Su Xin and Tong Yubang.

Those who had visited before had already left, and expressed my condolences, then weirdly whispered away.

Su Xin asked Fourteen to describe to her what the corpse looks like under the white cloth, and Fourteen said that it was impossible to put a projection directly on her.

Su Xin was also frightened by the horror of the corpse. The death was so terrible that she was immature and made people want to vomit. It was more scary than those horror movies and ghost movies.

Su Xin took a deep breath, but her face was not obvious.

This should not be something people do, is it a ghost?

After all, no one can toss the body like this, as if it had been squeezed. There is no such tool in this village.

[From the same perspective as you. 】

Ghost made? Is it Tong Manwen?

It shouldn't be. When Tong Manwen left that day, it was absolutely impossible for him to go back to revenge his mother, and Tong Manwen said that Yang Cui had a powerful female ghost by her side. Was it that female ghost?

But isn't that female ghost and Yang Cui together? It doesn't make sense to cross the river and tear down the bridge. It doesn't make sense for Yang Cui to kill Tong Manwen.

Many things in this world do not seem to be causal, and there seems to be no need for special reasons, but there is no reason itself is a reason. There will be no love in the world for no reason, no hate for no reason, Yang Cui killed There must be some reason for the dead boy Manwen, so was the killing.

Yang Cui died, and another candidate was excluded.

This village seems to be trapped in any curse, people die one by one, but the people who died are those she thinks are irrelevant, that is, people who are not front-line. It does not help her mission, but brings more The mysteries and perplexities of these seem to be closely connected but not related. Is there anyone who is behind them, just like the confusion in this village, are they people? Is it a ghost?

Tong Yubang wanted to uncover the white cloth and take a look at the body underneath, but was stopped by Tong He.

"Tonghe, what do you mean? Although she is your wife, she is also my good sister. You do n’t have to tell me how she died, even if you die, it ’s too much to say. . "

Tong Yubang is not a cowardly woman. Her experience makes her inferior and sensitive, but her self-esteem does not allow herself to show these things. She looks very strong, but it is very easy to rely on others, just like her. Like Yang Cui.

"Sister, it's not that I won't let you see it. If you want to see it, just watch it, but you have to be mentally prepared."

There was a cigarette in Tonghe's ear. He picked up the cigarette and put it next to his mouth. He tried to smoke but couldn't light it. He sighed and put the cigarette back to the original place.

Tong Yubang looked at him with more doubts in his heart, without any hesitation, he lifted the white cloth down, then his eyes widened and he covered his mouth, so he did not scream.

The disgusting breath spread from the corpse, and those twisted limbs, if they did not look at their faces, Tong Yubang could not see at all that this was Yang Cui.

"This this……"

Tong Yubang's voice was so trembling that she couldn't even say a complete sentence. She looked very frightened. Don't open your eyes and don't want to look at the bodies again.

"He looked like this when I came together this morning. It wasn't done by anyone, it was all retribution. Sister, I just want you to see the love between you and my family, Yang Cui, do n’t tell this thing outside, I'll put her in another room later, and I won't let anyone see her again. "

Tong He knew that his wife was very face-saving, and if everyone saw her dead like this, she would definitely come to her ears in a dream.

"it is good."

Tong Yubang nodded her head. It still looked like she hadn't looked back. She looked at Tonghe with an incredible look and turned her head.

What is retribution, Tong Yubang doesn't believe in these things, she doesn't believe in Yunniang, she worships with everyone every year, but she doesn't believe in her heart.

If there is really karma in this world, her husband and son should have died.

"This is our family affairs, sister, you have seen it, she also knows your heart, you go."

"It's ridiculous. It's ridiculous."

But what can you do if you don't accept it calmly, even if you scream and yell, what can you change? People are dead, and they do n’t do it, they do dirty things.

Yeah, ridiculous.

"Ning girl, wouldn't you be right?"

"Of course, Uncle Tong, what about Brother Tongxi?"

"He's still resting in the room, he's not awake."

"So much has happened and he hasn't woken up yet?"

"I didn't tell him that his health wasn't good. Tweety always hurt her. If he knew she was dead and died so miserably, he would vomit blood and pass out. Her bones were too weak. I don't know. If you are so frightened, can you hold on? "

Tong rarely says so much. She usually does n’t talk very much. If she has to speak, she just jumps out one word at a time. Yang Cui always complains that he ca n’t speak. Now Yang Cui has gone, Tong He There were more words, but the person who wanted to hear was gone.

The news must be told, but when and how to tell it is another problem.

"Understand, Uncle Tong, you have to stand by, and you depend on you at home, as well as Brother Tongxi and Granny, you have to take care of it. If there is any inconvenience, please tell me, I can help Just help. "

"Attentive, uncle knows."

Su Xin met Tong Ling again when she was at the door. I do n’t know why. Su Xin always felt that Tong Ling seemed to be a bit stingier than a few days ago.

"Lingling, are you sick?"

"No, why do you ask that?"

"You look so ugly."

"It should be too cold."

Tong Ling coughed twice and rubbed her face.

"Take care of yourself."

"Uh-huh, I know that Uncle Tong's family died of two people in a few days, and I don't know what happened."

Tong Ling sighed and looked at the Tonghe family with sympathy in her eyes.

"Just go back after reading it, why do you cough, go home and cook some pear water for you."

Tong Ling her father hurriedly said, urging Tong Ling, the meaning of care overflowed in words.

"I see, eh."

Tong Ling frowned and went in.

When Su Xin was about to leave, she heard a special footstep coming from behind her. She looked back and said it was Tong Granny.

Granny Tong walked and shook, her expression was dull, she trembled and caught Su Xin's hand, Su Xin looked at her with some unknown.

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

"Tweety ... run ... run ..."

Tong Apo said vaguely, tears dripped from her wrinkled face.

"Aunt, are you sorry for Cui Yuner, don't cry anymore."

Su Xin took the sleeve to wipe the tears for Granny Tong,

Coaxed the elderly gently.

Tong Apo's feelings for Yang Cui should be very deep. After Tong Apo's dementia, Yang Cui didn't take the care of her busy life at all. Now she knows that something happened to Yang Cui and she was still reading her name.

"Run ... run ..."

"Grandma, what do you say?"

Su Xin could not hear clearly, and her voice was too vague.

Granny Tong suddenly stopped talking, closed her mouth, and slowly moved away.