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Chapter 145 This little rain, what a poor child!

Sasha stared at the well-decorated three-story guesthouse in front of her, pouted angrily, and said, "Didn't the internet say that the couple had no money?"

"How can you build such a nice guesthouse if you don't have money? It must cost at least several hundred thousand."

Sikong Yan sighed, "Even things you see with your own eyes might be fake, let alone things done online. How many people know the truth, and how many people care, when it's all over the internet?"

They don't care about truth or falsehood, and they can even disregard the lives of others.

This is human nature.

"Humans are just more complicated than us flowers and plants."

Xu Qingling's gaze, however, fell upon the village.

In the village, most houses had their doors tightly closed. Of course, some houses had their doors quietly open, but they quickly closed them again, as if they were afraid of encountering something.

"After the village was trapped, these villagers probably couldn't get out either, right?" Xu Qingling asked.

This time it was Bian Dong who answered, "The village has been trapped for a week now. People are only allowed to enter but not leave, so the villagers can't get out either. However, they won't go hungry for the time being."

After all, they run a bed and breakfast, and every household currently has surplus food, so it shouldn't be a problem to sustain them for a while; the only problem is that they can't buy groceries.

In the past, every household would grow vegetables in front of or behind their houses.

But as the guesthouses opened and there were better ways to make money, the vegetables were naturally stopped.

After all, growing vegetables requires daily care and watering, which is quite hard work.

With easier ways to make money, nobody wants to do hard work anymore.

I wonder how many villagers regret not growing vegetables now, but they don't dare to complain. If they don't have vegetables, they'll just accept it. After all, their lives are more important than vegetables.

"Let's go, let's go into the Wang Family Inn."

As Xu Qingling and her group entered the guesthouse, the prying eyes that had been secretly opening the door disappeared.

"Is that another ghost-catching master?"

"I think so, but I don't know if they can..."

"I don't think it's a good idea even if we try. Those people are so young, some even have children. What kind of ability could they possibly have?"

"Are we going to be trapped in the village?"

Cai Qiujuan watched through the crack in the door as Xu Qingling and her group entered the Wang family's guesthouse. After closing the door, she went back inside to talk to her family.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. She should go find those people instead of trapping the whole village here. Is she afraid they'll escape, so she's trying to trap them and kill them one by one? Hopefully, after Xiaoyu kills those people, she'll spare the innocent ones."

As soon as Cai Qiujuan uttered these muttered words, it was unclear what she said that touched a nerve with her husband and son.

They immediately exploded.

"What nonsense are you spouting! That's a ghost, and it even killed someone. It should have been captured long ago, and its soul should have been scattered to the winds!"

"Yes, Dad is right. Master, you should take her away quickly."

Although the two spoke with great conviction, they lowered their voices as if afraid of being overheard by ghosts.

Cai Qiujuan is rather oblivious and thinks they're probably afraid of ghosts.

Speaking of ghosts, who isn't afraid of them?

"Why are you all so agitated? I was just saying." Besides, she didn't think she had said anything wrong.

This little fish is such a poor creature!

"What are you talking about? Aren't you afraid she'll come knocking on your door?" Ever since Wangjia Village was trapped, and everyone knew that Wang Xiaoyu was the one who had trapped them, almost every household kept their doors and windows tightly shut, day and night, afraid to discuss it, especially after Chen Chunlai's death, which made it even more taboo. Cai Qiujuan snorted; she really wasn't afraid.

"If you have never done anything wrong in your life, you will not be afraid of ghosts knocking at your door in the middle of the night."

"you."

Upon hearing Cai Qiujuan's words, her husband and son immediately turned red with anger and went back into their rooms one by one.

The old lady in the house, Cai Qiujuan's mother-in-law, stared at the two figures as they left, lost in thought.

"Mom, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you," Cai Qiujuan asked.

The old woman shook her head. "I've been a vegetarian lately. I'll go offer incense to the Bodhisattva first, and then copy some Buddhist scriptures."

Cai Qiujuan muttered, "Why has my mother-in-law been offering incense to the Buddha so frequently lately? She's so old, yet she's still copying Buddhist scriptures every day." Could it be that she thinks this will intimidate Wang Xiaoyu and prevent him from coming to her door?
But Cai Qiujuan felt that they hadn't done anything to wrong Wang Xiaoyu. The people who should be afraid were those who had done bad things. She hadn't done anything to wrong Wang Xiaoyu, so she wasn't afraid at all!

"I really hope that all those evil people will be punished."

"Sigh, I also hope that Xiaoyu can be reincarnated soon and have a good life in her next life."
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At this moment, Xu Qingling and her group had already entered the Wang family's guesthouse.

Wang Youqian and Chen Xiaolian didn't initially pay much attention to Xu Qingling and her group's arrival.

After all, although the village is now trapped by Wang Xiaoyu, there are still those who are not afraid of death and want to gain popularity who enter Wangjia Village and even want to stay in Wangjia's homestay.

At first, the two of them also mistook Xu Qingling and her group for these people.

However, after seeing how respectful the police and people from the metaphysical families had been to Xu Qingling and her group at the guesthouse, they knew that this group was no ordinary person, especially the girl in the blue dress who was in the lead.

His appearance and demeanor were awe-inspiring, making people afraid to look him directly in the eye.

The police officers who came earlier were surprised to find that their superior's superior's superior was also coming.

Now that Director Bian has arrived, they are all his underlings and must obey his orders.

The people from the metaphysical family treated Xu Qingling with even more respect than the police treated Bian Dong, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

This time, the metaphysical families included two prominent families: Tantai Sheng from the Tantai family and Nalan Shulan from the Nalan family, along with three affiliated smaller families, totaling five people.

They had seen Sikong Yan, the spokesperson for the gods.

That was the envoy of the Director of the Leave Department of Fengdu. Seeing Sikong Yan respectfully standing beside Xu Qingling, and seeing Xu Qingling's somewhat familiar face and aura, what else could they not understand?

They had all seen Director Xu's face on the day of the divine descent, and they never dared to forget it.

Now, she immediately recognized Xu Qingling.

Originally, they were worried about being trapped in Wangjia Village and unable to get out, but unexpectedly, Director Xu came.

So, is that red-clothed ghost really that troublesome this time?

Otherwise, why would Director Xu, such a big shot, come?

However, with the big shots here, they can finally relax.

Wang Youqian and Chen Xiaolian were such perceptive people; they immediately arranged rooms for Xu Qingling and her group.

"You all rest well, I'll go to the kitchen and ask the chef to make you something to eat," Chen Xiaolian said warmly.

Xu Qingling's gaze fell on Chen Xiaolian, who was slender with slightly yellow skin and a face full of sorrow, as if she could burst into tears at any moment.

A somber face—the typical image of a rural woman.

(End of this chapter)