We haven’t seen each other for half a year. Xiao Tang has straight bangs and silver earrings. Although she is still a little girl, she is obviously more mature.

"Oh, I'm at home. Brother Xiang, come in quickly."

"Milk!"

"Milk! Look who's coming to our house!"

The old lady was sewing something in the room. She was stunned when she saw me, and then said, "It's you, young man."

The old lady wore reading glasses and had a kind face.

It’s unimaginable that she killed someone six months ago and chased me for several miles with a hoe. But that’s all over now, and I naturally won’t mention it in front of Xiao Tang.

"I just happened to be passing by and came to see if you are okay, ma'am?"

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br> "Haha, okay."

"Young man, if you have anything to do, just tell me, don't hide it."

I glanced at Xiao Tang.

The old lady immediately said, "Granddaughter, go and see if the water in the kitchen has boiled."

Seeing Xiao Tang going out, I quickly said, "Mom, your Guan Luoyin, can I try it again?"

"Oh, I want to try it again. So, it worked last time?"

"Auntie, I had a very strange dream last time. I did dream about some friends who had passed away, and I also dreamed about my parents."

"Haha, then it's working."

Grandma Xiao Tang smiled and shook her head and said, "Guan Luoyin has a time limit and can be used once every ten years. If you want to use it, I'm afraid you have to wait nine years."

I was stunned, I didn't expect there was a time limit.

Grandma Xiao Tang explained, "This is a rule. If the living can see the dead every day, then the order of the underworld will not be disrupted."

I thought about it and realized what the old lady said makes sense. There must be restraints in everything.

After getting up and saying goodbye, I went to the house of my previous grandmother, the old lady who was hit on the head by a slingshot, the deceased Grandma Xiaoyun.

She lost her granddaughter in her later years, and her mental state was very poor. Due to her identity, she now relies entirely on the support of the villagers.

Old Ya Po is already in her final years, skinny and skinny, and looks like a skeleton. It is estimated that she does not have many days left.

The old lady was very happy that I came to see her this time. She held my hand and asked me how I felt, which somewhat flattered me.

"Auntie, can you let me take a look at that old red cloth you used to wear?"

The old tooth woman nodded, she got down from the bed tremblingly, and helped me climb the wall and empty the cabinets.

Soon, I saw the old red cloth again.

My brows furrowed.

The content drawn with a black brush on the cloth is still the same.

A copper coin sword cut a snake into two halves.

The mirror that I climbed in July was weird and ancient. It was said that it was a pottery weapon used by ancient Nan Qiang wizards. The weird mirror was so hard that even the butterfly knife made of pure steel in the hand of the folding master could not be broken.

I frowned because I was thinking.

Does this painting remind me to use these copper coins to weave a copper coin sword? This can be used to deal with the mirror in Qiyue Climbing's hand.

It suddenly dawned on me. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I clenched my fists fiercely!
Chapter completed!