I was about to ask Lao Zhao to persuade my uncle to go back, but I saw my uncle looking down on the ground, picking up a small stone and holding it in his hand.
When my uncle stood up, Aunt Guan Jiajia grabbed the guardrail and wanted to stand up.
Such an action is very dangerous.
If you are not careful, you will fall down.
At this critical moment, my uncle raised his right hand, and the small stone in his hand flew towards Aunt Guan Jiajia.
With a pop, it hit the mole on Aunt Guan Jiajia's neck very accurately.
I didn't know Aunt Guan Jiajia's subsequent reaction at the time.
Because at this time.
Guan Jiajia's scream attracted my attention.
Along with this scream, Guan Jiajia suddenly fainted and fell to the ground.
I no longer paid attention to Aunt Guan Jiajia, so I rushed over and carried Guan Jiajia to a nearby shaded place.
Then he pinched her philtrum hard.
Guan Jiajia is wearing a white shirt, a translucent one.
The firm plumpness was looming like a mountain in the morning mist, and the skin was white, tender and smooth, which made my heart beat faster.
Soon.
Guan Jiajia finally woke up leisurely.
She opened her eyes and was surprised to see me, and asked: "Tang Haiming, why are you and me here?"
I told Guan Jiajia what happened just now.
Guan Jiajia put her right hand on the ground and wanted to stand up.
I quickly reached out to help her, and accidentally, my hand touched her firmness.
When a strange feeling came from the palm of my hand, I felt my cheeks burning. at the same time.
I was deeply worried that Guan Jiajia would mistakenly think that I did it on purpose and get angry at me in front of everyone.
In that case, I will be embarrassed and unable to step down.
Fortunately, Guan Jiajia didn't pay attention.
She was probably focused on her aunt.
When Guan Jiajia stood up, I followed her and turned my eyes to her aunt, only to see that her aunt had already come down from the guardrail of the bridge.
At this time, her eyes were clear and her behavior was normal.
Seeing that she had given up the idea of committing suicide, the onlookers dispersed.
Guan Jiajia rushed over, grabbed her aunt's hand, and cried to her aunt not to think too hard.
Her aunt smiled, as if nothing had happened, and told Guan Jiajia that she would not be overwhelmed.
Aunt Guan Jiajia suddenly changed so much.
I guess it was due to my uncle.
She must have woken up after her uncle hit Aunt Guan Jiajia on the mole on her neck.
Sure enough, my uncle walked over and said to Aunt Guan Jiajia seriously: "In the future, when you have trouble thinking, remember to rub the mole on your neck."
Aunt Guan Jiajia didn't see her uncle throwing stones at her just now.
She felt very strange to her uncle and looked at him blankly.
I pulled Guan Jiajia aside and told her in a low voice that it was my uncle who hit the mole on her aunt's neck with a small stone, and her aunt woke up.
The black mole on her aunt's neck is a suicide mole.
She must remind her aunt to remember her uncle's instructions, otherwise she will get into trouble.
The uncle didn't care at all whether Aunt Guan Jiajia listened to him.
After he finished explaining, he turned around and left.
Lao Zhao and I followed, and the three of us were silent along the way.
It wasn't until I got home that my uncle told me that the suicide mole on Aunt Guan Jiajia's neck was actually a mole of death.
After all, people with such moles tend to commit suicide.
And committing suicide is related to human life.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
I was stunned for quite a while after hearing this.
If that black mole is a fatal mole, wouldn’t Aunt Guan Jiajia be very dangerous?
I asked my uncle if the black mole on Aunt Guan Jiajia's neck was caused by the Yin Master of Baiguling.
My uncle shook his head and denied it.
He said that the mole on Guan Jiajia's neck was caused by the Yin Master of Baiguling, which was a more vicious triangular mole.
The two are different.
I was worried about the triangular lines between my uncle's eyebrows and wanted to talk to him about it.
But my uncle locked me in Menwei and went into the room to sleep.
I also felt sleepy, so I went back to my room to sleep in an uneasy mood.
This sleep.
My uncle and I slept until the next morning.
After breakfast, my uncle did not leave the stall.
Instead, he handed me a sharp knife about one decimeter long and asked me to turn on the gas stove to bake it.
I'm confused.
I asked my uncle what he was doing, but he didn't want to say anything.
He just told me to keep roasting it on the fire.
I stopped when he told me to stop.
This roasting lasted until about six o'clock in the evening.
My uncle took the sharp knife from my hand and wrapped it with a piece of tin foil.
The hot sharp knife made a beeping sound in the tinfoil, like peanuts being fried.
My uncle then asked me to call Xiao Zhangbo, Ma Weiguo and her aunt Guan Jiajia.
It dawned on me.
My uncle is planning to put moles on these people.
My uncle has reminded me many times that we mole-dotting people must not do any mole-dotting, otherwise we will be punished by death.
If my uncle gave these people some life moles, wouldn't they be in for something terrible?
I immediately burst into tears and asked my uncle not to put moles on them.
My uncle couldn't listen to me no matter what.
He told me earnestly that yesterday after Lao Zhao shouted that, he told his own fortune.
The result was a bad divination and his life span was about to end.
In this case, it is better to do good deeds and accumulate some karma before passing away.
I didn't accept this result no matter what, and cried and asked my uncle not to put moles on them.
Fortune telling is not necessarily accurate.
My uncle shook his head and smiled bitterly and said, "My child, if we fortune tellers don't even believe in fortune telling, then why are we still doing this business?
After all, everyone has to leave this world, uncle."
At this age, it’s not a pity to pass away.
Uncle, you don’t have much time.
Please call quickly.”
I cried for a long time before I reluctantly accepted this fact.
I kept wiping my tears and called Grandma Mu, Ma Weiguo, Guan Jiajia and others one by one.
Grandma Mu and Ma Weiguo were so happy that they cried when they learned that their uncle had agreed to give them moles.
Guan Jiajia was very surprised when she received my call.
When I told her the situation, she was silent for a long time and asked me in disbelief, was the mole on her aunt's neck really a mole?
I told her that her uncle would have hit the mole on her neck with a small stone yesterday.
Her aunt was probably dead long ago.
After hearing what I said very seriously, Guan Jiajia finally agreed to bring her aunt to my house and let her uncle do some mole spotting on her aunt.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Not long after the call was made, everyone arrived.
In addition to her grandson, Grandma Mu's son also came.
After her son developed triangular nevus, his body became very weak and his previous arrogance disappeared.
He believed that this was the triangular mole that brought him bad luck, and he wished that his uncle would remove the mole for him and his son.
In addition to himself, Ma Weiguo also brought a man with a triangular mole who was bitten by him.
Accompanying them was his father, Ma Junqiang.
When he saw my uncle and I, Ma Junqian bowed deeply.
Apologize to him for kidnapping us some time ago.
Guan Jiajia and her aunt were the last to arrive.
Guan Jiajia was wearing a milky white dress.
The exaggerated firmness and fullness made her lines very prominent.
In the past, I saw Guan Jiajia mostly in school uniforms.
She looks so beautiful dressed up like this today.
Because I was worried about my uncle's fate, I had no time to pay too much attention to her beauty.
After everyone arrived, my uncle asked them to wait in the living room.
He would do their moles one by one in his room, and I would be his assistant.
The first person to have his moles lit was little Zhangbo.
After my uncle let him in, he asked me to close the door.
I noticed that Xiao Zhangbo's face had completely turned dark, and his pair of dim eyes radiated a strange light.
There were many rope marks on his little hands and arms.
Needless to say, these marks must have been made by his grandmother who tied him with rope when he went crazy.
He was very weak at the moment and didn't even have the strength to walk.
After her grandma carried him to the door, he fell down as soon as he took out his right leg, and I had to carry him to my uncle.
Xiao Zhangbo had met his uncle before.
He was no stranger to his uncle and was not afraid.
He blinked feebly and looked at his uncle with a strange look.
I can't understand what meaning this look conveys.
My uncle was not in a hurry to touch up the mole, but just stared at Xiao Zhangbo's eyes without blinking.
The two of them stared at each other like this for about ten minutes before my uncle breathed a long sigh of relief and started to dot little Zhang Bo's moles
.
: