Chapter 933: Before the uncle's grave (2)

The uncle died because of her, and her heart never stopped feeling guilty.
The bits and pieces of getting along with the uncle are so vivid.

Although it was getting dark, Yang Zimei missed Master Uncle's heart, so he warmed a pot of good wine, brought a few fine pastries, and came to Yumako's grave with Sadako.
Not a month has passed, the head of the grave is covered with grass.
Yang Zimei refused Zhenzi's help. He pulled out the weeds on the grave alone, and then kneeled in the grave of the uncle, poured a glass of wine, and poured it in front of the grave. For a while.
It is a pity that Uncle may have gone into reincarnation, and she could not even see the ghost of Uncle.
"Master, this is not human."
Sadako called out suddenly.
Yang Zimei turned back to the shed built for Meng Tianxiao.
On the same day, in order to avenge the uncle, after she learned Lu, she cut off Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet and soaked it in the wine boil, and gave him the thousand-year-old ginseng that can hold the last breath and let him guard the spirit of the uncle here. , Atonement, Pain.
She hurriedly got up and found that the head on the wine bark turned out to be a wax head.
Real people?
She frowned slightly, counting her fingers, and realized that Meng Tianxiao's breath was already far away, and she might not be at home.
Was it rescued by his teacher Li Tangyi?
In order to prevent someone from breaking into the place that day, Yang Zimei arranged a yin sha array. Ordinary people could not enter here to see Meng Tianxiao. Even Li Tangyi, who has a little knowledge of magic, should reasonably not have this skill.
The matrix method here has no trace of passiveness. If you can walk in and replace Meng Tianxiao, you must be a master.
The thought of Meng Tianxiao killed the uncle, she filled her with indignation and resentment that she could not help him out.
She looked at the realistic wax figure head and thought about it. She took out three silver needles, according to Meng Tianxiao's birthday character, missed a word, and then the three needles directly penetrated into the waxy figure's Tiantan acupoint.
As far away as the United States, sitting on a wheelchair, wearing a prosthetic body, but in a good state of mind, Meng Tianxiao, when chatting with the maid serving him, suddenly felt a headache, as if there were countless needles. The pain made him almost roll out.
The maid was shocked and hugged him in a hurry and asked, "Mr. Meng, what's wrong with you?"
"Hurry up and cover me with a red cloth."
Although Meng Tianxiao's hands and feet were gone, he still had the keen sense of the master, and felt that the sudden headache should not be a disease, but was cast by someone, and he hurriedly yelled.
The maid didn't know where to find the red cloth, so she had to put on a pair of red bottoms and cover Meng Tianxiao's head.
The pain on Meng Tianxiao's head gradually disappeared.
When Yang Zimei was in front of Yu Zhenzi's grave, he saw that the three trembling needles suddenly stopped beating, and then he understood that Meng Tianxiao should have taken a method to break the curse of his soul.
Because this distance is too far, breaking the spell is extremely simple.
If Meng Tianxiao was within a hundred miles, she would not have given him a chance to break the curse.
Yang Zimei did not pick up the three silver needles, went back to the uncle's grave and knelt down to swear that he would definitely bring Meng Tianxiao's head back to worship the uncle.
Leaving the uncle's grave, Yang Zimei and Zhenzi descended.
The mountain road was crooked, and the soul shadow was blurred. Soon after she left, a figure wearing a blue robe was standing in front of Yu Zhenzi's grave, followed by a black cat with red and green pupils at her feet ...