Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 165 The Ghost King's Beloved Wife's Unlucky Sister (46)

Unlike other children, the baby didn't cry or fuss. Instead, she put away the candy and went back to playing in the mud with the village chief's grandson.

Xu's mother hugged him for a long time before slowly letting go and smoothing out Xiong Bufan's clothes. "Third son has grown taller and more handsome. I'll have the head of the household take a few more pictures of you later."

Xiong Bufan: "Okay."

Xu's mother patted her forehead lightly, "Oh dear, I was so happy that I forgot to let you come inside. Come on, come on, come inside."

"We've been tidying up for days." After saying that, Xu's mother pulled Xiong Bufan into the house.

Mr. Xu was not home at the time; he had gone to town to buy things to prepare a feast for the villagers who had come to help. Mrs. Xu was at home preparing side dishes.

The TV had just been repaired, and Xiong Bufan immediately lay down on the sofa to watch it. After four years, she really missed the TV.

When Xu's father returned from grocery shopping, he saw Xiong Bufan, walked over, and patted Xiong Bufan on the shoulder, saying, "You've grown taller and bigger."

A layer of white mist floated around Xiong Bufan, visible only to cultivators. He appeared much more composed, and if he stood still without speaking, one might mistake him for a reclusive master. However, if he spoke, his composure would be instantly shattered.

When the food at home ran out, Xiong Bufan took some money and went to town to buy some meat and other food, because he couldn't let himself go hungry, even if no one else was hungry.

After the village chief's grandson left, the baby stayed close to Xiong Bufan. At first, Xu's mother was worried that if she angered him, Xiong Bufan would hit the child. But in the end, she found that the baby was exceptionally well-behaved next to Xiong Bufan, and Xiong Bufan did not hit the baby. Only then did she gradually feel at ease.

The two got along very well. The baby would bring food, and Xiong Bufan would eat it. When Xiong Bufan ate half of his food, he would share some with the baby. Most of the time, the two of them would eat while watching TV. One of them had never been around TV before, and the other was bored. They had finally stopped cultivating and wanted to rest for a few days.

Although it was called summer vacation, it was actually only about twenty days long. Xiong Bufan stayed at home for ten days. When school was about to start, he went to Shanghai again, ate all of Xu Yaqin's living expenses, and finally swaggered away from Shanghai and returned to the dojo.

After packing their things and clearing the weeds from the cenotaph, Xu's parents continued their journey. The baby seemed to be born to repay a debt of gratitude, and no matter how bumpy the journey was, he never caught a cold or got sick.

University life was no different from his previous days, with academic classes and spiritual practice. However, the university taught more about interpersonal relationships and other things that were not very useful. Xiong Bufan was basically either in the library or on his way to complete missions.

He drifted through four years of university like this, barely managing to get his diploma. He only managed to pass by going to the teacher's office; otherwise, given his ability to score only 30 or 40 points in that subject, he would have had to repeat the year for many years.

The original owner's wish was completely fulfilled. Wang Youliang died, and since Xu's parents didn't provoke the great demon or the ghost king, they were naturally in no danger. Xiong Bufan also finished his university entrance exams and received his diploma.

The mission was completed. Kongkong pulled Xiong Bufan out of that world. Xiong Bufan had just finished drawing a few talismans and was preparing to sell them for money when he suddenly collapsed on the table without warning and lost his breath. The talismans he had drawn on the table were also gone.

Xiong Bufan sat on the dragon throne, looking indignant. "Kongkong, do you know that the talismans I draw now are priceless?"

Kongkong agreed, saying, "I know that, Bufan, you've always been the best."

"Then why did you pull me back? Did you take my talisman?"

"I took them all, not a single one was missing."

Xiong Bufan felt a little relieved, but she was still a bit unhappy about being suddenly dragged out of the picture. She had finally made it through the tough times and could finally earn money easily, but it was all over. This world was full of suffering, and she hadn't enjoyed a single day of happiness.

Kongkong looked at Xiong Bufantara's bear face and tentatively asked, "Then should I put you back?"

"Forget it, let's get ready to go to the next world."

"it is good."

Xiong Bufan found something to eat in the space and went to bed. Kongkong breathed a sigh of relief; she was really afraid that Xiong Bufan would insist on returning to that world.

Xiong Bufan suddenly left the Taoist temple. The young Taoist boy who sold talismans saw Xiong Bufan lying face down on the table with a pale face. The talismans were gone. Xiong Bufan never slept while drawing talismans. He quickly checked his breathing and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Taoist Bufan has passed away! Someone come quickly!"

At the age of twenty-three, he was too young. Given the status that Xiong Bufan had earned in the dojo, anyone would say that he died young and that the heavens were jealous of his talent.

Xu Fenghua was still wearing that purple Taoist robe. The Taoist boys carried her out, and Zhu Yu started calling people who knew Xiong Bufan to inform them of the bad news. Everyone rushed to the Taoist temple within a year.

On the seventh day, a grand funeral was held for Xiong Bufan before he was buried, ending his short but brilliant life.

Mr. and Mrs. Xu wept uncontrollably in front of the coffin. It was unbearable for anyone to bury their child twice. The baby, who had grown taller by then, also knelt in front of the coffin and cried, mourning his fierce but never-hit-his-third sister.

The journey back to her hometown was too far, and Xu Fenghua's body could not be transported back, so it was left directly at the Taoist temple to be worshipped by the young Taoist disciples.

In fact, all Taoist priests in purple robes are suppressed after death. After all, if they accidentally become zombies, even the patriarch cannot suppress them. Cremation is considered as scattering ashes in traditional thought, so they can only be suppressed in the Taoist temple.

Xu Yaqin did not receive news of Xiong Bufan's death. She was filming on set at the time. The phone rang at her home phone, but she did not answer it. By the time she got home, a month had passed. She didn't pay much attention to the missed call and simply missed it.

After taking some of Xiong Bufan's frequently worn clothes, Xu's parents left the dojo, a place that had caused them so much sorrow.

Next to Xu Fenghua's cenotaph, another tombstone has been added, with the inscription "Tomb of my third son" written neatly on it.

Xiong Bufan slowly opened her eyes in bed, jumped off the bed and said to Kongkong, "Kongkong, let me see what happens next in that world." She had several people she couldn't let go of.

Kongkong turned on the big screen, and Xiong Bufan squatted beside it, watching their lives.

Xu's parents bought a house in the county town and settled down. The baby was studying in the county town. Every year during the Spring Festival and other holidays, they would make a special trip back to their hometown to visit Xu Fenghua and Xiong Bufan, offer some tributes and burn more paper money. However, they never expected that even after doing so many good deeds, they still could not escape the "five deficiencies and three lacks".

Xiong Bufan wasn't angry when he saw Xu Fenghua's cenotaph, but he curiously examined his own cenotaph. This was the first time he had ever looked directly at his own tombstone. Xiong Bufan always wanted to gild the tombstone, so that it would be worthy of her wealthy temperament.

Kong Kong thought about gilding the gray tombstone, but it was really hard to describe. He quickly shook his head and shook off the unrealistic idea. Gilding the tombstone? Xiong Bufan is really a genius. Is he afraid that the ghost will not have money to spend, so he will cut off the gold and sell it?