Chapter 258 Assassination

On the way back, I bought a rooster.

After I got home, I dug out the old snake's Tongren, cut the chicken's neck, poured it carefully with chicken blood, offered it again, offered incense and bowed before me.

The remaining chicken blood was put in a bottle so that the chicken would not be wasted. He took it to Bao Yuqin and asked her to stew it.

When Yang Xiaowen got off work, the chicken had been stewed, and Bao Yuqin brought four plates of stir-fries to her, so she could eat right away without having to cook any more.

But Yang Xiaowen was not very happy. After eating a few bites, she put down her chopsticks, looked at me and said, "It's the Chinese New Year and I have to go back to my hometown. My relatives there won't let me spend it alone in Jincheng."

I nodded, "Do you have any relatives back home?"

Yang Xiaowen said dullly: "Grandpa is here, and there are two uncles and an aunt. They don't interact with each other very much, and they