Chapter 60: The little bubble hints at the three people's impending death.

Qiao Qiao couldn't hold back this time, and tears streamed down her face.

She actually disliked crying. In her previous life, before she was strapped to the operating table, she had cried and begged in front of the Shen family...

But what good did it do? In the end, her organs were harvested, and she died such a tragic death.

So she knew better than anyone that crying was useless.

But... but.

When facing the Qiao family, she couldn't help but feel incredibly vulnerable. Sometimes she wanted to cry her heart out in front of them and tell them all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

But some kind of world law restricts her, forcing her to keep these things to herself.

Qiao Qiao burst into tears, and as she thought this, bubbles popped out on her forehead.

Grandma Qiao looked at it intently.

Then--

Her lips twitched.

He pulled again.

She saw a miniature version of her granddaughter inside the gray bubble, kneeling on the ground in front of an object covered with a white cloth, clutching a small handkerchief in her little hand, imitating those rural women crying and wailing.

There were also some puppets nearby, some holding suona horns, some holding gongs, some holding money... and other funeral musical instruments, making a great commotion.

What left her speechless was that the white cloth had three words written on it: He is dead.

"..." Grandma Qiao.

She watched it like a silent film.

But she soon realized something was wrong.

Connecting this to what her granddaughter had just said, her expression changed drastically, and she sat up stiffly.

He turned on the bedside lamp and asked Qiao Qiao, "You mean your dad is going to die?"

Qiao Qiao's movements were once again suppressed by the laws of the world, and she was unable to express herself.

But the little figure inside the bubble on her forehead was nodding frantically.

Then the scene vanished and transformed into another scene.

Inside, a little figure somehow produced two model trucks, one in each hand, and drove them from opposite directions, making "bang bang bang" noises as they crashed the two model trucks together!

Grandma Qiao's face suddenly turned deathly pale, losing all color.

She rubbed her forehead, feeling a slight headache return. She took a deep breath and continued, "Does my darling know which day it is?"

Qiao Qiao lowered her eyes.

Of course she remembers.

Qiao Changdong died on January 24, 1989.

She was brought back to the Shen family in October 1988.

On January 24, 1989, Qiao Changdong received a phone call from her saying she missed home. He drove over overnight, but died in a car accident on the way.

Grandma Qiao died on April 5, 1989.

She died on October 9, 1989.

Grandma Qiao looked at the small bubble on Qiao Qiao's forehead and saw three dates appear.

Each date was preceded by a small human head, which she tried hard to decipher.

Perhaps it was because the little head was so easy to recognize that she recognized it quickly.

They are a man's head, an old man's head, and a little girl's head.

How can there be three heads and three dates? Does it mean...?

It represents...

Grandma Qiao dared not think about it.

I felt dizzy and almost fainted.

"Grandma!" Qiao Qiao was unaware that the bubble on her forehead not only revealed the time of Qiao Changdong's death, but also the time of her and Grandma Qiao's death.

She thought that Grandma Qiao was only affected by Qiao Changdong's death.

Ignoring everything else, he grasped Grandma Qiao's large hand and began to channel his spiritual energy into her.

As the spiritual energy entered her body, Grandma Qiao's swollen and dizzy head instantly became clear.

She asked about each date one by one, following the instructions in the little bubbles.

But Qiao Qiao couldn't give her any response and could only look at her helplessly.

Grandma Qiao frowned, thinking of a possibility that Qiao Changdong had mentioned to her before.

She came from the old society and was far more superstitious than people today.

In the parlance of their time, Qiao Qiao's strange phenomena, especially the bubble on her head, could actually be described as some kind of precognitive ability.

But being a prophet comes at a price.

For example, most of those who practice divination are either deaf, mute, or blind, because they are the representatives of God and know some prophetic knowledge that ordinary people do not.

However, to prevent them from revealing too many secrets of heaven to ordinary people, the heavens will take back some of their abilities.

Let them either be deaf and mute or blind.

She felt that Qiao Qiao might be like that.

The turning point was when she kowtowed last time.

Grandma Qiao stopped asking her granddaughter questions, as she couldn't answer them or give her any feedback.

Instead, he picked Qiao Qiao up from the bed, opened the door, and went to the room where Qiao Changdong was sleeping.

As soon as he stepped outside, he saw Qiao Changdong and Meng Zhengcheng still sitting in the living room talking.

The two of them looked over when they saw Grandma Qiao carrying someone out.

Qiao Changdong stood up and asked with some concern, "Mom, what's wrong? Is our baby feeling unwell again?"

He reached out and touched the tears still on his daughter's face, then hugged her and tenderly touched her little cheek with his lips.

"Why are you crying? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qiao Qiao shook her head, rested her head on his shoulder, and her eyes began to sting again.

Grandma Qiao had already gone to get Meng Zihuan's homework book. On the yellowish-brown cover of the homework book, there was a big pig's head drawn on it, and on the top of the pig's head, there was a title written: Mom.

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