You Feng cried in grief.
Soon, crowds from all directions were swarming in, flashlights were flashing, and everyone was talking hotly.
No matter when and where, crowds of spectators are everywhere.
"Then young master... what should we do? The police are definitely coming." Tang Quan was extremely nervous, sweating on his forehead.
I closed my eyes and calmed down a little.
I was either scared or surprised.
Surprised that this "coincidence" happened.
"Uncle Tang, we just asked them about Qianqian. When we disagreed, they took action, and I took the initiative and shaved his head."
"It was the car that hit him."
"There are more than a dozen surveillance cameras on this road. It's clear what's going on." I said calmly.
Tang Quan seemed to have come to his senses and said in a daze: "Yes...it's that car."
He is much calmer.
Suddenly, a faint scent of yellow orchids entered my nose.
I turned my head sharply.
Behind him, there is a yellow orchid on the head of a dilapidated corridor beast.
My eyes scanned the river corridors at both ends, but I didn't see any ghosts...
Ghost is invisible and has no quality.
You can't see them just because you want to. Unless you have special destiny or eyes, you can only see them if they are willing to be seen, or if you have great hatred or blood relatives.
Old Qintou said that I had lost my companion's mind and it was difficult to tell the difference between human beings, gods, and ghosts, that's how it was.
And every ghost has something to entrust his soul to.
A hanging man's hemp rope, a miser's money, even a pair of embroidered shoes or a ring all have this effect.
I picked up the yellow orchid, stared at it for a moment, and then sighed: "Uncle Tang, go home."
Leave Fenghanxuan Street in the other direction.
The piercing whistle of the police siren passed us by.
Returning to Linqian Street, I placed Qianqian's photo on the mourning hall.
Tang Quan lit four incense sticks.
There are three gods and four ghosts, this is the most basic common sense.
He whispered towards the memorial tablet, roughly speaking, the beast who harmed her was punished. Originally, the young master planned to let him suffer for the rest of his life, but in the end, he was hit and killed by a car, which was an advantage for him.
The white smoke lingered continuously, and there was only the smell of incense and candles in the house, but the smell of yellow orchids disappeared.
"Master, tell me, when will Qianqian come back?" Tang Quan suddenly turned around and looked at me expectantly.
I was silent for a moment and replied: "It might be tonight, it might be tomorrow night, maybe she was by the river before. People and ghosts have different paths. If she still wants to see us, she will."
Tang Quan was stunned and said tentatively: "Can you please invite her again..."
"If she is already on her way to Chenghuang to cross the border and calls her back, maybe she won't be willing to leave. By then, she will become a lonely soul. Uncle Tang, do you understand what I mean?" I paused and then He said: "Last night, I recruited her because I was sure her resentment was still there."
Tang Quan was lost for a while, lowered his head and said, "I understand, young master."
He left the room.
I lay on the floor I had made last night as usual.
My heart is a little empty.
There are cobwebs in the corners of the ceiling, and spiders are dormant quietly.
Suddenly, a moth that was dangling in front of the tungsten lamp crashed into the net.
The spider quickly stepped forward and quickly wrapped it into a cocoon.
Drowsiness gradually came over me.
A dreamless night.
When I woke up the next day, the room was filled with sunlight.
It was very soft underneath me, and I was stunned for a moment before I realized that I was actually lying on the bed!
For the first moment, I frowned, and then I touched my pocket and found it was empty.
Huang Juelan disappeared.
Looking at Tang Qianqian's posthumous photo again, I felt a little sad and smiled.
I got up and went to the front room. The door was wide open. The sunlight drove away the strong smell of tobacco, alcohol and mold. There was porridge and side dishes on the table.
Tang Quan was basking in the sun outside the house. After seeing me, he stumbled in. His face was red from the sun, the dark circles under his eyes had faded a lot, and he was in high spirits!
"Master, please eat something first. I have something to say later." Tang Quan seemed to have made up his mind.
Last night by the river, Tang Quan was about to speak but stopped.
At this moment, he brought it up directly, which made me a little nervous.
Nodding, I sat down and ate vegetables and porridge.
Tang Quan sat in front of me, his eyes filled with memories.
After a moment, I put down the bowl and chopsticks.
"Master, have you heard of Mingfang?" Tang Quan asked tentatively.
I shook my head.
Tang Quan started talking.
I realized that the reason why no one knew what my parents did was because their money never came to light.
They dig tombs in the mountains and graves in the ground. However, they are not robbing ordinary tombs, but robbing corpses.
Thieves are also smart. They never prey on the poor, let alone modern people.
There are people in the underworld collecting corpses, and the prices vary depending on the degree of evil of the corpse.
The reason Tang Quan knew this was because he was responsible for delivering the "goods."
The last time my parents went out, when they came back, only one of the ten people who were traveling with them was left alive, and he became a madman!
They missed.
Some people supported this operation and suspected that my parents had done some trick. In fact, not only did they succeed, they also dug up a rare corpse.
My parents denied it, and when Qin Weizi told me that I was in great danger, they washed their hands of me.
As a result, the Luo family suffered a disaster. One of them died and the other disappeared.
Tang Quan paused and sighed: "I should be dead, otherwise I wouldn't have ignored you back then."
"Mingfang changes its address every three years, and I can't find it."
"Mr. Qin Weizi didn't tell you about Mingfang. He definitely didn't want you to interfere. Besides, I don't know who supported the operation back then. I only know that such a person exists."
"That's all I can tell you."
"You are the only one left in the Luo family, young master, forget it."
Tang Quan lit a cigarette, the sparks flickered and the smoke lingered.
It took me a long time to digest all the information sent by Tang Quan, and my thoughts were complicated.
I just thought that my parents were doing normal business and were killed by their enemies.
Unexpectedly, the reasons were complicated and complicated.
"Uncle Tang, I want to go for a walk." My voice was slightly hoarse.
"I'll accompany you." Tang Quan used his crutches to stand up.
"No need." I shook my head.
"Master, please don't think wildly, and don't be impulsive." Tang Quan persuaded him sincerely.
"No." I forced a smile.
Walk out of the Tang family.
In the middle of the afternoon, the smell of fireworks was strong in the street.
There is a vegetable market on the roadside. Farmers spread woven bags filled with fresh vegetables, and the aroma of sesame cake stalls overflows.
I walked in a hurry, lowered my head and walked away!
He didn't stop until his calves trembled and cramped.
He raised his head suddenly and stared straight at the sky.
At that moment, I felt top-heavy, as if my head had been hit hard by someone!
My eyes were filled with whiteness, and my consciousness was dull and blank for several seconds.
His vision gradually returned, and an unspeakable torment surged up.
Destiny, destiny was taken.
The engagement, the engagement was broken.
The revenge of killing his father and his mother, behind the weak information, revealed a danger that cannot be provoked.
The sky is clear and the sun is bright.
But I was like a ghost, wandering in the day.
Everything tells me I should throw in the towel! Just be a tortoise, hide your name, and find a place to live where no one knows you.
But then, am I still a human being?
If people are not human, what’s the point of living?
Since life is meaningless, people must die.
Why do you have to die cowardly, like a bedbug, instead of saying passionately and passionately that you will not be a human being unless you avenge this revenge?
Breathing, suddenly rapid.
That feeling of dejection and loss disappeared in an instant!
Yes, the Xu family broke the contract, and I didn't listen to Lao Qintou's last words.
If there is one more thing, why should it stop me? !
The surrounding environment is very unfamiliar. It is no longer near the Xingshui Street. There are many construction sites here. The road is quiet and there are no pedestrians.
I walked under a construction wall that was covered in water mist, and squatted down on the ground.
He took out something, which was a palm-sized, dark yellow wooden box.
After opening, there are two rows of grids, which contain rouge, makeup powder, black powder, eyebrow ink, flower tint, lip balm, forehead yellow...
There is also a series of small tools in the lid of the wooden box.
I took out a small brush and started cleaning the skin on my face.
