The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 610 too small
It snowed in the capital for one day and two nights. Although it had stopped, there was still a thick layer on the ground.

On such a cold day, there were few people walking on the street, and in the evening, there was not even a soul to be seen.

At the end of the bluestone road, there was a black shadow slowly crawling on the ground.

It is said to be squirming, because the black figure only has thighs, not calves;
The two arms are quite strong, but unfortunately the palms are missing, exposing the bare wrists.

Stretch one wrist forward, follow with the other wrist, and move your body forward a little;
Stretching his wrist further forward, the other one followed, and he moved his body forward a little more, sweeping away the snow under his body, revealing the gray stone bricks.

Occasionally, a few passers-by who were returning home late saw him and walked around, covering their mouths and noses.

The cotton-padded jacket on this man's body exudes a stench, and there is yellow water dripping from his hair. He must have just crawled out of the dung heap.

The black shadow slowly climbed from one end of Baihuajing Lane to the other, then turned left and headed towards Sajin Lane.

Tired of climbing, the shadow simply lay down on the ground to rest for a while, burying his face in the snow, rubbing left and right.

Slowly, the stains on his face became less and less, revealing a pale face that had not seen the sun for many years.

The facial features on his face were very ordinary, except for a pair of frighteningly red eyes that seemed to bleed.

What is the end of Sprinkle Lane?
It's Qinglian Lane.

Cars were coming and going in Qinglian Lane. Many people heard the news and came from their homes in the cold to express their condolences to Master Zhu, the Qintian Supervisor, for his mother who had just passed away.

It's getting darker.

No one noticed that the black figure quietly climbed into Qinglian Lane again.

……

At the entrance of Zhu's Mansion, the white lanterns were blown to pieces by the wind.

Zhu Jing stood at the front door, holding fists and saluting the guests who came to express condolences, and then ordered the servants behind him to usher the guests in.

The accompanying coachman and boy were led to the shed behind the door to drink hot tea and eat some hot snacks.

In less than four months, there were three funerals in the Zhu Mansion.

The guests who came to express condolences did not express their condolences on their faces, but they were muttering in their hearts that Zhu Mansion must have revealed too many secrets and received retribution!

Slowly, carriages were already parked at the entrance of Zhu's Mansion.

In the midst of all the busyness, the black image, like a black ghost, was getting closer and closer to the Zhu family.

Getting closer!

Finally, he stopped beside a carriage, put his bare wrists on the ground, and struggled to sit up.

Except for his back, the clothes around him were soaked.

But he doesn't feel cold.

There was a burning anger in his chest, burning all his meridians, and even his blood was boiling hot.

how many years?

How many years has it been?

He finally made it to this day!
Maybe he was tired from climbing, so he sat leaning on the wheel for a while, then raised his right hand, reached behind his waist, and touched something.

His wrist rubbed the thing, and the thing rubbed his flesh again, moving in front of him bit by bit.

It's a fire pleat.

He lowered his head and took the fire pleat in his mouth, rubbing it on the wheel again and again.

In the electric light and flint, the folds of fire started to light up, and a certain moment deep in the memory was rekindled.

In the open fields, he was tied to a big tree, with rags stuffed in his mouth.

He struggled for dear life.

Useless.

They slowly approached him.

Then, a familiar voice sounded - it was the devil coming out of hell.

The devil said in the softest voice in the world: For my sake, please spare his life. Just chop off his four legs and make him mute.

He sat upright and stretched out his wrists to straighten his hair and clothes.

In the past, he was considered a decent person, so when he died, he had to die a decent death.

As soon as his mouth relaxed, fire wrinkles fell on his body.

Burn it!

The hotter the fire, the better. It would be best to burn this house down too, burn it all down.

In the light of the fire, someone strode towards him.The man picked him up and buried him in the snow.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo..."

His eyes were wide open and he was so anxious that he was about to burst into tears. He was struggling desperately, but he heard the man say to him in a very calm voice: "Taiwei, my third master wants to see you."

The heart stopped beating for a moment.

who are you?
Who is your third master?

Why do you know my name?
……

In the mourning hall.

The second master, Zhu Xuan, returned home with his wife and offered incense to Mrs. Mao.

When they knelt down and kowtowed, the son, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law and son-in-law of the host family kowtowed to them in return.

After paying their condolences, Zhu Xuangui and his wife retreated to the outside room, instead of going back to have tea, they found a deserted place to talk head to head.

Mrs. Zhang: "Yesterday, only a few people from the Military and Horse Division investigated her, and she left tonight. She won't commit suicide in fear of committing crime, right?"

Zhu Xuangui sighed: "Who knows."

Mrs. Zhang: "What crime would a woman commit?"

Zhu Xuangui: "It's hard to say."

Zhang's eyes rolled.

The Bingma Division asked the master about Aunt Fu; he asked her about the four younger siblings.

Is there any necessary connection between these two people?

Yes, I have.

One is the biological mother of the fourth brother, and the other is the first wife of the fourth brother. Could it be that...

"Did your fourth brother commit something?"

"fart!"

Zhu Xuangui glared at his wife fiercely: "My fourth brother is already lying in the coffin, what else can he do? Watch your mouth for me, don't chew other people's tongues behind your back all day long."

Mrs. Zhang curled her lips and thought to herself, what would happen if he lay down in the coffin?
There are also those who were laid in coffins and were taken out and whipped!

At this moment, the old steward hurriedly approached the yard, saluted the two of them, and then entered the mourning hall.

He squatted down next to Zhu Yuanmo and whispered: "Uncle, the Third Master just sent a message. I'll see Miss Yan in the other courtyard after midnight."

Today is Mao's first night, and according to the rules, the eldest son cannot even leave the mourning hall door.

Zhu Yuanmo's voice was hoarse from crying, and he asked, "Did the Third Master say anything?"

"People found."

Found Taiwei?
After a while, Zhu Yuanmo found his voice, "Go and tell Mr. San that I will be there on time."

"Yes!"

The other side of the coffin.

Xie Erli looked at the back of the old manager leaving in a hurry, then suddenly stood up and walked to Zhu Yuanmo's side.

Everyone was startled by him.

Xie Erli turned a blind eye, knelt beside Zhu Yuanmo, covered his mouth and asked, "What is the boss looking for?"

Zhu Yuanmo didn't hide anything from his brother-in-law either.

In addition to Miss Yan's relationship, the third master's brother-in-law also has a lot of reasons for his efforts.

"Taiwei has been found. Third Master asked me to go to another courtyard."

"I'll accompany you in a while."

Xie Erli looked at Zhu Yuanmo's surprised expression and his voice stiffened slightly.

"The mourning hall cannot be separated from people. Once you leave, the second and third brothers will be there to guard you. They also have to add incense and burn paper. It would be most appropriate for me to accompany you."

Without waiting for Zhu Yuanmo to respond, he said in a low voice: "It's all this point. If you use all your strength in one place, you will all die, and it will be her turn."

After saying that, Xie Erli stood up again and knelt back to his original position.

It happened that guests came to express their condolences and the family members needed to pay tribute. He lay on the ground in mourning clothes and bent his body in an arched arc.

Zhu Yuanmo's eyes suddenly turned red again.

(End of this chapter)