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

Chapter 900 Chance
This person is his mother, Mrs. Zhao.

In fact, when Chen Pi, who collected the corpse, mentioned that Zhao died on Huaiyou's bed, Xie Zhifei felt that something was wrong.

But at that time, Yan Sanhe was still alive and kicking like a normal person. Xie Zhifei had no idea that her life was borrowed, so he didn't think about it deeply.

And now...

Xie Zhifei slowly closed his eyes, and his thoughts returned to ten years ago again.

That night, Huaiyou had already fallen asleep. He woke up from peeing and saw that the lights in his parents' room were still on, but his father was standing alone in the yard.

The father and son didn't exchange a few words before there was movement in the front yard, and they left Haitang Courtyard one after another.

With Zhang Tianxing's skills, he should have discovered something happened in the front yard earlier than his father. At this time, he would only do one thing - quickly pick up the substitute who was staying nearby.

As a result, Huaiyou and Niang were the only two people left in the entire Haitang Courtyard.

Coincidentally, this day is his and Huaiyou's birthday.

Mother, are you thinking of killing because you miss your real daughter and hate the triad bird occupying the dove's nest?

Xie Zhifei opened his eyes, his eyes were so dark that no light could shine through.

It was the first time he heard that dead people had inner demons, and he found it incredible.

How could anyone in this world have such deep knots in their hearts that they become demons?What can't you let go of?
During the ten years he had been Third Master Xie, he thought he had emerged from the nightmare of the Zheng family, but he never thought that the cause of Huaiyou's death would make his nightmare worse again.

Seriously, there are some people and things that you can’t let go of for the rest of your life, and you can’t let them go.

After a few turns, Xie Zhifei came to Yan Sanhe's yard.

In the courtyard, four white lanterns were hung up at some point, illuminating the bluestone bricks in a miserable white color, which was indescribably eerie.

He stepped across the threshold and knelt down in front of the coffin.

She still had the same cold face, without any change, as if she was asleep. If you look closely, you can still see the corners of her mouth rising slightly.

Did you think of something good, so you raised your lips?

Xie Zhifei stretched out his finger and gently poked the corner of her mouth, just like every morning when he was a child, he waited for her to wake up, and then went to wake her up with his hands.

This girl sleeps straight and is very well-behaved. She shrinks under the quilt like a little kitten.

The only bad thing is that she likes to put her hands outside. It's okay when the weather is warm, but when the weather gets cold, her hands get cold too.

Xie Zhifei touched her hand.

The hands I used to have were small and soft, and there was a thin callus on the middle finger, which was gained from practicing calligraphy.

She always likes to talk about this thin callus, saying that it is very hard for her to just practice calligraphy by herself, and she also has to help him write. Look, the calluses are all written out.

Don't you just want to make him feel distressed?
He took her hand and blew hard twice: Does it still hurt?
Her dark eyes were full of soul, and she raised her lips and smiled: It doesn't hurt anymore.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhifei couldn't help but hold Yan Sanhe's hand a little harder: "Girl, you can't even remember these..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold breath came out from the little hand under his palm. Sensing something was wrong, Xie Zhifei quickly let go.

Unexpectedly, the hand seemed to be glued to it.

Not only that, Xie Zhifei's whole body seemed to be frozen by the cold air, and his body could not move.

Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, and a door suddenly opened in front of him. A huge suction force came from the door, and he was instantly plunged into darkness.

At the same time, the old monk who was meditating on the futon suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Not good!"

Xuyun beside him frowned: "Master, what's wrong?"

"He's in."

"Who?"

"Xie Zhifei!"

Xu Yun took a breath and immediately squatted in front of the old monk: "Come up, I will carry you."

The old monk threw himself on his back, "Quick!"

The master and apprentice rushed into the courtyard where Yan San lived together like flying. In front of the huge coffin, it was empty. There was no Xie Zhifei there.

The old monk landed on his feet, bit his finger without saying a word, and a bit of red emerged from his fingertips.

Xuyun opened Yan Sanhe's palm, revealing the jade pendant inside.

A drop of blood fell on the jade pendant and instantly dyed the jade pendant red.The old monk closed his eyes and recited several Sanskrit words. Suddenly, a white light suddenly appeared. In the white light, the door suddenly opened. Xie Zhifei folded his arms and squatted on the ground shivering.

The old monk reached out and pulled him hard. At the same time as he was pulled out, the door closed with a bang and the white light suddenly disappeared.

Li Buyan and others rushed over and were stunned when they saw the master and apprentice standing in front of the coffin. Aren't they meditating and taking a rest?

Li Buyan: "Master, why was it so bright in this courtyard just now?"

Zhu Qing: "Why did the bright light disappear in a flash?"

Ding Yi: "That's right, did you miss it?"

Huang Qi: "Why can it only flash but not thunder?"

Little Mr. Pei was the slowest to rush in. His eyes dropped and his face turned green, "Xie Fifty, why is there a layer of white frost on your body?"

At this time, Li Buyan and others discovered that the third master was holding the coffin with his hand, and his two rows of teeth were chattering with the cold.

As soon as Mr. Pei heard this voice, his green face suddenly turned black: "You, what are you doing, are you so cold?"

Xuyun: "He entered the underworld!"

"what?"

Little Mr. Pei almost knelt on the ground as his legs went weak.

This kid has entered the underworld?
How did he get in?
Little Master Pei raised his eyes and said, "Master, how can you treat one person favorably than another? Just now I said that I would enter the underworld, and you called me a fool. Now..."

Now he couldn't talk anymore.

Master Zenyue's face was three points whiter than the white frost on Xie Zhifei's body.

"You are always..."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk looked at Xie Zhifei, his eyes dark and sharp for a moment, "My child, your breath and your skin are hard-earned. Don't play with fire and burn yourself!"

Xie Zhifei looked dazed, as if he hadn't come back to his senses yet.

Pei Xiao's expression changed drastically.

Playing with fire?

I bet the old monk didn't favor one over the other. Did Xie Zhifei enter the underworld on his own?
How could he, he, he, he, he... enter the underworld?
Little Master Pei looked at Xie Zhifei and then at the person in the coffin. A chill came out of his feet for no reason. Could it be that he, like Yan Sanhe, is also...

"Little Master Pei?"

"Grandpa?"

Li Buyan and Huang Qi supported the shaky Pei Xiao on the left and right.

Pei Xiao shook off their hands and walked up to Xie Zhifei, his eyes fierce, "Tell me, are you hiding something from me?"

Anyone else would have been frightened by Pei Xiao's expression, but Xie Zhifei turned a blind eye.

Not only did he turn a blind eye, he also pushed Pei Xiao to the side, then bent his legs and knelt down in front of the old monk.

"Master, I, I saw it inside."

The air suddenly froze, and everyone's expressions became stiff, especially Pei Xiao, who began to shake again.

The old monk frowned: "What did you see?"

"Begonia Courtyard!"

Xie Zhifei said word by word: "There are also four people inside."

What?
Little Master Pei stumbled, but Li Buyan reached out to help him, and he sat down in the Grand Master's chair.

Just as Mr. Pei was about to say thank you, he saw from the corner of his eye that Xie Zhifei lowered his body and fell at the feet of the old monk, in a posture of prostrating himself on the ground.

"Master, I still want to go in."

Bodhisattva, what did he hear?
Little Master Pei's body was barely stable, but he began to shake again and again.

Chapter 907

(End of this chapter)