The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

Chapter 1 1. Die an unexpected death
  Biluo Ancient Town, No. 37 Scissor Lane, Shen Ji Tailoring.

The wind that poured into the room through the window cracks caused the hanging tungsten light bulbs to sway.

Agarwood took a two-inch long silver needle with her hand and sewed it into the collar of the satin fabric.

The clothes are still on the other person's body.

Without warning, the old man who was lying down suddenly sat up straight!

Chen Xiang was startled and took a breath of cold air.

A gust of wind caused the tungsten filament light bulb to sway violently, and the huge shadow caused by agarwood swayed in the small room, making people dizzy.

In the room, there was only one shadow.

The old man's eyes were dull, and he moved his legs to the side of the bed, without putting on his shoes, and got out of bed.

"Yueying." Chenxiang stopped the old man and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you still feel pain?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xiang stepped forward to the old man and stretched out his hand towards the old man's neck.

In the middle of the wrinkled skin of the throat, there was a slender and sharp silver needle inserted!
  Agarwood's hand was very steady, and she quickly twisted the tail of the needle and pulled it out.

The old man remained unmoved, leaving a black sesame eye on his neck with no trace of blood.

The older generation all say that when people are gone, you have to wear decent clothes to go out.

Chen Xiangyin sewed clothes for her and sent her on her last journey, but unexpectedly, she actually got up her body.

"He——" A hoarse mumble came from Shen Yueying's throat.

The black and purple swollen feet dragged on the floor, making a thumping sound, and the rickety back walked all the way outside.

It is natural to grow old and die, and refuse to live in peace. What can't she let go of?
  It's three o'clock in the morning. Biluo Ancient Town has been developed for tourism in the past two years. It's hard to say whether there will be tourists at night.

Chen Xiangyin followed Shen Yueying out first to find out.

After coming out of the tailor shop and walking through the narrow alley next to Scissor Alley, Chen Xiangyin heard the sound of men and women laughing in the distance, and her heart tightened.

She quickly passed Shen Yueying and blocked the entrance of the alley, just in time to bump into someone who was about to turn in.

"This road is blocked."

The short-built middle-aged man smelled of alcohol and could not stand firmly. He raised his chin and said to Agarwood: "Beauty, why don't you go home and be a roadblock here in the middle of the night?"

The girl next to her wearing a silver sequin skirt, with uncoordinated heavy makeup on her young face, advised the man: "Forget it, brother, we can go around, it's not far."

The man broke away from the girl's support unhappily and pushed him, "Is there anything else in Biluo Ancient Town that my brother Wang knows nothing about?"

Turning back to look at Chen Xiangyin, he looked like a rogue and raised his hands: "Come on, beauty, tell me, I have been in charge of this ancient town for six years, why didn't I know that this road is blocked?"

Agarwood frowned and raised her hand to cover the bottom of her nose to block the stench.

He moved his ears, and the sound of Shen Yueying's feet rubbing against the bluestone was getting closer and closer.

"Come here." Chen Xiangyin said.

The man licked his lips with great interest, "Huh? Could it be that you admire me and come here to strike up a conversation?"

He thought he was very handsome and walked in front of Chen Xiangyin, "Girl, you don't need to resort to tricks with your beauty, just..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiang pushed his knee and raised his hand to chop.

The man fell to the ground and fainted.

The girl next to her covered her mouth and wanted to scream.

"Don't scream!" Chen Xiang predicted with a cold voice, forcing the girl to choke the scream in her throat.

"You still won't leave? If you don't leave, I'll chop you up too."

It was obviously a soft whisper with a lingering sound, but the girl felt trembling all over. She stepped on her high heels and ran away without looking back.

She just couldn't run far when Agarwood felt a chill on her back and the hairs on her hair stood up.

Turning back, he was almost close to Shen Yueying's gray dead face.

The next second, Shen Yueying's shoulder was hit hard.

Chen Xiangyin continued to follow, all the way to Yanxing Lake a few hundred meters east of Biluo Ancient Town.

In the past, she and Shen Yueying often went to Yanhang Lake to have fun.

While thinking, Shen Yueying suddenly quickened her pace and walked straight towards the lake.

Chen Xiang was shocked and rushed forward. He reached around the back of his head and pulled off a piece of hair. He pulled Shen Yueying's wrist and wrapped it around her!
  The water is yin, and there is an underground river at the bottom of Yanxing Lake, which is a place for the corpses of evil spirits.

Does she want to become a ghost? !

Chen Xiangyin's hair was like a strong rope, exuding a faint purple halo, wrapped around Shen Yueying's wrist.

"He——" Shen Yueying was like an unenlightened beast, just struggling forward stiffly.

"Yueying!" Chen Xiangyin shouted, "Tell me! What else do you wish for?"

Shen Yueying seemed to understand, turning her head one by one, making a dry and indistinguishable sound in her throat, "You...accompany...me..."

"I...accompany you?"

What should I do with you? Will I die with you?

Shen Yueying died at the age of ninety. She was already in mourning. How could she be so resentful?

Chen Xiang leads Shen Yueying back to Shen Ji for tailoring.

Shen Yueying sat on the chair with her shoulders slumped and her head tilted.

The room filled with the air of death, the face covered with corpse spots, the skin and flesh were sagging, extremely eerie.

It's both weird and heartbreaking that my closest relative in the past has become like this!

Chen Xiang pulled another chair and sat down close to Shen Yueying.

"We two, let's have a nice chat today. Let's talk about what I want to do with you."

The rapidly flashing tungsten light finally went out with a bang.

Chen Xiangyin closed his eyes lightly and quickly adapted to the darkness. When he opened his eyes, Chen Yueying suddenly raised his face, "He——!"

Chen Xiangyin was surprisingly calm when facing the dead man's face so close to him, but then his eyes became sour and moist.

After a moment of silence, Chen Xiangyin murmured: "You blame me, right?"

"Hah! - Hah! -" Shen Yueying's throat made an extremely miserable sound, which made Chen Xiangyin feel heartbroken.

"You can blame me, but why not let yourself go?"

"Okay, I'll die with you."

Chen Xiangyin's voice was very soft, and his tone was extremely ethereal, as if he was announcing a small matter.

She reached out from the tailor's table next to her, picked up a pair of scissors, and sharpened them. The cold and extremely sharp tip of the scissors pressed against the pale wrist, pressing a small dent.

"If this will help you get rid of your resentment."

The tip of the scissors pierced the thin skin on the inside of the wrist, and a sharp pain spread.

"Hiss--" With a gentle sound, bright red blood emerged from the wound and flowed down the delicate arm.

Chen Xiangyin continued to push hard, opening the wound, causing his teeth to chatter in pain.

There were quiet tears that moistened the eyelashes.

Chen Xiang said in a dumb voice: "I do owe you, but I can't help it. Yueying, go and be reincarnated. In your next life, join a good family."

Shen Yueying's tilted head suddenly raised. She was very angry, and her dark gray wrinkled face was twisted into a terrifying look.

"Isn't this enough?" Chen Xiangyin was unambiguous. He pulled out the scissors from his wrist and stabbed into the heart without hesitation!
  “Tuk tuk tuk!!”

An urgent knock on the door interrupted Chen Xiangyin's movements.

She looked out the door, "Who?"

"You can't do it, right?" A cool voice came from outside the door.

The next second the wooden door opened slightly, and the cold night air formed into mist and broke into the room first.

A pale young man stood outside the door. He glanced at the statue of the door god posted on the door, bowed his hands, and did not come in.

"Don't commit suicide. If you commit suicide, I'll break my leg by running away. Please practice some virtue."

The man spoke in Senhan's Beijing accent, glanced at Shen Yueying, narrowed his eyes, and after a long pause said, "She asked you to have a meal with her."

Just a meal? Chen Xiang loosened her grip on the scissors and looked at Shen Yueying.

"Uh-" Shen Yueying's gray eyes were fixed on Chen Xiangyin, but her voice was much softer.

Chen Xiangyin felt relieved and casually pulled over a piece of white cloth and wrapped it around the wound on his wrist.

It turned out that Shen Yueying just wanted to have a meal together.

When she ran away, Shen Yueying made her a bowl of noodles, but she didn't eat it and never came back.

The man was about to leave, but Chen Xiang stopped him: "You can't leave until you eat a bowl of noodles?"

Her voice had a breathy charm, and her articulation was also very special. He had never heard anyone speak like her. It sounded very nice.

It's not impossible to stay for a while on a dark night.

He bowed to the door god statue again before stepping through the door.

The man entered the room and sat down on a carved wooden chair.

Agarwood took out a chopstick, tied her long hair behind her head with one hand, and started boiling water.

"What's your name?" She kneaded the dough in the basin with one hand, her injured hand supporting the basin, and the blood reflected the shape visibly.

"Ah Pong." The man played with the silver needle on the table boredly.

"Don't move." Chen Xiang said in a bad tone.

"Last time I saw you, you were very enthusiastic." A Pong narrowed his eyes and put down the silver needle, looking up and down at Agarwood.

Chen Xiangyin glanced at Shen Yueying in reply.

Ah Pong turned to look at Shen Yueying, pursed her lips tightly, and saw something, but didn't say anything.

The aroma of ripe wheat filled the room, and the steaming smoke from fireworks also made the room warmer.

Three bowls of plain noodles were served, and the atmosphere was strange.

Chen Xiangyin pushed the bowl towards Shen Yueying.

Shen Yueying's teeth had almost fallen out, her jaw slowly dropped to an exaggerated degree, and she opened her mouth wide.

Ah Pong may have thought that this scene was really off-putting, so he picked up the noodle bowl and carried it halfway with his body, ignoring others, and began to tremble first.

The noodles are chewy and chewy, and the simple plain noodles have an extraordinary taste. When you eat the noodles with a slurp, the soup will warm you from your throat to your stomach, making you feel at ease.

Chen Xiangyin picked up the noodles and carefully put them into Shen Yueying's mouth.

This scene seems familiar.

A long time ago, when she was a child, she also needed to be fed like this.

"I'm sorry, I've wanted to come back and see you several times."

While feeding, Chen Xiang quoted one confession after another.

After decades of lack of family affection, she thought she would blame herself and hated herself for not providing her with the care of her until she died, so she refused to leave.

It turned out to be just a meal.

After finishing the noodles, Shen Yueying lowered her head.

Just when Chen Xiang thought she would leave safely, she saw Shen Yueying slowly raising her arm and pointing to the empty corner.

Chen Xiangyin looked at Ah Bang and asked silently.

"I don't know everything." Abang shrugged.

Chen Xiangyin stared at the corner, "Then you know why she hasn't reincarnated, right?"

"It's so easy to be reincarnated if you die unexpectedly."

There was a thunder on the ground, Agarwood's head exploded, and Shen Yueying died unexpectedly?
  She is just an ordinary tailor in an ordinary town!
  Not at the end of his life? An unexpected death? ?
  "What?" Chen Xiangyin grabbed A Bang who had just stood up.

Ah Pong turned around and said meaningfully: "I said she was killed by someone. She died, was not killed, died." After saying that, he gently shook off Chen Xiangyin's hand.

Chen Xiang staggered and looked at Shen Yueying. The beautiful and tender memories of the past rushed into her heart, and her heart was tightly squeezed.

Ah Pong never meddles in other people's business, and it is rare for him to say so much.

Chen Xiangyin didn't ask any questions and watched him leave, her eyes getting scarier and tears silently falling from her eyes.

Was her Yueying killed?
  "By the way, are you getting old? Your ears are so bad." Abong pointed at his ears outside the door, and then disappeared into the night.

Chen Xiangyin immediately cheered up and pricked up his ears.

Beyond the boiling pot and crackling firewood, outside the window, there seemed to be a heart beating violently.

Chenxiang looked out the window with piercing eyes. Someone was outside!
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