The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 8 Xin's Death
White lanterns and black cloth, those are the attire for mourning, the Xin family has a funeral.

There is only Xin Shi left in the Xin family, and Xin Shi is dead.

His feet were filled with lead, his throat was clogged, he felt it was difficult to move, and his eyes were sore.

"It's late."

Xin Lin sighed softly.

This was not Xin Lin's reaction, but the instinctive reaction of "Xin Lin"'s body.

After being abandoned by Sikong Ran, "she" lost even her mother.

Inside the house, voices could be heard.

Xin Lin quickly dodged and hid beside the haystack, and several village women came out.

"Ms. Xin is really pitiful. She didn't even see that unfilial girl when she was dying, and she didn't even have a person to die with."

"That girl Xin Lin really killed a thousand knives. She worked in a shameless place like Tianxianglou, and she was motivated by money. It's also thanks to Xin's death early, otherwise she would really be mad at her."

"Let me just say that, that girl has a vicious look and an artificial voice. She doesn't look like a good girl at first glance."

"It's also thanks to that child, Sikong, who was righteous and willing to arrange the funeral for Xin Lin because of his childhood affection."

"Sikong Ran is really a good boy, I just said, that kid is promising at first sight."

Madam, if you look at me and say something, what you mean at the moment is that Xin Lin is so unfilial, Sikong Ran is so amazing.

Through their words, Xin Lin learned that Xin's family had contracted an illness a month ago, and she wrote a letter to ask her daughter to come back, but Xin Lin refused to come back desperately.

Sikong Ran came to visit Xin Shi yesterday, and Xin Shi was so angry that she vomited blood when she learned that her daughter was "selling herself" in Tianxiang Tower, and died that night.

At noon in midsummer, the sun was shining brightly.

However, Xin Lin felt her hands and feet were icy cold, her teeth creaked and her fists were clenched tightly.

Xin was pissed to death.

What a Sikong Ran, right and wrong are black and white, straight and wrong are reversed.

The letter from home that was sent out a month ago was already in the hands of "Xin Lin" a month later.

The Hsin family must have looked forward to it countless times and was disappointed countless times.

Xin Lin didn't know when he walked out of the haystack, and how he waited until night fell and the villagers left Xin's house.

There was only a white candle in the shape of a single shadow, and the candle oil "ticked" onto the desk.

The Xin family displayed a simple coffin.

There are some fruits enshrined on a desk, and Xin's tablet is right there.

Xin Lin stepped forward and lit a stick of incense.

Xin Lin walked to the coffin and pushed it away. In the hall, the woman's eyes were tightly closed, she was not breathing, her brows were furrowed tightly, and until she died, the woman's fists were tightly clenched.

Crying, wailing, came in the night.

Xin Lin didn't feel a burst of horror, she looked up, only to find that it was completely dark.

Inside the house, the candles have also been burned out.

Gentle sobbing, intermittent, came from the other end of the coffin.

A fuzzy white shadow was lying on the coffin, the white shadow raised its head, it was a small face with tears streaming down its face, looking at Xin Lin.

They had exactly the same face, but one was crying and the other was surprised.

"You are Xin Lin."

Xin Lin looked at the blurry white shadow, it turned out to be the soul of "Xin Lin".

"I really hate, I really hate, Sikong Ran, I really hate. Help me get revenge, please."

The soul was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred, she just chanted over and over again, knelt in front of Xin Lin, and kowtowed.

Xin Lin took a few steps back, when will she be able to see the ghost.

She has supernatural powers, but has never seen a ghost.

"Luoyin Mountain, ancient tomb, stop them...you must stop them."

The soul of "Xin Lin" gradually blurred.

She died from overwork, her soul and body were already weak, she lasted for a few days, until Xin Lin came, it seemed that she was destined in the dark, and the moment she disappeared, there was a touch of relief at the corner of her mouth.

Xin Lin, welcome home...

A gloomy wind blows.

bang-

The thin coffin made a muffled sound.

(End of this chapter)