124: Chapter 124 Bloodied photos

Chapter 124 Bloodied photos

"Dad, how long do you need to be busy?" I couldn't help but ask.

"If things don't go wrong, we can be buried tomorrow." His father looked at me and said slowly.

"Oh, then you should rest early." I looked at my father and smiled.

"Yeah, Yan Jun's not here. Be careful when you sleep at night. No matter what sounds outside, you' ll pretend you didn't hear it. Remember." After his father took two steps, he looked back at me worriedly.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Don't worry, Dad." I nodded and answered seriously.

Even if my father didn't say anything, I did n' t dare to run out before dawn.

In the early hours of the morning, if it weren't for my father, I would have died.

If I made such a low-level mistake again, I would really be looking for abuse.

Hearing my promise, his father glanced at me again and walked towards his room.

After taking a bath, he lay on the bed alone, unable to sleep.

This damn Yan Yichen, could it be that he really didn't care about my life or death?

To think that I still loved him so much, he was really a heartless man.

Just as I was complaining inwardly, I suddenly felt my waist tighten.

A cold Peppermint drifted into the tip of his nose.

For some reason, I felt much more at ease and a smile could not help but appear on my face.

"Didn't you leave? "Why are you here?" Although he was happy in his heart, he didn't let anyone off.

"What?" Don't you want me to come? "Then I'll leave." As soon as Yan Yichen finished speaking, the large hand on his waist suddenly disappeared.

He panicked and quickly sat up to look behind him, but when he saw the man who was smirking on his own.

I felt embarrassed and annoyed and couldn't help but glare at him.

"Isn't he leaving?" "Hurry up." I chased them away.

"Ah..." man lying there like a gentleman, suddenly pressed me under his body. I couldn't help but cry out in shock.

"Yu er, what's wrong?" Soon, his father's worried voice sounded outside the door.

Looking at the man that collided with him, I really wanted to tear him apart, but I didn't know where to start.

He held back his shy voice and glared at a man." Dad, I'm fine. You should rest early."

However, the exchange was for him to collide even more fiercely. The joy of his body made me almost lose control and cry out.

"It's fine." His father didn't believe him.

"Hehe, I was stared at by a mosquito." I twisted the soft meat on Yan Yichen waist and continued to panic.

"Oh, go to bed early." As his father spoke, he left slowly.

"Yan Yichen, can't you take it lightly?" I couldn't help but protest.

"No!" The overbearing male voice rang out, and then I was stunned by him.

Today was the day Zhang Qiang was buried, so his father went to Zhang Qiang house just before dawn.

Because he had been tormented by Yan Yichen, he asked his father for a good time and continued to sleep.

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I woke up from my shock. I put on my clothes and walked out to take a look.

As expected, it was a Zhang Qiang funeral party. Before I could take a closer look, I quickly lit up the firewood that had been placed aside.

There was a custom in our place that as long as there were people passing by, they would burn a fire at their own door.

Because they were dead, everyone thought of ghosts.

Then, the ghost was most afraid of the fire. As long as it burned the fire, it would The representative that the ghost would not enter.

I don't know if this is true or not, but since I was sensible, I' ve heard people say this.

Looking at the burning flames, I raised my head to look at the funeral team.

A large red cypress coffin was carried by eight young and strong youths.

For some reason, all the red threads were wrapped around the red coffin.

The white paper money floated everywhere. For some reason, it felt a little sinister.

Seeing his ten-year-old son holding his last image, he felt a little upset.

His child was still so young and he had died for no reason at all. It was truly unacceptable.

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but look at Zhang Qiang image. Suddenly, something strange happened.

A red liquid suddenly flowed out from the originally rigid and quiet photo.

He looked at the blood flowing from his eyes, nose and mouth.

I covered my mouth in fear.

How could this be? Am I seeing things or something?

After that, I tried my best to close my eyes. When I opened them, I looked at them again. It was fine.

She couldn't help but feel depressed. Could it be that I was mistaken? I was a little confused.

"A thousand-year debt, pay it back today..." At this moment, the That way strange male voice that I heard when I came back sounded again.

Shangxin couldn't help but tighten her grip. Could it be that something I did n' t know was happening in Qingfeng Town?

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Turning around, he entered the room and closed the door. He couldn't help but think of the scene where the picture was bleeding.

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked.

He remembered that his father had said last night that if nothing happened, he would be buried today.

In other words, what was his father worried about?

Damn it, Yan Yichen that ghost had disappeared in the daytime.

Key he wanted to ask him, he couldn't find anyone. 1

He shook his head. Perhaps he had thought too much.

Recently, there had been too many spiritual incidents. I couldn't help but think about that.

……

She casually ate some food, but fortunately, nothing happened. She laid on the bed and began her lunch break.

"Feng Yu... Feng Yu, are you at home?" In a daze, he heard an urgent knock on the door.

Looking at the time, it was twelve o'clock at noon. Confused, he put on his shoes and quickly opened the door.

"You are?" When I saw the person who had come, I looked at the person in question.

"Feng Yu, I am an apprentice Zhang Qiang Teacher coffin shop. Have you forgotten? "We've seen each other during the new year." The young man explained to me anxiously.

The acolyte in the coffin shop suddenly had a flash of light in his mind. As expected, he remembered.

"Oh, oh, it's you. Is there anything you want me to do?" I looked at him in confusion.

"Master Feng, something happened to Master Feng!" The young man said anxiously.

"What?" Where? "What happened?" Hearing his words, his heart skipped a beat as he asked anxiously.

"It's the graveyard. I was going to be buried, but in the end... But..." Before he could finish, I didn't have time to lock the door and quickly ran towards the grave at the east of Zhen Dong.

My father couldn't do anything. I could n' t do anything. I thought to myself, hoping that my father would Safety everything.

On the extended road, white money was thrown everywhere.

Looking at the sky, it was as if it was going to rain. It was dark clouds.

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