My master is invincible

Chapter 1879 Yin Yang Rice (83)

Walking, walking, but, I don't know what happened, but the woman is getting farther and farther away from me.

I'm pretty sure the woman didn't move, and I kept moving towards her.

However, it felt like the woman was getting further and further away.

Mad, hell.

What is the situation and why is this happening.

Are you hallucinating?

No, this can't be an illusion.

At that moment, I stopped and looked up at the light beam, only to find that the distance between the light beam and me remained the same as before.

shit.

Could it be that I met a ghost and hit the wall.

The old yellow driver seemed to feel something strange too, lowered his voice, and asked me timidly: "Xiao Jiu, could it be a ghost fire?"

I shook my head, and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't look like that. If I guessed correctly, it should be that woman who did something wrong."

I say this because Wen Xue once told me about Lin Fan on the train to Guangzhou. In her words, this Lin Fan seems to be a member of the Elder Hall of the Metaphysics Association. It is in the aspect of divine calculation, and it is about to aspire to the top of the country.

The most terrifying thing is that this woman is only 23 years old this year.

It's not surprising that such a woman has a little weird phenomenon.

So, I took a deep breath, looked at the light beam, and called out tentatively, "Are you Lin Fan?"

To my disappointment, the woman didn't speak, and the whole scene was extremely silent, so quiet that there was no sound at all.

After about a minute, the woman's voice came slowly, and she said: "Tomorrow morning at eight o'clock, I will wait for you at the Pu'er Tea House in the town."

After speaking, the beam of light slowly moved towards the entrance of the village.

According to my idea, I should catch up and see what happened, but the woman said, wait for me tomorrow morning, and I don't bother to chase after it. After all, I will know the result tomorrow, so there is no need to be in a hurry.

At that moment, I glanced at the old driver Huang, who was staring at the woman's back, frowned and said, "I seem to have seen this woman before."

"Have you seen it?" I asked hurriedly.

He said: "I can't say I've seen it before. I seem to have heard this voice. It's been a few years, and I can't remember it."

Well, he has said that, what else can I say, I just say, "Okay, don't think about it, you will find out tomorrow, by the way, you will do me a favor later."

"What's busy?" he asked.

I said: "You will help me write down what Yuan Qingtian said to the old coffin guard."

"Why!" He seemed a little confused about what I meant.

I smiled and explained, "Then Yuan Qingtian and the old man who guards the coffin should be from the same village, but I am an outsider, so Yuan Qingtian naturally thinks that I don't understand Hakka, and maybe he can say something useful to the old man who guards the coffin. , is also impossible to say."

I have no choice but to say this, mainly because I don't know where Yuan Qingtian is going to do something, so naturally I have to let the old driver Huang look at it.

As soon as the old Huang driver heard what I said, he immediately understood, and said, "Xiao Jiu, I didn't see it. You listen carefully. You have discovered this. Yes, most people think that there is no one in their hometown dialect." If you can understand, you can talk to your fellow villagers unscrupulously, and you can indeed find out some useful news."

I smiled and didn't speak anymore. To put it bluntly, all of this was forced. If possible, I would like to grab Yuan Qingtian directly, beat him up, and then ask him what the hell is going on. ghost.

But all this is just a thought.

Afterwards, I talked to the old driver Huang for a while, all about Yuan Qingtian.

After talking for about seven or eight minutes, there was a sound of footsteps from the mourning hall. Driver Huang and I exchanged glances, and I said, "It should be Yuan Qingtian and others who have gone to the mourning hall."

While speaking, I walked towards the mourning hall with my feet, and the old driver Huang followed closely behind.

When we arrived at the mourning hall, Yuan Qingtian, Yuan Zhenghua, Lao Zheng, Fatty Bai and others were all there as I guessed.

When he saw me, Yuan Zhenghua was the first to react. He immediately moved towards me and shouted, "Ninth brother, you are back. We looked for you for lunch, but we didn't find anyone."

I smiled and explained, "Something has happened, by the way, where is your grandma's body?"

As soon as these words came out, what surprised me was that the whole mourning hall fell silent, and no one spoke. However, Old Zheng wanted to speak several times, but was stopped by Yuan Qingtian.

This detail caught my eye. If my guess is correct, Old Zheng, Fatty Bai and others should have been captured by money.

There is no way around this. There are a few people in the society who will not be captured by money. I didn't pay much attention to it. I just stared at Yuan Zhenghua closely, wanting to hear how he would answer me.

When Yuan Zhenghua saw me staring at him, he smiled awkwardly, and said, "Ninth brother, I...I...You, don't worry about it, I know it well."

I sneered, and my voice couldn't help but a little higher: "Where's your grandma's body?"

This time, he should have heard that I was more angry, and was about to speak, when Yuan Qingtian came over, he first smiled at me, and then said: "Xiao Jiu, this seems to be Zhenghua's family business, you should... intervene Don't get started!"

I glanced at him and said without being polite to him, "Yes, this is indeed his family business, but before Mrs. Yuan died, she told me to bury her properly. Now, her body is gone. , I naturally want to ask."

Yuan Qingtian was startled, and looked at Yuan Zhenghua, as if asking Yuan Zhenghua if there was any such thing.

Then Yuan Zhenghua nodded, and Yuan Qingtian said: "So what? I have the right to host the funeral now, and I have the right to decide how to conduct the funeral. Besides, Mrs. Yuan is my teacher's wife, so naturally I don't want to It will treat her poorly."

I heard the meaning in his words, he no longer intends to be hypocritical with me.

At the moment, I was too lazy to be hypocritical with him, and ignored him. Instead, I looked at Yuan Zhenghua and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure you want to hand over this funeral to Yuan Qingtian?"

Then Yuan Zhenghua's face turned pale when he heard what I said.

To be honest, I don't really want to grab the initiative of the funeral, but I just can't see Yuan Qingtian taking the initiative of the funeral to be arrogant here.

"Are you sure you want to hand over this funeral to Yuan Qingtian?" I asked Yuan Zhenghua again.

That Yuan Zhenghua looked up at me, then immediately lowered his head and didn't speak.

This made me a little angry, but thinking of the relationship between Yuan Zhenghua and Yuan Qingtian, I clenched my fists and didn't say anything.

When Yuan Qingtian saw the situation, he looked smug and said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, don't say that we bully foreigners, just watch this funeral carefully, and I will take care of the rest when."

(End of this chapter)