He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

"I'm not going!"

Yang Guang immediately shook his head, but Lin Yue continued, "I'll treat you to a late-night snack later!"

"oh."

"That's alright."

Lin Yue stared at this guy speechlessly.

This guy's face changes way way too fast!

She really couldn't see how this guy was so amazing.

He has absolutely no airs of superiority.

Yang Guang kicked Er Lengzi and said, "Stop gnawing on it, she'll treat you to meat later."

"Woof woof!"

Lin Yue rolled her eyes and dragged Yang Guang toward the memorial hall.

Er Lengzi, with a gnawed beef bone in his mouth, followed behind, swaying along.

It still couldn't bear to throw it away.

I guess he's really scared of being homeless.

The memorial hall was dimly lit, with wreaths lining both walls, and the air was filled with the smell of burning candles and paper money.

Lin Ran's portrait was framed in a black frame, and the girl in the photo was smiling happily.

Yang Guang stood outside the threshold and kicked Er Lengzi into the corner.

"You stay here and guard the door."

"Don't go in."

Er Lengzi lay pitifully on the steps outside the door, his front paws resting on a cow bone, his clear yet foolish eyes blinking.

This guy is probably thinking, "Thank goodness I had the foresight to not lose the bone."

Otherwise, there's nothing left to eat.

Lin Yue took a deep breath and strode into the memorial hall.

Only Lin Ran's parents remained in front of the mourning hall, while their relatives sat on the outer edge, keeping vigil with Lin Ran's parents.

Lin Ran's father was a thin, middle-aged man with most of his hair turned white.

He sat hunched over on a low stool, his hands folded on his knees.

Lin Ran's mother held the portrait of the deceased, leaning on her husband's shoulder. Her tears had long since dried up, and now she just stood there silently with her mouth open, occasionally twitching.

Lin Yue walked to the memorial tablet, bowed, and offered incense to Lin Ran.

Then she turned to Lin Ran's parents, took out her work ID, and said, "Uncle, Aunt, I am Lin Yue from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Fengdu City Public Security Bureau."

"I've come today specifically to tell you something."

"Zhang Xu, the murderer of Lin Ran, is dead."

Lin Ran's father suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at Lin Yue.

The mourning hall was silent for a full three seconds.

Three seconds later.

Lin Ran's mother slid off the low stool, knelt on the ground, and tightly hugged the portrait with both hands, letting out a heart-wrenching wail.

That kind of crying wasn't a suppressed sob.

It was the hatred, pain, and despair that had been building up for months.

Everything exploded in that instant!

Lin Ran's father's lips trembled violently. He opened his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word. Tears streamed down his face, landing on his trouser legs.

For a long time.

He stood up shakily, bent over to Lin Yue, his knees almost touching the ground.

"Thanks……"

"Thank you, officer..."

Lin Yue quickly reached out to support him: "Uncle, this is what we should do."

Lin Ran's mother held the portrait of her deceased daughter, pressed the photo against her face, and wept uncontrollably, calling out, "Ranran."

"Did you hear that?"

The bad guy who harmed you is dead!

"Ranran, your mother, you can finally rest in peace."

"My daughter..."

Lin Yue stood before the memorial tablet, her nose stinging with tears.

She took several deep breaths to suppress the surge of heat.

She knew it all too well.

In their efforts to hold Zhang Xu accountable for his crimes, the elderly couple made countless trips to the police station and submitted numerous documents.

Each time, the Zhang family's legal team used a mental illness assessment to thwart their claims.

just now.

everything is over.

pity.

It is not subject to legal sanctions.

Fortunately, the ending was good, and everyone could accept it.

Lin Yue turned her head and glanced at Yang Guang standing next to her, although Yang Guang still had that carefree and irresponsible look.

But Lin Yue's lips twitched involuntarily.

When he's not being annoying, this little brother is actually quite handsome.

When Lin Ran's relatives heard that the murderer was dead, some wiped away tears, some cursed "God has eyes," and some hugged Lin Ran's mother and cried together.

The entire memorial hall was filled with suppressed sobs and the crackling of burning paper money.

Yang Guang was wondering if he could make a run for it.

After all, all the work that needed to be done was done, and I still had to go to class tomorrow.

He was about to leave when, without any warning, he suddenly...

A sudden gust of cold wind swept up from the ground!

The wind came on extremely fiercely, bursting out directly from the very center of the mourning hall.

The wreaths were the first to be hit; four or five huge white wreaths, along with their bases, were overturned and placed on the ground.

Plastic chrysanthemums were rolling all over the ground.

Immediately afterwards!

All the candle flames on both sides of the memorial tablet shook violently at the same time.

The next moment.

The candlelight turned a ghostly green!

A faint green light, the color reserved for the underworld, instantly enveloped the entire mourning hall.

Not only that!

Lin Ran's coffin began to tremble uncontrollably at this moment.

Moreover, a dull knocking sound came from inside the coffin, as if something was about to come out.

This time.

All the relatives screamed in unison.

The two timid female relatives collapsed to the ground.

A middle-aged man rushed outside, clutching his head, only to trip over a wreath on the ground and fall face-first into the mud.

The scene was in chaos.

Lin Yue felt a chill run down her spine and instinctively took two large steps back, retreating directly to Yang Guang's side.

She grabbed Yang Guang's arm with such force that Yang Guang winced.

"Yang Guang!"

"What happened?"

"Didn't you send Lin Ran away?"

"Is it still there?"

Yang Guang stood there, his face full of question marks.

Not right.

He just personally sent Lin Ran's soul away, didn't he?

If all the good deeds have been settled, then where did this eerie wind come from?

Yang Guang frowned.

However, in the mourning hall.

Lin Ran's mother was not afraid at all. Instead, she suddenly raised her head and stared intently at the coffin placed at the deepest part of the mourning hall.

She was trembling all over, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"slowly?"

"Is that you back?"

She staggered to her feet, clutching the portrait as she walked towards the coffin: "Ranran, please come out and see your mom and dad, okay?"

"Mom's here!"

"slowly……"

Lin Ran's father also stood up.

He stretched out his trembling hand and reached towards the coffin.

Yang Guang's heart sank when he saw this scene.

Something is wrong!

Something's really wrong!

But Yang Guang still gave a reminder: "Don't touch the coffin!"

Yang Guang's shout startled everyone in the mourning hall.

Lin Ran's father's outstretched hand froze in mid-air as he turned to look at Yang Guang at the door.

Lin Ran's mother also stopped, her tear-streaked face filled with anger: "Who are you?"

"Why can't we see Ranran?"

She glared at Yang Guang; judging from his appearance, he didn't seem like someone who had come to offer condolences in a proper manner.

Yang Guang hadn't had a chance to explain.

"boom!"

A loud bang!

The coffin lid flew off!

The heavy solid wood coffin board tumbled twice in the air before crashing into the pile of wreaths on the right side of the mourning hall.

Plastic chrysanthemums were flying everywhere.

Followed by.

A body dressed in burial clothes slowly sat up from the coffin.

Not the leisurely kind.

His spine was completely straight, as if someone had pulled him up with a steel wire from behind, and he sat up straight.

Lin Ran's body.

Those lifeless eyes stared blankly at the front of the mourning hall.

Its eyes look exactly like those of a dead fish.

The temperature in the mourning hall plummeted to freezing...

P.S.: Here it comes! I have to urge you to update more and give it a five-star review, okay? Okay, I admit I spoke a little too loudly, please, please (whispering...)