My Master is Lin Zhengying

Said, took out three.

In front of the tomb of Mrs. Ren, two short sticks and one long stick were burned for incense.

Qiu Sheng has been with Uncle Jiu the longest and has the widest knowledge.

Seeing the two short and one long fragrances, he couldn't help but gasp, his eyes showed surprise.

For a while, I also felt that something was wrong.

If the incense offerings are lit together, will there be two short ones and one long one?

Among them, I am afraid there are some taboos and sayings.

So he hurriedly said:

"Go, go back and tell the master..."

After speaking, Qiusheng took the incense offering.

Taking Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng with them, they ran down Qingxuan Mountain in a hurry.

But when going down the mountain, Nan Chen was grateful for the chill on his back.

As if being stared at by someone, I feel uncomfortable all over.

Looking back several times, there are only barren hillsides.

By the time the three of them returned to Yizhuang with the incense offerings, it was evening.

As soon as he entered the door, Qiu Sheng shouted into the room:

"Master, master..."

"What a fuss, what's the matter?"

Uncle Jiu stood at the door of the morgue with his hands behind his back, and scolded.

"Master Xiang, Xiang..."

Wen Cai was out of breath.

"What happened to Xiang?"

Uncle Jiu's expression froze, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"Master, the burning of incense has become two short and one long."

Nan Chen opened his mouth with a drink.

Uncle Jiu's expression changed drastically.

"what?

Two short and one long?

Show it to me quickly..."

Qiu Sheng didn't dare to neglect, and hastily handed over the incense offering.

Uncle Jiu took it, and when he saw the incense offering in his hand, he was extremely shocked.

Can't help but gasped.

The brows knit together again.

Immediately, he turned and walked into the morgue.

Nan Chen and the others quickly followed in.

Nan Chen and Qiu Sheng were thirsty from running, and as soon as they entered the morgue, they poured a glass of water on the tea table to drink.

And Uncle Jiu shook his head while walking, and said angrily:

"People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and Xiang is most afraid of two shorts and one long.

Why, it just burned like this...

Hey!

If there is this incense in the house, someone must be mourning. "

Wencai next to him heard Uncle Jiu speak.

Some foolishly asked:

"Master, is it Master Ren's house?"

Uncle Jiu was already preoccupied, so he asked such an idiotic question only after seeing the text.

He glared at Wen Cai directly, and said with a cold snort:

"Could it be here?"

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Chapter Seventeen

Uncle Jiu snorted coldly, then turned and left.