Chapter 4221: 4221
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The cold wind roared like the howl of a fierce ghost. At the beginning, Zhuang Minghao's tragic death was heard by people in the priest's house. Now it's still in the first seven days and in the middle of the night. Everyone only felt frightened when they saw this picture.
The nurse stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, holding a white lantern in her hand.
Zhuang Xiaoyu muttered, as if crying. The paper burned to ashes was baked by the fire and rushed straight to the sky. The wind blew, and there was the smell of incense everywhere.
The guard stood behind the nurse with a stiff head and dared not stay too far away or too close.
Fortunately, the paper money burned quickly. Before long, Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, followed the nursing mother back to the carriage and left Zhuang Zi.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was almost time for the chicken to crow, his heart was calmer and escorted Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the priest's house.
Who knows, on the way, I saw two flames flickering not far away.
The guard's nervous mood could no longer be stretched, "what's that? Is it a ghost fire?"
The horse hissed, and the guard was afraid. Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain, leaned out her head and looked into the distance. In a low voice, she said, "it's just a lantern."
"Shouldn't lanterns be like us?"
"The light of fire in the glazed lantern flickered like this." Zhuang Xiaoyu's head leaned against the car wall without any fear: "even if it's a ghost fire, what's terrible? The eldest young master hasn't been over seven. He always defended me before he died and won't let you have anything."
It's OK not to say this. As soon as I say it, I just feel gloomy and more terrible.
However, hearing Zhuang Xiaoyu's words, the guard was bolder and accelerated one by one.
But the people over there seemed to see the light of the lanterns here and drove faster and faster. Before Zhuang Xiaoyu's carriage reached the fork of the road, it was stopped by someone: "who is walking around here in the middle of the night?"
The guard pulled out the big knife hanging on his waist: "the priest's wife of the priest's house has just gone to Chuang Tzu to worship her relatives. Who are you waiting for?"
It's dark. Only a few shadows shake in front. The guard can't see the people in front at all.
I heard it was the priest's wife. The people in front looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. Finally, he could only hug his fist and say, "Hello, madam."
The Escort's carriage moved quickly and quickly. It was close, perhaps telepathy, or the sixth sense in the subconscious. Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly said, "it's so late. Where are you taking you on behalf of the priest?"
The two carriages that should not have met met met met at the same fork. Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped down from the carriage regardless of the nurse's stop.
When she stood in front of the carriage, the wound on her ankle began to ache again.
Qin Wuyan was flustered when he got the news from the guard. He galloped over on his horse, turned over and dismounted, looked up and down at Zhuang Xiaoyu, and asked, "Xiaoyu, why did you come out so late to worship?"
The man held her hand. The palm was thick and warm. There was a thin cocoon on the finger belly, but the back of the hand was cold.
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head slightly. The light of the lantern was a little dim. She couldn't see the emotion in Qin Wuyan's eyes. She didn't answer Qin Wuyan's words. She looked sideways at the approaching carriage and asked, "who's inside?"
Qin Wuyan's eyes flashed a fluster, "Xiao Yu..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled his fingers out of Qin Wuyan's palm bit by bit and limped towards the carriage.
Qin Wuyan clenched his fist and felt that he could not wash himself by jumping into the Yellow River this time
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The cold wind roared like the howl of a fierce ghost. At the beginning, Zhuang Minghao's tragic death was heard by people in the priest's house. Now it's still in the first seven days and in the middle of the night. Everyone only felt frightened when they saw this picture.
The nurse stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, holding a white lantern in her hand.
Zhuang Xiaoyu muttered, as if crying. The paper burned to ashes was baked by the fire and rushed straight to the sky. The wind blew, and there was the smell of incense everywhere.
The guard stood behind the nurse with a stiff head and dared not stay too far away or too close.
Fortunately, the paper money burned quickly. Before long, Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, followed the nursing mother back to the carriage and left Zhuang Zi.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was almost time for the chicken to crow, his heart was calmer and escorted Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the priest's house.
Who knows, on the way, I saw two flames flickering not far away.
The guard's nervous mood could no longer be stretched, "what's that? Is it a ghost fire?"
The horse hissed, and the guard was afraid. Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain, leaned out her head and looked into the distance. In a low voice, she said, "it's just a lantern."
"Shouldn't lanterns be like us?"
"The light of fire in the glazed lantern flickered like this." Zhuang Xiaoyu's head leaned against the car wall without any fear: "even if it's a ghost fire, what's terrible? The eldest young master hasn't been over seven. He always defended me before he died and won't let you have anything."
It's OK not to say this. As soon as I say it, I just feel gloomy and more terrible.
However, hearing Zhuang Xiaoyu's words, the guard was bolder and accelerated one by one.
But the people over there seemed to see the light of the lanterns here and drove faster and faster. Before Zhuang Xiaoyu's carriage reached the fork of the road, it was stopped by someone: "who is walking around here in the middle of the night?"
The guard pulled out the big knife hanging on his waist: "the priest's wife of the priest's house has just gone to Chuang Tzu to worship her relatives. Who are you waiting for?"
It's dark. Only a few shadows shake in front. The guard can't see the people in front at all.
I heard it was the priest's wife. The people in front looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. Finally, he could only hug his fist and say, "Hello, madam."
The Escort's carriage moved quickly and quickly. It was close, perhaps telepathy, or the sixth sense in the subconscious. Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly said, "it's so late. Where are you taking you on behalf of the priest?"
The two carriages that should not have met met met met at the same fork. Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped down from the carriage regardless of the nurse's stop.
When she stood in front of the carriage, the wound on her ankle began to ache again.
Qin Wuyan was flustered when he got the news from the guard. He galloped over on his horse, turned over and dismounted, looked up and down at Zhuang Xiaoyu, and asked, "Xiaoyu, why did you come out so late to worship?"
The man held her hand. The palm was thick and warm. There was a thin cocoon on the finger belly, but the back of the hand was cold.
Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head slightly. The light of the lantern was a little dim. She couldn't see the emotion in Qin Wuyan's eyes. She didn't answer Qin Wuyan's words. She looked sideways at the approaching carriage and asked, "who's inside?"
Qin Wuyan's eyes flashed a fluster, "Xiao Yu..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled his fingers out of Qin Wuyan's palm bit by bit and limped towards the carriage.
Qin Wuyan clenched his fist and felt that he could not wash himself by jumping into the Yellow River this time
The cold wind roared like the howl of a fierce ghost. At the beginning, Zhuang Minghao's tragic death was heard by people in the priest's house. Now it's still in the first seven days and in the middle of the night. Everyone only felt frightened when they saw this picture.The nurse stood behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, holding a white lantern in her hand.Zhuang Xiaoyu muttered, as if crying. The paper burned to ashes was baked by the fire and rushed straight to the sky. The wind blew, and there was the smell of incense everywhere.The guard stood behind the nurse with a stiff head and dared not stay too far away or too close.Fortunately, the paper money burned quickly. Before long, Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up, followed the nursing mother back to the carriage and left Zhuang Zi.The guard breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that it was almost time for the chicken to crow, his heart was calmer and escorted Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the priest's house.Who knows, on the way, I saw two flames flickering not far away.The guard's nervous mood could no longer be stretched, "what's that? Is it a ghost fire?"The horse hissed, and the guard was afraid. Zhuang Xiaoyu lifted the curtain, leaned out her head and looked into the distance. In a low voice, she said, "it's just a lantern.""Shouldn't lanterns be like us?""The light of fire in the glazed lantern flickered like this." Zhuang Xiaoyu's head leaned against the car wall without any fear: "even if it's a ghost fire, what's terrible? The eldest young master hasn't been over seven. He always defended me before he died and won't let you have anything."It's OK not to say this. As soon as I say it, I just feel gloomy and more terrible.However, hearing Zhuang Xiaoyu's words, the guard was bolder and accelerated one by one.But the people over there seemed to see the light of the lanterns here and drove faster and faster. Before Zhuang Xiaoyu's carriage reached the fork of the road, it was stopped by someone: "who is walking around here in the middle of the night?"The guard pulled out the big knife hanging on his waist: "the priest's wife of the priest's house has just gone to Chuang Tzu to worship her relatives. Who are you waiting for?"It's dark. Only a few shadows shake in front. The guard can't see the people in front at all.I heard it was the priest's wife. The people in front looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. Finally, he could only hug his fist and say, "Hello, madam."The Escort's carriage moved quickly and quickly. It was close, perhaps telepathy, or the sixth sense in the subconscious. Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly said, "it's so late. Where are you taking you on behalf of the priest?"The two carriages that should not have met met met met at the same fork. Zhuang Xiaoyu jumped down from the carriage regardless of the nurse's stop.When she stood in front of the carriage, the wound on her ankle began to ache again.Qin Wuyan was flustered when he got the news from the guard. He galloped over on his horse, turned over and dismounted, looked up and down at Zhuang Xiaoyu, and asked, "Xiaoyu, why did you come out so late to worship?"The man held her hand. The palm was thick and warm. There was a thin cocoon on the finger belly, but the back of the hand was cold.Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her head slightly. The light of the lantern was a little dim. She couldn't see the emotion in Qin Wuyan's eyes. She didn't answer Qin Wuyan's words. She looked sideways at the approaching carriage and asked, "who's inside?"Qin Wuyan's eyes flashed a fluster, "Xiao Yu..."Zhuang Xiaoyu pulled his fingers out of Qin Wuyan's palm bit by bit and limped towards the carriage.Qin Wuyan clenched his fist and felt that he could not wash himself by jumping into the Yellow River this time
