"Bang!" A loud bang, in the darkness, resounded throughout the mountain.

On the steep cliff, the skeleton man sniffed the familiar breath around him, and his heart suddenly rejoiced.

The red eyes were wide open, lying in the coffin where he had slept for a thousand years, looking at the woman who was standing on the edge of his coffin at the moment, holding the coffin lid, his heart had already been thinking about it.

Aren't you really moved by this king, so you are ready to rest with this king?

As soon as this thought came out, her red eyes suddenly lit up, and she looked at her standing on the coffin in surprise, and opened her mouth to express her feelings.

However, I never expected it!

Before the words could be spit out of his mouth, his vision suddenly darkened, and he could only hear "Bang!" After a louder movement than the previous one, he found that he was covered in his coffin.

"Cuihua, what are you doing here?" He asked, confused, and although he had sensed that something was wrong, he still wanted to struggle.

What if, if this woman was just joking with him, wouldn't he have misunderstood her?

Misunderstand?

I'm sorry, Yan Bei, who stepped on the coffin lid with both feet, said that he misunderstood this kind of thing, it didn't exist!

"You just lie in your own coffin for me, and don't come out and toss around!"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted the coffin, and laid a sealing enchantment, sealing the thousand-year-old zombie in the coffin.

"Okay, you cultivate well, and when you cultivate for another thousand years, you can rush out of the coffin, I'll leave first, and I'll never see you again!"

After that, he sighed softly, secretly said in his heart, "I'm sorry big brother", turned around and jumped off the cliff, and flew away.

"Emerald Flower! Tong Jia Cuihua! ”

"Why are you doing this to me?!"

"You come back to this king! You will bring this king back......"

He shouted frantically, but the figure that had gone away did not stay for him, in the darkness, the faint red light illuminated the small world in front of him, looking at the red seal that appeared above his head, the anger in his heart could no longer be contained, gushing out!

Tong Jiacuihua, how can you treat me like this? How can you treat me like this, Zhao Qicheng!

Break through this heavy barrier, and the first person this king will kill is you!

......

Returning to the small floor of Uncle Zhong's house, Yan Bei raised his hand, took out the clean word square scarf, washed all the traces away, and then returned to the room, lying next to his little zombie, closing his eyes and resting.

The next day, before dawn, Xiao Ming, who was very unaccustomed to jet lag, opened his eyes.

He went to bed early yesterday, and now he is not sleepy, not only does he not feel sleepy, but he feels energetic when he looks at the night now.

glanced sideways at the person next to her, and saw that she was sleeping soundly, so she quietly stood up and wanted to jump downstairs to go shopping.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, before he could jump, a pair of big palms grabbed his little feet and dragged him back directly.

Reaching out to press the little guy back to the bed, Yan Bei closed his eyes, and while pressing him with his hand, he said three words without resistance:

"Keep sleeping!"

Xiao Ming blinked his big blue eyes and pouted his black mouth, he couldn't sleep at all, but his body was pressed and he couldn't move, so he had to keep his eyes open until dawn.

At half past five in the morning, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Zhong's voice sounded outside the door: "Yan Bei, wake up, it's time for us to go." ”

Hearing his voice, Xiao Ming was even more excited than Yan Bei, and immediately turned around, raised his stiff hand and bumped into the sleeping person next to him.

Of course, the illusion that our mother is sleeping is only had by the stupid Xiao Ming Tong shoes, but in fact, Yan Bei didn't sleep at all, he was just closing his eyes and absorbing aura.

Grabbing the little hand, he sat up and opened the door.

"Uncle Zhong, you go downstairs first, I'll come down as soon as I'm ready." Yan Bei said with a smile.

Uncle Zhong nodded, and coldly caught a glimpse of a pair of blue eyes staring at him in her room, and he was startled, and then he realized that there was still Xiao Ming's existence.

He eased his breath, frowned and asked, "Do you want to hand over the child to Xiao Yun to take it?" The place I went to today is close, and I should be able to come back around 3 o'clock in the afternoon. ”

Yan Bei knew that his proposal was correct, but she was afraid that leaving Xiao Ming alone would be in danger for Bai Yun, so she still rejected Uncle Zhong's proposal.

Seeing that she didn't agree, Uncle Zhong didn't say anything anymore, and went downstairs to prepare to go first.

Yan Bei then led Xiao Ming downstairs with an excited face, and Uncle Zhong put the prepared makeup box on his back, and after saying something to Bai Yun, he left the house with the mother and son.

Came out early, but there were already many early vendors on the street, most of them selling breakfast, Uncle Zhong invited the mother and son to a noodle restaurant to eat noodles, eat and drink enough, and then officially set off.

This time, the place of work was not at the guest's home, but at the funeral home in the city.

This city called Qingshi divides the city into four urban areas with a crossroads, east, west, north and south, Uncle Zhong lives in the suburbs of the eastern district, and the funeral parlor is on the edge of the western district, so he has to get up so early in order not to delay things.

There are minibuses between the four districts that can be directly reached, and Yan Bei and the three of them took the minibuses and sat for about an hour to finally arrive at the West District Funeral Home.

At this time, it was already half past seven in the morning, and it seemed very early, but today there are three funerals in the funeral home, and at half past seven, the door is full of relatives of the deceased, which is more lively than the vegetable market.

However, the background music is much more solemn than the hawking at the wet market.

From the moment he stepped into the door of the funeral home, the smile on Yan Bei's face was put away, he hugged Xiao Ming, lowered his eyes and followed Uncle Zhong inside, don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't look at what shouldn't be seen.

This attitude made Uncle Zhong quite satisfied.

He nodded, feeling that this was the first hurdle of taking his work seriously, and Yan Bei had passed it with full marks.

The three of them walked through the corridor on the first floor to the backyard of the funeral home.

As soon as I entered here, unlike the noisy atmosphere of the two half-mourning before, it was so quiet that I could hear a pin falling on the ground.

In the black and white mourning hall, there are only five people, five people wearing black clothes and filial piety, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, silently burning paper money.

Among these five people, there are two middle-aged men, who look like that, they should be brothers, and the two of them silently burned paper, their faces expressionless.

Behind them knelt two women, one in his mid-thirties, next to a boy of four or five years old.

There was also a woman who looked like she had just graduated from college, with well-behaved short ear-length hair and a sad expression, who seemed to be the saddest of the five.

These five people are the deceased's two sons, daughter-in-law, and eldest granddaughter and eldest grandson.

When Uncle Zhong was in the car, he told Yan Bei that the old lady of the family starved to death in his home, and the body stinked a week later, and was found by neighbors.

Her husband died young, and when she was young, she raised the brothers alone to provide for their education and help them marry wives, but she didn't expect to end up like this in her later years.