At this moment, a woman's cry came from the kitchen.

"Grandma! Grandmother! Sheng Lang, Sheng Lang! ”

Before Wen Ranran could react, the scholar had already quickly run to the kitchen. Seeing this, Wen Ranran didn't care about the master's disagreement, and led Cheng Fenglou and Jiang Tang to follow directly.

In the kitchen.

A young woman sat on the ground with a seventy-year-old woman in her arms, and there was a bloody hole in her head, and the blood kept pouring out, and soon stained her old face full of furrows.

The cauldron on the stove was still boiling syrup.

Seeing this, Wen Ranran hurriedly pushed Jiang Tang, "Tangtang, go and call the doctor!" ”

"Good!" Jiang Tang hurriedly ran out.

The scholar knelt beside the old man and cried loudly, "Grandma! Jiao Niang, what's going on?! ”

"I ......," the young woman choked with tears, "and when I came back, I saw my grandmother boiling sugar again, and I was going to stop her back into the house, and who knew that when she was in a hurry, she didn't stand firmly, and she hit her head on the stove!" It's my fault, it's me who didn't take a good look at grandma! ”

Hearing this, the scholar was sad and angry, but seeing the woman's crying pear blossoms and rain, he still couldn't bear to blame, but turned back frequently, "Why hasn't the doctor come yet?!" ”

Cheng Fenglou on the side squatted down, tested the old man's snort and pulse, and said softly: "Don't wait for the doctor, just prepare for the future." ”

？！

The scholar was shocked and hugged the old man and cried loudly in disbelief.

Wen Ranran sighed silently.

It's really unpredictable, life is impermanent......

"Twelve, what are you pulling?"

I don't know when, Cheng Fenglou was actually pulling the old man's right hand, which he was clutching until he died, and when he broke it, he saw that there was some white powder in the palm of the old man's hand.

Wen Ranran saw it clearly and was curious, "What is that?" ”

Without waiting for Cheng Fenglou to dip a little, Jiao Niang directly snatched the old man's hand and inadvertently called the powder away.

Jiao Niang glared and said, "You have to offend even grandma's corpse!" ”

Cheng Fenglou was stunned by her questioning so upside down, but Wen Ranran, who was watching from the sidelines, said "ah", which made the others inexplicable and a little flustered.

"Mrs. Zhang!" Wen Ranran said, "Twelve is a Taoist leader, and he was just sending a soul wish, why did you interrupt it?" Twelve Dao Chiefs, how is Grandma's soul now? ”

Jiao Niang looked at Cheng Fenglou suspiciously, and couldn't see where he looked like a Taoist at all. Zhang Sheng, who has always been filial, would rather believe that he has something or not, and he is already in a hurry.

Grandma accidentally hit and died, how can she not even be at peace with her soul?

Glancing at Jiao Niang reproachfully, he asked, "Dao Chief, how is it now?" ”

Cheng Fenglou glanced at Wen Ranran, but was grateful, and said thoughtfully: "Grandma was wronged when she died, and she had to carefully reorganize the body of the deceased before she could settle her soul, so she should find a bed to put it in first." ”

"Good!"

Zhang Sheng and Cheng Fenglou hurriedly moved Grandma Liu's body to Grandma's bed, Jiao Niang stopped in the kitchen, her eyes turned slightly, and she looked around and found that Wen Ranran was looking at herself, she was shocked, and hurried to take care of it.

Wen Ranran looked at Jiao Niang's back and chuckled, took the fire on the stove away, and stirred the syrup that was boiled just right.

"If only I had come earlier, maybe I could still eat Grandma's silk fructose."

Putting the lid on the pot, he turned around and walked towards Grandma's house.

As soon as I stepped on the threshold, I heard Cheng Fenglou's affirmative voice, "Grandma Liu didn't die purely by accident, but was drugged!" ”