I lay on the bed, gasped for a while, and sat up.

Only then did I realize that it was already dawn.

I want to tell Fatty Shi that he has paid back what he owes me.

But unexpectedly, the fat man suddenly changed his face and asked me a little sneakily:

"You followed you just now? You dare to watch the ghost messenger. You guys are really brave. The company doesn't light the bright light, so are you afraid that you can't come back?"

I swallowed it back when I said something, and nodded with shamelessness, "It's urgent to do things, and I don't have to prepare. Besides, you're there to guard it."

The fat man asked curiously again: "What does that ghost look like? Where did you follow them?"

Just at this moment, Sun Lu's voice came from the courtyard: "How is it inside?"

I hurriedly said to the fat man, "Stop talking, go out and see how they are preparing."

I am not sincerely slapping the swollen face and pretending to be fat, nor am I not knowing my kindness and not repaying my kindness.

The main reason is that this fat man kept saying that he wanted to kill me and let him know that he had saved my life just now, and the two of them had to pay for each other and no longer owe each other. It is hard to say when he was confused and really gave me that moment behind his back. Who can stand it?

I put on my clothes and checked Yue Shan's condition. She was the same as when something happened at night.

I went out and asked Bai Jing to enter the house and help her put on her clothes.

Sun Tuzi came over and said to me:

"All everything you want is ready. Good guy, the only funeral shop in the town is almost empty."

I saw that I had everything, so I said to the fat man:

"You know more about this than me, and you also understand the general situation of the matter. You can arrange what to do."

The fat man didn't refuse, walked to the middle of the yard, looked around, pointed to the room last night and said:

"Let's still be here, just set up this house into a mourning hall. The more grand it can be, the more grand it can be."

Although Sun Lu's uncle got Wang Xi's promise, he couldn't help asking:

"You really want to send dead people to me? Then you have to let me know who I am, right?"

"Her uncle is the third one!"

Wang Xizhen said a little gloomy, "I said, I will only lend you your place to use it, and I will give you a set of townships in the city in the future."

Only then did I understand why Uncle Sun Lu changed his attitude before.

The townhouse in the city is nothing to a person like Wang Xizhen, but to a country man like Sun Lu, it is equivalent to making his family less struggling.

Sun Lu's uncle is not a backbone person. It is certainly one thing that is moved by interests, but in the end he promised us to set up a mourning hall in his house, mainly because we are all friends of his nephew.

Of course, at this age, he also has a subjective sense of self-defense.

It is reflected in the fact that when I said last night that I wanted to find a room and asked to unload the door panel, he seemed to have expected something. He did not arrange the small building of his house for us, but provided us with an old bungalow on one side of the yard.

After this special "fury" was completed, at most, he could demolish the dilapidated house. Not only did he lose no money, he also got a house in the city in vain.

Soon, inside and outside the house were set up as a mourning hall.

Bai Jing walked over and asked hesitantly, should she change Yue Shan's shroud and "happy quilt"?

Fatty Shi said that as long as the mourning hall is arranged in Zhou Zheng, the clothes can be replaced or not.

I said to Bai Jing: Since this is the case, don’t change the clothes and bedding, otherwise even if Yue Shan can wake up, she will be scared to death when she sees herself wearing a shroud.

Fatty Shi took out a bundle of "Shining Thunder" from the things he prepared, and took it apart and distributed it to me, Sun Lu, Dou Dabao.

The four of them were in the yard and put the flashing lightning ping-pong.

Then, as if he was really doing funeral, he went to the mourning hall to burn incense in turn.

After the incident, the fat man frowned and said, "I'm afraid this is not enough. It's better to find her family, bring incense sticks for her, and keep a guard for her. If you can't find it, you can only be the one who keeps your guard."

I waved my hand quickly, "Where can it be done? I just saved her life. If I really keep my soul as my own family, wouldn't it be a fake?"

Besides, if this is a wake, can’t the main business be done?

Fatty Shi spread his hands: "Since it's a mourning hall, there must be someone keeping a guard."

As he was talking, Wang Xi really rang.

He took out the phone and looked at me, made a 'wait' gesture, and walked out quickly.

I told the fat man that I have my own business to do when I come here, and I must not delay the main business just because I save people.

After a night of hard work, I was really hungry, so I asked Uncle Sun Lu if I had any cushion for food.

At this moment, an old trolley voice suddenly came from behind him: "Fuck! Why did you do funeral when you are alive? Xizhen, are you kicking your donkey in your brain?"

He followed the voice and cursed: "Which bastard advocates doing this bastard? Get out of here!"

Just hearing the sound, I had already guessed the identity of the visitor.

If you can be so rude to Wang Xi, I'm afraid the only one is Feng Wansan.

What happened to Yue Shan, from Wang Xizhen's perspective, he naturally wanted to notify the people.

The fat man wandered to me and said vaguely: "I am only responsible for helping you with this matter, explaining it to my family, and you have to do it."

I nodded, breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around with a calm face.

I have already planned to do so, no matter what the person comes to think, I will only tell the truth. As for the twists and turns in it, I really don’t want to care about it anymore.

But the moment I turned around, I met the person who came, and both sides were shocked.

I had this reaction because I discovered that this famous Feng Wansan seemed familiar to me.

Although I wasn't sure when I had met him, I'm sure I've had 100% contact with him.

Wang Xizhen seemed to feel the strange reaction of the man and whispered to him: "Third brother, this is Master Xu who I told you. He is really capable, he..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man waved his hand and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "I know...I know..."

I looked at this man and there was another strange silence.

In this gap, I looked up and down carefully and searched quickly in my mind about the memory of this person.

This man was about forty or fifty years old, taller than Wang Xi, but very thin. He seemed to have just recovered from a serious illness, and everyone stood there shaking.

I looked at this man several times, my eyes fell on his feet, and suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through my mind.

"It's you?!"

I finally remembered when I had seen this person.

I remember that it was not long ago, because of Wu Weimin's affairs, I embarked on the so-called Yin-Yang Road.

That time, Shen Qing and I saw a fraudulent body in the morgue in the hospital.

The man was tall and thin, and the number marked on the sign on the toes was - 216!
Chapter completed!