Lei Qianjun's expression was a lot more relaxed, "Okay, since that's the case, let's find someone to start the grave ourselves in the future! Don't worry too much." ”

Song Yiran nodded, "Brother Lei, I'm tired and want to rest for a while." ”

"Okay, you sleep for a while, I'm on the other side, something calls me. Lei Qianjun got up and strode to the door.

Song Yiran's eyelids were a little heavy, she nestled directly on the bed~ and yawned: "Help me close the door." ”

Lei Qianjun gently closed the door and stood outside the door thoughtfully, but he was afraid that he would think too much, afraid that he would be worried, and did not tell the truth. How could he not see Ran Ran's careful thoughts? If he wanted to deceive himself in three or two sentences, how could it be so easy? If Ran Ran hid it from him, it must be a big deal, otherwise, what could she not tell herself publicly? She had even told herself about space, fairy water, and abilities, so what else could she not say?

Lei Qianjun took the key and opened the door, entered the house, thought about it, walked out again, gently closed the door, passed by Song Yiran's door lightly, and trotted all the way downstairs.

Lei Qianjun didn't drive, and ran directly to Mr. Feng Shui's house.

When Mr. Feng Shui saw him, his brows furrowed slightly, obviously very surprised and displeased.

"Sir, can you say what you said to my fiancée again?" Lei Qianjun took out several large solidarity sheets, "I'm worried about her." Whether it's true or not, no matter what Mr. says, we won't come again, and the matter has nothing to do with Mr. ”

Mr. Feng Shui frowned, he is not good at learning the arts, and he can't be extraordinary! Anyway, if you are alive, you have to eat! Those who do their business are not able to drink dew to live! Moreover, that face is indeed extremely strange, he can't see through it, he can't see through it, he can't see into the heavens, and for ordinary people, it's even more harmless!

Mr. Feng Shui repeated the previous words.

Lei Qianjun listened, his face turned pale.

Mr. Feng Shui was taken aback, this one looked like he was going to eat people! Sure enough, he was born in martial arts, so he couldn't be messed with!

Fortunately, Lei Qianjun was still sane, and he didn't embarrass Mr. Feng Shui, and strode out, it seemed that he would not come back in the future.

Mr. Feng Shui patted his heart in horror, and muttered to himself while picking up the great unity: "Although the ancestor is buried in a desperate place, it is fortunate that he has a good heart to help the world, and good people are rewarded." Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, twists and turns, although the road ahead is mostly dangerous, but fortunately, life is precious, and God blesses. Don't say it, don't say it......"

Lei Qianjun ran out in one breath and kicked the telephone pole a few times at the mouth of the alley.

It was like a big rock in his chest, and he couldn't breathe!

What kind of life decay, the fate of early death, is just nonsense!

He gasped a few times before he suppressed the boredom in his heart. The god stick said that Ran Ran's death had passed, and what I wanted to say was the time when she was almost burned to death, she was reborn from the fire, and she had a special ability, God helped Ran Ran, and she was naturally fine!

Ran Ran will be fine! He will take care of her! They will only get better and better in the future.

She has so many powerful hole cards in her hand, and the people who can hurt her are afraid that they haven't been born yet!

Lei Qianjun silently thought of some words to soothe his emotions, and felt that he was in a much better mood. He found a grocery store, bought some food and brought it back to the guest house.

When he walked outside the door of Song Yiran's room, Lei Qianjun pricked up his ears and listened, but he didn't hear any sound, thinking that Ranran should be asleep, right? He was a lot relieved, turned around and went back to his room.

Song Yiran withdrew his ability, turned over, closed his eyes, and had a faint smile on his lips.

Is it stupid! I was afraid that she would have something bad to hide, so I deliberately ran back and asked?

What happened after I asked, didn't it make me feel bad?

Song Yiran really wanted to impulsively run to Lei Qianjun's side and tell her that he was fine, and he would get better and better in the future!

The original owner is a premature death, and she is no longer there! She came, but she became a person with the original owner, but it became a dead doom!

Of course, she and the original owner have become a person and are inseparable, so the cause and effect relationship left to her by the original owner, whether it is good or bad, has to be borne by her.

Borrowing a corpse to resurrect a soul is more bizarre than abilities and space, and it's harder to speak.

Forget it, there is no other way but to take one step at a time! Fortunately, none of this is a bad thing.

Song Yiran closed his eyes, this time he was really asleep.

Two hours later, Song Yiran washed his face and went downstairs with Lei Qianjun to eat.

I found a small restaurant with roasted wheat and mutton soup, and the two of them walked back after eating and drinking, and then wanted to inquire where there was a longevity store.

Compulsory cremation has not yet begun, and burial is still the way of burial in many places. At this time, the longevity store is rare, many people are looking for a carpenter to specialize in making, pay attention to a little place, the old man is still alive to prepare the longevity, a good longevity has to go through dozens of processes, the time is too hasty to do.

If Song Yiran wants to cremate the bones of Old Man Song, he must find a coffin and send people to the funeral home first, otherwise this matter will be difficult to do. The deceased is the greatest, she can't find a broken mat or find a sack to take the old man Song to the funeral home! That would be too disrespectful to the deceased.

"I listened to Chai Xiaofen, as if she knew where to sell these things, even with Shoucun, filial piety, paper money, anyway. Song Yiran said: "I'm strange, in the past few years, there have been more births, old age, sickness and death, can't you even use longevity!?"

"I guess other procedures are the same, but there may not be so much attention to when buried. "What kind of flags, pots, paper money, etc., in the most serious years, it is estimated that they have been eliminated!

"Well, in fact, in this kind of life and death matter, we should pay attention to some human feelings, after all, they are thousands of years of tradition. Song Yiran snorted lightly, "Fortunately, everything is back to normal now!"

"Hmm!"

The two of them walked and chatted, and when they turned the corner, they really found some funeral supplies in front of an extremely inconspicuous shop, including paper wreaths, white lanterns, and stone tablets. Look in the shop, ho, weird, Sankou Shoucun is neatly placed in one place, I'm afraid that the timid will be frightened when they see this scene.

"Is there anyone?" Song Yiran and Lei Qianjun stood in the shop and looked around, "Is there anyone?"

It seemed that there was a backyard at the back of the shop, and soon she heard a noise.

"Coming, coming!" a woman walked out with the curtain lifted, "here." ”

When Song Yiran saw the shopkeeper, he was obviously stunned, "You are the shopkeeper?"

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