The birthday banquet of the old head of the Sui family suddenly turned into a funeral banquet.

The fiancée of the eldest young master of the Sui family was knocked down by a vase in the study for no reason, and was stabbed in the chest by fragments, and died on the spot.

This matter couldn't be more bloody.

Every year she didn't dare to look at the next scene of people turning over on their backs, she hung her head and looked at the blood-stained wooden sign on Gu Qing's neck, her nest was gone, and Du Laobai would really not want her when she went back.

Drifting out of the Sui family every year, she is a ghost, so naturally she doesn't have to worry about the road.

floated all the way back to Du Laobai's yard, and Du Laobai was already waiting for her with a peachwood sword.

He has raised her for many years, and he can feel her breath early.

Nian Nian stopped at the door and stammered, "You listen to my explanation, this time I didn't return from me, I wanted to come back myself." ”

Du Laobai didn't relax at all, "Why?"

Nian Nian didn't know what to say, "Because of that, don't get excited, because I killed Gu Qing." ”

Du Laobai pinched the peachwood sword and rushed over, wanting to reward her with a soul.

Running around with her head in her arms, crying while hiding, "I don't know what's going on, why did the vase fall on her head." ”

Du Laobai's temples jumped, "My reputation is ruined in your hands." ”

In this world, where is there a little ghost who killed his master by mistake, if it is known that the little ghost he refined killed his master, will all those who were sold before be returned?

Du Laobai's physical strength couldn't keep up, and he gasped after chasing for a while, he threw the peach wood sword on the ground, "Come on, don't come back, I'm really afraid that one day you will accidentally kill me, you big Buddha, travel by yourself, maybe you meet someone who is hard, I can calm you, go and go." ”

Crying every year, "You really don't want me anymore." ”

Du Laobai made a gesture to pick up the peachwood sword on the ground, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly ran out.

She cried all the way and cried all the way, but she really had nowhere to go, so she went back to Gu Qing's house.

Her wooden plaque was still here, she had lived there since she could remember, and she couldn't bear it.

Gu Qing's house has set up a mourning hall, and she is lying in the coffin in the center of the mourning hall, and many people are wailing in front of her.

Drifting in every year, I saw Sui Yu at first sight.

This man, it's he who scared her so much that he missed.

Nian Nian may have been sad because she was kicked out, and she became bolder, she floated to Sui Yu's side and glared at him.

Sui Yu didn't look at the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, but looked down at the thing in his hand.

It was a small wooden plaque with ancient intricate patterns carved into it, and something that looked like a charm.

There were Gu Qing's blood stains on it, and he tried to wipe it, but he couldn't wipe it off.

He remembered that he had seen this kind of thing, and it was used to raise imps.

He went on a business trip at the beginning of the year, and the partner raised a little ghost, and the wooden card is a bit similar to this.

Sui Yu clenched the wooden sign tightly and looked up at the photo hanging in the middle of the mourning hall, in which the woman was smiling like a flower.

Gu Qing, Gu Qing.

He looked sideways at Sui Kai behind him again, and then the corners of his mouth curled in a mocking arc.

Nian Nian glared at Sui Yu for a while, and finally when she was tired, she turned around and floated above Gu Qing and looked at her.

Gu Qing is the richest and best-looking of all her masters.

Nature is also the shortest-lived.

Every year is sad, she doesn't want to kill her.

She landed on Gu Qing's coffin, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." ”

It's a pity that Gu Qing can't hear it.

Every year until the evening, the people in the mourning hall came and went, and then they walked and went, and finally only two older people were still crying here.

Listening to the crying and mourning for a day every year, I feel very irritable.

The middle-aged woman on the side was crying and weak, but she suddenly got up and came over to Gu Qing's coffin, "Qing'er, my Qing'er." ”

Nian Nian sat on the coffin, shook his head when he heard the words, and hid in the coffin, "It's noisy." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt a force in the coffin, which instantly pulled her down.

Before he could react to what was going on, he felt like he was fitting into a soft body.