Wang Ming had a smile on his face, his eyes were gentle and soft when he looked at Mo Yiqian, and his lips moved slightly, as if to say: "Xiaoqian, marrying you is my greatest happiness! In the future, find a good person to marry~"

Then, like a big garlic plant, it went straight down.

Let's chirp~

It was a particularly clear sound, followed by the screams of passers-by, and some enthusiastically called the police, and more watched from afar.

Mo Yifu stuck out his head to look down like the residents of other floors, blocking his sister who was wailing like a heartbreak, and didn't let her see the man's fate.

The end is actually similar to the old Beijing pancakes that everyone often eats, but with more colors and shapes. The crowd gradually gathered, and slowly nothing could be seen.

However, several people in the room had different expressions.

Zhang Aihua hugged her daughter and comforted her softly, while wiping the tears in the corners of her eyes, but her eyes became brighter and brighter.

Lin Tong looked at Mo Yiyi, his mind was complicated, this man is really a ruthless person, is it worth entrusting for life?

Da Zhuang took the courage to come to the window and take a look, and shrank back with an oops, as if he was the one who jumped off the building and fell.

Mo Yiqian cried and cried, her sadness became overflowing, she didn't understand why it was just this moment of hard work, and her family was easily ruined. Where do we go from here?

The younger brother brought an abyss-like disaster to this family, but he is like a nobody, and now he runs to the kitchen again, looking for food, how big is his heart?

Da Zhuang also followed, looked at no one, and asked in a low voice: "It's annoying, you won't stop your brother-in-law from jumping off the building, why aren't you sad at all when he dies, is he evil? I think he has a problem, ghostly!"

Mo Yifu's face was gloomy as water, his eyes kept staring at the pot where the soup was boiling, and when he heard Da Zhuang ask, he sighed heavily, and suddenly showed a hint of banter: "Look at what my mother and my sister have been tortured into, I didn't chop him, it's already my heart is too soft!"

"Murder is illegal~" Da Zhuang muttered in a low voice, thinking that he didn't hear it, but he suffered a brain collapse, and his brain hurt for a while~

"Raise the bar, I'm using exaggeration to express my feelings, is it okay?"

Mo Yi was a little upset, and tried not to have a seizure.

Because it's far from over here!

Da Zhuang saw that his friend's mood was a little bad, and he wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but found that the effect was not good. I don't want to continue to play with him, but I'm really curious. So he came closer again.

"Annoying, you just threw the quilt downstairs, it can't really be your nephew, right?" After asking, Da Zhuang immediately hid to the side, afraid of another brain breakdown.

Mo Yifu glanced at him, his eyes were indifferent, deep as water.

Da Zhuang hurriedly covered his head and ran out. "I was wrong, I won't ask, don't be sad! No matter what you do, it's right, we will support you~"

Lin Tong sensed the oppression of the atmosphere and his face was full of worry. Unexpectedly, on the first day of visiting, she encountered such a tragic thing, and she was full of joy and wore a bright red, but unfortunately the festive costume failed to bring any joy to this family.

The loss of a child and a husband is already devastating. Mo Yiqian was already crying like a tearful person, holding the air with both hands, as if there was a child crying in her arms. Zhang Aihua had to accompany him and cry about the injustice of fate.

After a short time, Mo Yifu finally walked out of the kitchen, his steps slow and heavy, interrupting the crying of everyone in the living room and burning the pain to a new level.

He held the casserole in his hand and gently put it on the dining table, and the soup was stewed in the pot, which was the main soup of the day. Although the lid of the pot was still covered, the fragrance was still overflowing and spreading, and Da Zhuang couldn't help licking his lips and murmuring softly: It's so fragrant!

My friend chose to eat at this time, obviously not the right time and place, although he was also very hungry, but he at least knew how to be polite.

When Zhang Aihua saw his son's actions, he was angry and wanted to come forward to curse, but was pulled by the daughter in his arms. The person who stopped her couldn't stop the anger in his heart.

"Xiao annoyance, I haven't seen you for a few days, you seem to be a different person! Cold-blooded and cruel, you are simply unconscionable in doing things!"

Mo Yifu stared at his mother for a while, and ignored it, but beckoned Lin Tong and Da Zhuang to come to the dinner table. "You all think I'm doing something wrong, now I'm going to show you what's cooking in this pot, who is losing your conscience?"

He put his hand on the lid of the casserole, Zhang Aihua immediately became emotional, jumped up directly, and pointed at Mo Yifu: "Do you still have any humanity, are you going to be angry with me? I cooked the soup, do you suspect that I also have a problem? Or do you force me to jump off the building?"

Then, she broke free from the weak Mo Yiqian, moved two steps to the window, and made a gesture to stretch her head out.

Mo Yifu was silent, pressed the impulse in his heart, and didn't care about his mother's feints, but gently moved the lid of the casserole.

The movements were heavy and slow, as if he was moving a grinding disc, with his current physical fitness, let alone one grinding disc, even two grinding discs, it was effortless to move.

But now, he was about to be nervous, his face was red, and he could only move away slowly little by little.

Zhang Aihua rushed over with an arrow step, and re-closed the lid of the pot with one hand, and his movements were much smoother than his.

"Are you really going to eat?"

"What's the matter, can't you eat it?

Lin Tong and Da Zhuang finally realized that something was wrong at this time. There must be a problem with this soup, a problem with my mother-in-law, and a problem with my sister.

Otherwise, it can't be a problem, right?

Or is it a question between her and Da Zhuang?

"Da Zhuang, do you have tears from the cow? I want to see who is doing the ghost?" Lin Tong stretched out his hand to Da Zhuang.

"Miss Lin, today we are here to do business and do good things, how unlucky it is to bring that thing!" Da Zhuang reached into his pants pocket and took out a glass vial, his face was a little embarrassed. "Hey, there's really such a thing? Who put it in my pocket? Really, don't tell me!"

Da Zhuang applied two drops to his eyelids. Lin Tong also applied two drops, and when he looked around again, he was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged Mo Yian.

Da Zhuang also wanted to hug it, but when he wanted to cross the pot of soup, he took a look, and it was okay not to look at it. I almost passed out.

At this moment, there is an old ghost in black on the back of a troublesome mother who is smirking, a female ghost in red is eating and laughing on my sister's back, a male ghost in blue is smoking on the windowsill, and a bare-ass imp is sleeping in the pot playing with mother duck and baby duck toys. A happy and warm scene!

After being discovered by two ordinary people, they all grinned and pointed at them.

The male ghost on the windowsill spat out the cigarette, picked his teeth, and pulled his mouth into a big balloon, popping and releasing it.

A gloomy wind blew in an instant, the temperature suddenly dropped by several degrees, and the curtains were blown up, mixed with a whimpering and mournful sound.

The cry came from the female ghost, she no longer laughed, but learned the sad appearance of her sister, or the sad appearance of her sister learning from the female ghost, in short, one person and one ghost were crying at the same frequency. Three short and one long, like a toad lying on the ground, noisy and upset.

The old ghost on my mother's back put away his smiling face, and his pale face suddenly put on some makeup, and became blue and white, but unfortunately it was all pleats and not beautiful. In addition, he deliberately pretended to be angry, and was struggling to instruct his mother how to scold Mo Yian, so that he could relieve his hatred.

The foul language made the surrounding air extremely stinking, as if a dung tank had been placed here.

Only the little ghost in the soup is the most well-behaved, not noisy or noisy, and white and clean, and everyone loves him.

The little ghost was slicing the soup with great difficulty, and his little face was flushed with exhaustion. This soup looks a bit like a large bone broth or pork bone broth, the bones are large, the soup is pure white in color, and the aroma is strange.

Every time the little ghost smelled it, he exclaimed loudly: "Tang Daren!"

The little ghost's satisfied expression is a natural expression in the eyes of the ghosts, but it is strange and unpredictable in the eyes of everyone. Before the cow's tears, this pot of soup was indeed a normal pot of bone broth, but now after seeing the truth of the facts, let alone giving it to people, it is to feed the dogs, I'm afraid it will be difficult.

In order to avoid affecting appetite or sleep, to briefly describe this soup, there are probably snakes, insects, rats, ants and human skulls, leg bones and sternums, which seem to have been boiled for a long time, and have become very thick, and the smell has also changed slightly, like a septic tank in a ten-year cellar......

Da Zhuang vomited at once, because it was closer to the pot and closer to the little ghost, so he vomited all of his brains in the pot. Those snakes, insects, rats and ants suddenly came to life and rushed to eat. The imp was very angry, the duck toys stopped playing, the soup stopped drinking, and Wow Wow started crying.

Lin Tong originally just covered his mouth gently, and he could bear it, but now he seemed to be on the verge of collapse, his abdomen squirmed a few times, and his chest also jumped.

The judge's pen in Mo Yifu's hand had already slipped down, and the golden light was a little bit, and it was pointed at Lin Tong's forehead, and the feeling of nausea and discomfort immediately subsided a lot. It's just that you can't see the beautiful beating, and now is not the time to appreciate it.

Da Zhuang looked at his friend with blank eyes, hoping to be clicked by him, just like a concubine waiting to turn over the brand, but unfortunately he was too fat, and Mo Yian's eyes were all on the bodies of a few ghosts.

Mo Yi looked at these ghost things coldly, and was on high alert. Regardless of whether the opponent is strong or weak, strategically despise it, but tactically it must be valued. The rabbit kicks the eagle, especially not empty~

The temperature in the living room is still slowly dropping, the games that should be played have been played, and the damned ones are dead.

There is only the final boss left, and you can clear the level by killing him.

The four ghosts gathered together, the male ghost formed the legs, the female ghost formed the hands, the old ghost formed the body, and the little ghost formed the head, as if incarnated into a new huge ghost.

A pair of sharp horns slowly grew on the head of the little ghost, golden yellow, small ~

Woohoo woo woo ......

Looking up to the sky and roaring, the sky followed by a muffled thunder, low and deep, empty and far away.

Even the people downstairs watching the jump heard it and looked around for the source of the sound.