"Stop!"

Seeing that the girl was about to go out with a long sword on her back, the old man let out a deep sigh, and tears slipped down crookedly along the wrinkles: "Do you want your father to send you away?"

"Dad, is that all?"

The girl glanced back at the old man, and a round baby face was already blowing in the wind and rain, and the sky was very pitiful.

"No!" the old man raised his hand, and a fierce light suddenly emanated from his cloudy eyes, "Send your brother away, let's go together!"

The girl looked at the old man who had just escaped from the dungeon and opened her mouth: "...... Father. ”

Next, the father and daughter began to wipe the young man's body and tidy up his clothes, Meng Fan took out the incense candle and lit it, and the white smoke that diffused was slowly dispersed in the room like sadness.

The boy lay quietly on the bed.

I can't feel the heartache of others.

Meng Fan looked at the flickering candle flame of the medicine: "...... Hurt and parted!"

The girl was packing up the boy's belongings, found a few clothes for the boy, looked at it, shook her head dissatisfied, and muttered: "Brother died and didn't have any new clothes ......to wear."

Meng Fan suddenly remembered something, in order to resolve his grudge with the Yuxian faction, in order to deceive Su Pei that he was dead, he pretended to be dead in the Yuan family, and also set up a mourning hall, at this time, there were still a few sets of shrouds bought by Yuan Nantian in the Qiankun space, so he took them all out and handed them to the girl: "There are old-fashioned and new-style, come according to the appropriate customs!"

"This ......" The girl held those clothes, was stunned for a moment, raised her eyes to look at Meng Fan, and said in surprise, "You have all this?"

"I used to co-open a funeral shop. Meng Fan pursed his lips and told a half-truth and half-truth lie in good faith, I don't know how Zhang San's career is doing now, if Zhang San is here, he will definitely be able to hold a good funeral for the young man, he is good at this.

"There's even a suit!"

The girl's beautiful eyes flickered, she glanced at Meng Fan deeply, full of gratitude, took out a black suit, walked to the bed, gestured on the young man, and said softly: "Brother was always nagging before his death, I want to wear a suit to live in the secular world for a while, watch movies, go shopping, and if the opportunity is good, I can also watch a car show......

The girl kept talking, and then turned her head to Meng Fan and said, "This suit is just right, it's like it's tailor-made, thank you, thank you......"

If Meng Fan didn't turn into a pillar, he would indeed be very similar to the young man's figure.

The old man walked to the bed, looked at his son in a suit, and tears flowed down again, muttering, "Decent, decent!"

Then he turned around, pulled the girl, and bowed deeply to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan waved his hand and asked, "Did he like cars when he was alive?"

The girl nodded, pulled out a wooden box from under the bed, and after opening it, it was full of models of cars, large and small, red and green, dazzling, and said to Meng Fan: "He always complained when he was born, if he was born in the secular world, maybe he would be a taxi driver, preferably a racing driver, and here ......"

The girl's voice lowered: "But this is the cultivation world!"

Meng Fan stopped talking, sat down cross-legged, took out the paper binding materials, and began to tie up the paper.

When they were in the alley, Meng Fan escaped the pursuit of the patrol with a paper figure, and the father and daughter were not surprised, knowing that Meng Fan wanted to do his part, they thanked Meng Fan gratefully and continued to be busy.

When it was about to dawn, Meng Fan had already done the work in his hands.

Put two paper-tied sports cars and two golden boys and girls in front of the boy's bed.

Seeing this, the father and daughter kept thanking Meng Fan.

If there was no Meng Fan, the young man's funeral would have been much colder.

Right now......

It's been more than expected!

By this time, the room had completely changed.

The eyes are all black, and every trace of air reveals solemnity.

When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shone into the courtyard, the girl and the old man discussed, bowed to the young man's body, and said softly: "Brother, my father has just escaped, it is not easy to show his face, according to your last wishes, I will no longer bury you outside the city, and then you will spark, and the ashes will be sprinkled on the longest and widest street in Qingqiu City, you don't need to remember the past, leave it to me and my father, we will help you avenge your hatred, and the people who hurt you will not die well......"

The old man watched from the sidelines, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

An old face was wiped red, and tears were almost gone.

How he wished he was the one lying in bed!

After a period of silence, the old man raised his red and swollen eyes and said to Meng Fan: "Brother, look at this, I have tired you all night, and now you are going to give it away, can you help again?"

Since I'm wearing a suit.

With the paper car paper man.

The old man hoped that the funeral would go on in Meng Fan's way.

After that, he put a genealogy in Meng Fan's hands.

The old man's name is very simple, his name is Zhou Chunhai, but the name of the pair of dragon and phoenix brothers and sisters made Meng Fan stunned, the girl's name is Fennel, and the boy's name is Rannel......

Callus white is also high bamboo shoots.

Meng Fan couldn't help but sigh and sigh, the old man deserved to be a cook......

The names of the children are all spelled with Chapter 3, and the octopus still haunts his name.

And fennel and cocoon white are both vegetables!

The old man explained: "My mother loved to eat the cold fennel I made when she was alive, as well as fried white ......."

Meng Fan had no choice but to nod solemnly, stood in front of the young man's bed, and said to the father and daughter: "The funeral has been completed, the spirit has been guarded, the mourners have arrived, the dust is back to dust, the soil is back to the earth, Zhou Yubai has a good way." ”

Meng Fan grabbed the paper cart and raised his hand to burn it with fire attribute true qi.

When the girl named Fennel and the old man named Zhou Chunhai saw this, their pupils shrank suddenly!

What a blazing flame it was, stronger than all the cultivators they had ever seen!

Meng Fan grabbed the golden boy and jade girl and burned it to ashes, and said in a low voice: "Ranbai, keep it!"

When the words fell, the incense candles shook for a while, and the white smoke condensed into silk, swaying and floating in front of the mourning hall, as if there was a spirit, and bowed deeply to Meng Fan!

The old man and the maiden knelt on the ground, bowing their heads and weeping.

One for his own son, and the other for his twin brother!

Meng Fan's gaze swept over, and there was a pinprick pain in his heart!

When the tobacco dissipated, Meng Fan opened his mouth and asked, "Uncle Zhou, if you don't bury it, burn it in the house or in the yard?"

The old man and the girl glanced at each other, they originally wanted to burn the body in the courtyard, but Meng Fan's fire control technique was too powerful, it was more suitable in the house, they had an idea in their hearts, that is, to conceal the death of the young man, and then take revenge!

The more low-key the funeral, the better!

lest the enemy be wary!

The old man said in a deep voice, "It's good to be in the house." ”

Meng Fan nodded, pressed his hand on the young man's chest, and entered a wisp of fire attribute true qi into it, and then his mind moved, and the fire attribute true qi burned in the young man's body, and in an instant, the young man was like a blooming purple flower, blooming on the bed!

Miraculously, the bed was not affected in any way!

The old man took a deep breath in sadness, he didn't expect that Meng Fan's control of fire had reached the level of being unpredictable, looking at his son's body turning into ashes, he couldn't help crying again, and then walked to the window and put up a handful of white ash.

This was Meng Fan's deliberate reduction in the intensity of the flames.

Otherwise, the teenager will not even leave ashes.

It was at this time that something unexpected happened, only to hear a "clanging" sound from the bottom of the bed, and then the buzzing sound continued, as if something was playing a role under the bed, and the old man stretched out his hand under the bed with a calm and sad face......

PS: The third update is sent, the foreshadowing is almost over, Meng Fan's big scourge is about to come out, wahahaha.

(End of chapter)