"Mr. Jim, I really appreciate you coming from England to my father's funeral. Wei Tingting said decently, "If you are tired of traveling, you should incense first." ”

"Okay, Miss Wei, I value my friendship with Mr. Wei very much. Jim said, in the past, Shang Xiang, sighed at the portrait of Mr. Wei, "Mr. Wei, after you leave, your daughter will be lonely, but don't worry, I, as your friend, will definitely help you take care of it." ”

Hearing the words of this foreigner, many of the Shenzhou people present were directly speechless, Nima's, you have to be shameless, how many people in Wei Tingting want to take care of it, you actually want to take care of it, don't think that you are a foreigner and you are amazing. Is this foreigner here to do something, or is it just talking?

"Tingting, let me introduce you, this is my son, Lund. Jim said.

"Hello, Miss Tingting. "The man named Lund stepped forward, a handsome foreigner, and a gentleman.

"Hello. Wei Tingting said, feeling as if he had been on a blind date.

"I will get through it with you," said Lund. ”

Wei Tingting: "Thank you." ”

Jim took the foreigners and sat in the back.

These foreigners really looked like they had come to mourn, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Then, there were local celebrities again, everyone offered incense, and comforted Wei Tingting.

"There are butterflies. ”

Someone exclaimed,

When everyone looked, there was really a butterfly flying in.

It's a beautiful butterfly.

"It is said that after a person dies, the one who can see the butterfly is to take the person's soul away and guide the way to Huangquan Road. ”

"Yes, this is a remark, I didn't expect to meet it here for the first time. ”

"However, in the future, there will be legends of ghosts and gods, after people die, they will turn into butterflies, I don't know if it's true. “

"Who knows, if you believe it, you don't believe it, and I have heard that when people die and butterflies appear, they miss the world very much, and they don't want to leave like this. ”

The people in the mourning hall whispered.

Wei Tingting looked at the good-looking butterfly, and her eyes were also a little tender.

Is the legend of those beautiful butterflies true? It is said that when Liang Zhu died, there were many butterflies in front of the tomb, so he left a poignant story.

"Dad, go with peace of mind, I will definitely live well. Wei Tingting said slowly, his eyes were extremely firm.

Zhao Ping has been staring at the butterfly, frowning, after a person dies, there will be butterflies, this can be there, but, there are so many people here, the butterflies just flew in so rashly, not afraid of life at all, isn't it strange?

The butterfly finally stopped on the coffin, flapping its beautiful wings, and everyone was stunned.

I can't bear to disturb the butterflies this time.

In just a few seconds, the butterfly suddenly made a bird's call, and when you listen carefully, it looks like a crow, and this call is instantly terrifying and weird.

"What is this?"

"The butterfly makes the sound of a crow. ”

"It's weird. ”

"Crow voice, isn't this a butterfly?"

"Has the butterfly become a crow?"

"The crow appears, it's just ominous. ”

Wei Tingting's face also changed, this is too abnormal.

Zhao Ping secretly screamed that it was not good, sure enough, someone was making trouble, was it Wei Yun? Or the person from Zhongnanshan before, those policemen didn't find anyone,, the work efficiency is so low, I was very disappointed that I said the characteristics, but I still couldn't get it done.

"Don't panic," Zhao Ping immediately stood up, "This is a butterfly, why is there a sound of crows, I think it may be that the weather has been bad recently, and you also know that our natural environment is very damaged now, so it may be mutated, I will drive the butterfly away,"

"A lot of butterflies are flying in. ”

"It's really beautiful. “

Everyone looked at it, but it's not, countless butterflies flew in outside, if there were artists, people who like photography would be happy and happy, and the butterflies flew in pairs, but these butterflies made a sound similar to crows, becoming a weird and frightening scene, and the mourning hall was also a little chaotic for a while.

"Get out. Zhao Ping shouted, strode to the front of the coffin, and then, with a finger, the spirit rune appeared, the temperature of the flame was pressing, but these butterflies were like moths to the fire, rushing towards this spirit rune, and in an instant, more than a dozen were burned to death, all of which fell on the ground, which was a bit distressing.

"Day. Zhao Ping snorted coldly, there are more and more of these butterflies, the mourning hall is full of butterflies, this is beyond Zhao Ping's imagination, he is still thinking about whether to come out with a big move to suppress the Horcruxes, these butterflies have been controlled by people, and no one can be found for a while, so he can only be burned to death first.

"Zhao Ping, this is not good," at this time, Wei Yun stood up and said loudly, "You burn the butterfly, so that Dad will also be burned, I heard that the butterfly and the human soul are the same, both are beautiful and fragile." “

Many people also nodded their heads, saying that they had also heard such a legend that people would turn into butterflies after death.

Zhao Ping is holding a fire to burn butterflies, this is burning Mr. Wei.

"What do you mean?" asked Zhao Ping.

"I'll try. Wei Yun said, "When I was studying abroad, I studied some biology, and I believe that butterflies will not come in for no reason." ”

"Oh, is it?" said Zhao Ping. "You try. ”

Wei Yun quickly walked to the center, and all the eyes of everyone were focused on Wei Yun's face.

Wei Yun instantly felt comfortable all over his body, and this was the most dazzling moment.

Wei Yun said slowly, "Although I am my father's godson, I am also very sad about my father's departure, uncles and uncles, I will prove that my talent will not lose to my father." ”

"These butterflies should be here to guide my father's soul to Huangquan Road. Wei Yun said, "When I was studying in the past, I also saw these situations abroad, so I knew very well that burning butterflies with fire was a blasphemous act." ”

Everyone looked at Zhao Ping again, Zhao Ping smiled, okay, yes, Mr. Wei Yun, is your performance about to start, Annai can't stop it, well, I'll just watch you perform quietly.

Now, Zhao Ping can basically judge why Wei Yun has been so low-key and quiet before, it turns out that he is waiting for an opportunity, but there is a doubt, why do you have to wait until a foreigner comes to make a move?

What do these foreigners have to do with Wei Yun before? It's really interesting.

Zhao Ping was looking forward to it, and he also wanted to see some of Wei Yun's abilities.

Of course, if it is divided by martial arts, Zhao Ping can crush Wei Yun, but Wei Yun must have other means, so Zhao Ping is giving him a chance.

"To make these butterflies obedient, then, you have to communicate with the butterflies. Wei Yun said. "You must be very strange, how to communicate? First, sound, second, behavior, butterflies also have senses, they also have eyes, but we rarely perceive it, and I know biology best. “

Saying that, Wei Yun's mouth moved, and he made a kind of cicada chirping sound, but after listening carefully, this is not the sound of cicadas, it is clearer than cicada chirping, revealing a kind of bewitchment, of course, this is Zhao Ping's idea, other ordinary people naturally don't think like this, they all think that this sound is very good, it is simply the sound of nature, it turns out that the voice of butterflies is like this. Then they saw that Wei Yun stretched out his hands, and his voice was demonic: "Here, it is your eternal warm harbor, come to me." ”

Those butterflies flew over one by one, spinning densely above Wei Yun.

For a while, Wei Yun became a "spiritual" person, all the butterflies were concentrated in the sky by him, and a few of them landed on his arms and shoulders, and he seemed to be the embodiment of butterflies.

"Wow. ”

Someone was stunned.

"I thought it was a movie. ”

Someone stared.

"O gods. ”

Others worshipped it.

Even Wei Tingting's eyes showed a look of admiration.

"Zhao Ping, Wei Yun seems to be a good person. ”

Gong Mo said to Zhao Ping in a low voice.

Zhao Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry about jumping to conclusions so quickly, the best is ahead." ”

Gong Mo rolled his eyes and said, "You're jealous." ”

"I'm jealous?" Zhao Pingle said. "You're kidding, I'm watching him perform. ‘

However, people's performances have also won the respect of many people, what a beautiful battle. Gong Mo said, "You just take the spirit talisman and come out and burn the butterfly, and make a judgment." ”

Zhao Ping said, "Eldest sister, you don't understand, if you don't burn the butterflies, I'm afraid that these butterflies will bite people to death." ”

"I didn't see Wei Yun biting to death. ”

"Maybe Wei Yun is the mastermind," Zhao Ping said, "just keep watching." “

Wei Yun's face was that pious look: "Butterfly is a kind of spirituality, we can't hurt and burn to death at will just because we are weak." ”

Zhao Ping immediately got the eyes of others "disdain, contempt",