At noon on the same day, news came from Lian'an City that the wealthy Song Shao was wiped out by the Demon Sect overnight, and spread all over the country in one day. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

People have speculated about what kind of people Song Shao has offended in order to be able to afford the Demon Sect to destroy him. After the tea and dinner, the Song Mansion and the Demon Sect became a commonplace in people's mouths, as if you were not from the Dongfang Hao Kingdom if you didn't mention these words. From the perspective of their own onlookers, everyone pointed fingers, or talked about this heavy topic with a frivolous face or a solemn face, and developed this matter into N different versions from beginning to end with their own brains.

But strangely, there is no news that Song Ziyu is still alive.

Why?

After a few days in a row, when Lan Xiaoyi crossed Erlang's legs and listened to the patients in the medical hall, she finally couldn't help but ask cautiously: "Are they all dead?" ”

The old man showed an expression that was even more sad and angry than his dead father: "Hmm! Hundreds of people in the whole house died. Let me tell you, it was a miserable death, there was no wound on the whole body, only blood oozing from the corners of the mouth, do you know why? It's because the internal organs are ruptured......" The old man couldn't help but dance as he spoke, and he was so emotional.

"Uncle, please put your hands on the table." Han Yi smiled and patted his arm and motioned for him to set it up.

The old man turned his head, hurriedly made it upright like a child who had made a mistake, and put his arm on the table.

Lan Xiaoyi glanced at Song Ziyu, who was sitting in the corner meditating, and his figure was unusually declining.

If the whole house is destroyed, what will happen to him? When the body was counted, it was not found that the little son of the Song family was not there? It stands to reason that how could the murderer of this kind of murder case let go of the young master of this family? If you don't want to be killed in the future, you have to do it now.

Lan Xiaoyi was stunned, turned around and climbed back on the bed. She had seen that miserable scene, and she didn't know what Song Ziyu's thoughts were. Lan Xiaoyi glanced at Song Ziyu from time to time, and it was really unaccustomed to the fact that a person who was usually a hanger suddenly became serious. It's as if every day before a heavy rainstorm, the air pressure is too low to breathe.

At this moment, Song Ziyu's body suddenly moved, and Lan Xiaoyi hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked at the ceiling and snorted.

Song Ziyu jumped off the bed, walked to the old man's side and said, "May I ask this old man, do you know how the corpse of the Song Mansion was disposed of?" ”

Lan Xiaoyi's eyes were attracted by this question again, and he saw that the old man suddenly came to his senses, his eyes lit up, and his goatee was trembling slightly, as if he was gossiping about idols in the twenty-first century.

He danced again: "Do you know the tomb in the west outside Lian'an City? It was miserable during the day, and it was terrifyingly silent, and there were often inexplicable white shadows, and it was said that someone went at night and then disappeared......"

Before the old man finished speaking, Song Ziyu hugged his fists and said, "Thank you." Then he turned around and said to Yun Li, who was serving tea and pouring water, "Yun Li, go." ”

As soon as Song Ziyu turned around, the old man was slightly embarrassed for a second, and then turned his head to Han Yi and said, "Doctor Han, you know the western part of Lin'an City......"

Han Yi smiled and nodded, "Hmm." Come, uncle, this is your prescription, take it and grab the medicine. ”

"Oh, good. Thank you. The old man froze, and his radiant face just now was swept away.

When the old man walked out of the door, Han Yi shouted: "Song Gongzi, you want to go to the tomb to worship?" ”

Song Ziyu froze and nodded.

Han Yi smiled: "Go early and return early." ”

Lan Xiaoyi admires Han Yi very much, she always smiles when she talks and acts, as if there is nothing to worry about in this world. Even if there are all kinds of pain and misery in front of her, she greets her with a smile, and she can't say that she doesn't care about the grief of others, she probably just thinks it's unnecessary? Lan Xiaoyi didn't know her upbringing, but because of this, she wanted to affectionately call her Sister Han Yi.

People are attracted to each other, in addition to like-mindedness, it is also possible that the other person has skills that you can't do even if you try your best.

For example, indifference in the face of death.

Song Ziyu breathed a long sigh of relief, walked up to Han Yi and said, "Thank you Dr. Han for saving your life, these are not respectful." He waved his hand, and Yun Lime walked around behind him, holding a few silver tickets in his hands, and solemnly presented them with both hands. Even if it's me, and that crazy girl, Shekin. ”

"Mad girl?" Lan Xiaoyi's gaze was like a torch.

Han Yi unceremoniously took the silver ticket and said, "I like money the most, even the son of a rich man in Ancheng is different." Haha, but you're leaving after worshipping? ”

Song Ziyu nodded and said, "Yes, we still have important matters." ”

Han Yi flew wildly with the silver ticket, and said with a spring breeze on his face: "Okay." But you have to be careful when you take revenge, after all, the killer hired by the other party is a member of the Demon Sect, and the mastermind behind the scenes is definitely not an idle person. Looking forward to the good news of your success, hee-hee. ”

Song Ziyu's face sank again, but immediately returned to normal, turned to Lan Xiaoyi and said, "You also pack up and leave together." ”

"Me? Coming with you. Lan Xiaoyi pointed at himself and at them.

Song Ziyu said: "My father and mother treated you well when they were alive, why don't you go and worship and wait for them to come to you?" ”

"I'll go, go!" Lan Xiaoyi jumped off the bed violently.

Can you stop scaring her? That day, the mother-in-law of the thousand nights hadn't taken away the shadow in her heart.

However, Lan Xiaoyi looked at Song Ziyu's face and couldn't help but smile slightly. Song Ziyu is not completely decadent, Song Ziyu is still Song Ziyu. No matter what, she hopes that every good person can be happy.

It's just that happiness can't stop the fear of death.

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When Lan Xiaoyi stood in front of the brand-new tombstone, a huge sense of fear came out of his heart like a spring.

This place is the ghost land in the old man's mouth, but the weather is clear, the grass and trees are lush, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. She couldn't help but think of a horror movie she watched in the third grade of primary school, called "The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village", when the weather outside was so good, but she felt that there was always something behind her, maybe she was still shouting "Xiaoqiang".

Anyway, this place is not as terrifying as the old man said, but she is even more terrified in her heart than he said.

In an instant, the gatekeeper lying outside the door of the Song Mansion suddenly opened his eyes, walked up to her with blood in his mouth and said, "Why don't you save me......"

Lan Xiaoyi held her breath, bowed a few times, pulled the corner of Song Ziyu's clothes and whispered: "Song Ziyu, don't be sad, I have been an orphan since I was a child, I was discriminated against and bullied, and I am even worse." If you're done praying, we'll go. ”

Song Ziyu's face suddenly showed a trace of indescribable look, but he didn't speak, looked back at Yun Linden, Yun Lin nodded, and quickly walked through the rows of graves to the bushes, and suddenly he asked, "Who?" Come out! ”

"Ahh Lan Xiaoyi was startled by Yun Liden's voice, hugged Song Ziyu's arm tightly, and closed his eyes and put his whole body on him.

———— Su has something to say————

Headache. Lie down to the corpse == Oh, when I am full of energy and no longer so depressed, I will be the second more. The manuscript is no longer available. Sosad.