On July 15, the night was thick, and the Zhao family compound was brightly lit and particularly noisy.

The ancestor barely supported his son's coffin out of the main hall, so he let Wu's mother carry it and staggered to the backyard, and in the cold rain of the dark night, the back looked particularly desolate.

A white-haired person sending a black-haired person is a sad thing.

The light of the fire in the courtyard shone out the slightest line of rain, and the rain was much lighter than before, Fang Fei slowly followed the end of the line and sent it to the outside of the gate.

On the long street outside the gate, the filial son of the Zhao family knelt on the ground, and many people were already drenched in their clothes.

In the white crowd, Zhao Rongzhao knelt on his knees, his back was straight, and when his eyes swept to Fang Fei, who was standing in front of the door, the corners of his lips were hooked, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Fang Fei shuddered unconsciously, and subconsciously looked at the white area on the long street, but all of them lowered their heads, and no one raised their eyes to look back in the direction of the courtyard.

"Mrs. Tai, go back quickly, beware of catching a cold." It wasn't until the torch dragon disappeared at the end of the long street that Xiao Si on the gate stepped forward and said.

Fang Fei, who was looking at the rain curtain, was slightly stunned, and then turned back to the door.

In the sound of 'crunching', the main gate was closed by the two Xiao Si, and only two people were left on the gate......

Fang Fei glanced at the two of them and asked, "How many people are left in the house?" ”

"There must be about twenty people left on each door, and about a dozen in the back kitchen." The older Xiao Si thought for a while, and said: "Mrs. Tai, don't worry, with the prestige of our Zhao family for many years, no thief dares to make trouble, and there are dogs in every yard, if there is any trouble, we will arrive immediately." ”

The descendants of the family all went out for the funeral, no one stayed, and they didn't dare to light candles in the house, for fear of fire, the entire Zhao family mansion was pitch black, like a giant beast sleeping with a bloody mouth, I don't know when it will wake up suddenly.

"Mrs. Tai, let's send you back." The older Xiao Si took a 'Qi Death Wind Lamp' and brought it over, ready to send Fang Fei back.

Fang Fei was about to agree, but the younger Xiao Si immediately came over, tightly pulled the sleeve on the elder's arm, and said, "Second uncle...... I...... I'll go with you......" said as he poked his head around for fear that something terrible might come out of the darkness.

"You kid...... Don't mess around! The older one reprimanded his unangry nephew, but the young man refused to let go, and grabbed his uncle's arm tightly.

"No need, I'll just go back by myself, I can't do without people at the gate." With that, Fang Fei took the lantern of the 'Dead Wind Lantern', turned around and blended into the boundless night.

The older ones were not at ease, and were about to catch up, but they were dragged by their nephews, and when Fang Fei walked away, he explained: "Uncle, why are you so confused? Now there is no one in the inner house, if you send Mrs. Tai back, this lonely man and widow, if someone bumps into it, we can't tell if we are reasonable! ”

"Oops! How can you forget this stubble......" The older man patted his head, suddenly came to his senses, and then glared at his nephew, and had an epiphany: "I'll just say, you kid is usually not afraid of the sky, why are you so abnormal today, count your kid smart, come on, go back and drink two cups to warm up." ”

After saying that, the uncle and nephew happily went back to the small room to drink.

The Zhao family's mansion under the rain curtain was lifeless, reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, walking on the verandah, Fang Fei's footsteps were so light that he was about to float, and the lantern in his hand emitted a faint light, which seemed to be a ghost fire floating arbitrarily, which made people creepy.

Fang Fei didn't feel afraid, in her 'wandering' life, she had never seen a single person of the same kind, even if there were, in her experience, those 'things' couldn't do anything in the first place, compared to flesh-and-blood living people, they were more terrifying.

The gatekeeper on the second gate was also called to help, and the entire east courtyard was also dark. After passing through the back garden, I soon came to the Green Jade Xuan Courtyard, and the Yining Hall next door was brightly lit, which was a unique habit of the ancestors.

Green Yuxuan is also empty, pitch black, only the west side of the study is lit like beans, presumably Zhou's mother deliberately lit it, the afternoon account has not been finished, and someone from the front yard is urging.

Fang Fei originally planned to go to Yining Hall to rest overnight, but when he saw the lights in the study, he suddenly remembered the unfinished accounts, so he planned to sort them out first, and then it was not too late.

When the son is funeral, the ancestor is afraid that he will stay awake all night.

The Green Jade Pavilion was drawn by Mrs. Zhao himself, and he personally guided the craftsmen to build it, and it cost a lot of money. The old lady is elegant, likes the artistic conception of the small bridge and flowing water, deliberately let people dig the passage from the ground, and lead the water in the lotus pond into the green jade Xuan, and the flowing water goes around the bamboo forest, but it also has a unique scenery.

In the sound of rustling rain, Fang Fei crossed the bamboo forest path, stepped onto the bamboo bridge, and further on, he arrived at the study of the Zhao family grandfather, which was later converted into an account room by Fang Fei.

The late old lady always believed that 'everything is inferior, only reading is high', if he knew that his study was now full of copper stench, he was afraid that he would be so angry that he would kick the lid of the coffin.

Back in the house, Fang Fei let out a long breath, hung the lantern on the wall, and then untied the soaked cloak, and was about to hang it on the shelf, but the shelf seemed to move on its own, and it took a lot of effort to hang it.

Fang Fei raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, only then did he realize that he was lightheaded, groggy, and his vision became more and more blurred.

There was a strange sweetness in the air, Fang Fei secretly said that it was not good, he struggled to open his eyes, looked at the teapot on the table, took heavy steps, and staggered over.

Finally pounced on the round table, Fang Fei lifted the cold teapot, and was about to pour it on his head without thinking, when a black arm suddenly broke into the blurred line of sight and took the teapot without much effort.

A thick sense of sleepiness swept in, the top-heavy Fang Fei struggled in vain for a few moments, his eyes were dark, he could no longer resist the boundless sleepiness, as if he had been instantly drained of the muscles and bones of his body, his body slid softly down the table legs, and the dough was spread on the cold floor.

The owner of the black arm half-squatted, stretched out a hand and tentatively patted her fair cheek, and after seeing that she did not react, he took out the sack that had been prepared on his waist a long time ago, and put it on Fang Fei's head, half of his body went in, and then lifted her feet, pulled the bag forward, and the whole body was stuffed into the black bag.

After finishing a qiē, the man in black made a bow at the mouth of the bag with satisfaction, threw the bag over his shoulder, and took off the 'Qi Death Wind Lamp' hanging on the wall, and finally gently closed the door of the study, blending his figure into the vast night.

Yiqiē was so quiet as if it had never happened, except for the rustling of rain hitting bamboo leaves.

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