Ai Xiaoluo suddenly had a soft mass in his hand, and he began to think about it...... Emma, what is this? Is it a token of love? He even thought of an embroidered purse, or an embroidered handkerchief, or a plush doll or ...... The more you think about it, the more evil it becomes! It's better to take a look......

He was just about to open it, but Ye Bing grabbed him: "Go back and look at ......" A pair of eyes flashed.

A pair of cold eyes in the courtyard stared at them fiercely: "Xiaoice, the guests are sent away, come back to work!" ”

Ye Bing agreed: "Hey, I'll go back to ...... right away" She pursed her lips, nodded to Ai Xiaoluo, turned around and went into the courtyard and plugged in the door.

Ai Xiaoluo stood stunned, grabbed the soft thing and stuffed it into his pocket, and strode back to Zhang Zhiye's house.

Zhang Zhiye's old house is lively. Many families who had received the favor of the old gentleman rushed to wake for him, after all, he died at the age of 135, which was a great joy.

Mao Si wore linen and wore filial piety, knelt in front of the spirit to thank the guests and offer condolences.

The fat man and Xiaofen ran over: "Second son, where did you go?" I'm going to die in a hurry, you are not in front of such a big matter, let you decide immediately, what will happen to the inheritance in the future? You can grow a little longer. ”

"Sister-in-law, if you don't let Mao Si be busy, then you go to accompany Ma Dai Xiao Zhang Luo in the future. Wait for the business to be done, this thing yard is all yours. ”

Xiao Fen sneered: "You used your sister-in-law as a mountain cannon, right?" Zhang Zhi is also helpless, has no relatives and no reason, what is the matter if I dress him in linen and wear filial piety? Who am I? Aren't you afraid that I will insult the Ai family? I don't care, I'm going to decide on this house. ”

Ai Xiaoluo said: "Sister-in-law, we can't use this house, donate it to the public!" More than 100 years can be regarded as a protected cultural relic......"

"That's not good, I saw Zhang Zhiye's will, and no one wants to take it away from me."

When encountering such a woman, Ai Xiaoluo was very helpless, there was a kind of show that met a soldier, and it was reasonable to say what it meant.

"Sister-in-law, let's put this matter aside for a while, and then discuss it when I finish the old man's affairs."

The guests came in and out, and Xiao Fen also felt that it was too early to make this request.

Suddenly, he remembered something: "Second son, I heard that our family still has a treasure inheritance left by our ancestors, what is it called the treasure of the Wuliang Palace?" Is there such a thing? ”

Ai Xiaoluo trembled in her heart: This girl is too greedy for money! If you can't make a plan, you will have a plan.

There was a cry outside the door, and the two women walked into the courtyard crying.

Xiao Fen looked at it: "Didn't you two see this funeral?" Crying and crying to ask for food, right? Get out of here! ”

Two nuns, dressed in patched robes, stood in the courtyard.

Ai Xiaoluo hurriedly greeted him: "Oh, isn't this the two masters of Huihong and Huizhu?" Where are you from? ”

Hui Hong wiped her tears and said, "Mr. Zhang asked us to come to our house today, saying that there is something urgent to tell us." My sister and I hurried from Putuo Mountain. I didn't expect ...... Today turned out to be the day when the old gentleman passed away. ”

Ai Xiaoluo admires Zhang Zhi very much, not only predicting life and death, but also accurately calculating his own limit! It's remarkable.

Huizhu said: "The old gentleman has taken good care of our Qingfeng Nunnery. This time, I came to attend his funeral ceremony and give him a ride to his old man's home. ”

Mao Sixiang grabbed the life-saving straw: "You guys are here!" Before the old gentleman's bones were cold, Master Ai came with his family to fight for the inheritance. ”

When the fat man saw Mao Si reversing black and white, he shouted: "We have to speak with our conscience!" Just now, we have all seen the scene of Ai Xiaoluo's approach, and it is clear who is who is not! Mr. Zhang entrusted everything to Ai Xiaoluo, how can he say that he brought his family to snatch it? ”

"Fatty, I know that you are towards Ai Xiaoluo, you and Xiaofen are all in the same group! I'm single, you can turn black and white upside down. ”

Huihong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the six roots of the monks are pure and do not ask about the world, and do not intervene in the troubles of the red dust." ”

Huizhu said: "Master Mao is the godgrandson of Mr. Zhang before his death, right?" ”

"yes, I'll take him to your Seifu-an."

Obviously, Mao Si regarded the two nuns as helpers and used them as a weight to compete for the inheritance.

Huihong Huizhu no longer paid attention to it, and the sisters looked sad, put three sticks of incense on the old gentleman, sat on the futon on the east and west sides and knocked on the wooden fish, and kept a vigil for the old gentleman.

The arrival of these two uninvited guests, Ai Xiaoluo was in a reverie. He is not worried about Zhang Zhiye's inheritance. There was a deep knot in his mind, and he couldn't tell what the mystery was......

He subconsciously touched his coat pocket, remembering that Ye Bing gave him a soft thing, he walked to the corner of the yard and took it out to take a closer look: this is a yellow velvet handkerchief, and the word "injustice" is written in the middle!

Ai Xiaoluo was taken aback! I thought this was a token of love given to him by Ye Bing, but after seeing it like this, I realized that there was another cave!

His thoughts quickly returned to the Ye family's coffin shop...... Recalling that Ye Wangquan was brushing the coffin with corpse oil, Ye Bing gave his father a look...... When he went out, he secretly gave him a yellow handkerchief...... On this bright yellow handkerchief turned out to be a red injustice! Connect these clues into a line, and I can't come up with a clue.

Suddenly, he turned around and saw Zhang Zhiye's spiritual position! He popped up with a bold idea: Didn't Zhang Zhi die of injury and unjustly? If it is a ghost who has died unjustly, he will definitely be angry, especially like Zhang Zhiye's half-immortal body, the resentment will be even greater! Brushing the coffin with corpse oil will control the resentment of the spirit, preventing it from turning into a zombie or a ghost. There is another point he can't figure out: why did Boss Ye spend a lot of money and be willing to send such a good coffin to Zhang Zhiye? 400,000! A coffin can be exchanged for a large house of more than 100 square meters in the city.

Why is Boss Ye so bloodless? Could it be that there is a ghost in the heart? He thought about it again and again, and his judgment was even stronger!

He beckoned to the fat man, and explained like this......

The fat man's head shook like a rattle: "Absolutely not......"

", you bear egg bag! Is it so difficult for you to do something? ”

The fat man was embarrassed: "You know me, let me do some hard work......"

"You say this—it doesn't fit well." The fat man looked at his figure.

"Don't worry, I'll send you in, you can do it when you have the opportunity! If something unexpected happens, I'll send a text message and I'll be there right away. ”

"Well, who made me want to learn from a teacher? Get out! The fat man made a V-shaped gesture.

At this time, it was dark, Ai Xiaoluo stood outside the door of the Ye family's coffin shop, and whispered to the fat man: "Look at my eyes for a while......

A few more people came one after another, and Ai Xiaoluo stood in front of the door and slapped twice: "Listen to me, let's go into Boss Ye's shop, don't look around, don't touch, don't ask, take the paper back to Mr. Zhang's yard, please everyone!" ”

He knocked on the door a few times, and the door of the coffin shop opened a crack, and one eye slipped through the crack in the door...... It seems to be searching for something, eerie......

"Why is it here again?".

"Uncle Ye, there are too many people in the village to mourn the old gentleman, I want to put wreaths and paper work in his yard to watch more lively."

Ye Wang opened the door, and the courtyard was full of white lanterns...... It's eerie and suffocating.