White lanterns, black cloth, that is the funeral costume, the Xin family has a funeral.

There was only one Xin family left, and Xin died.

His feet were filled with lead, his throat was blocked, and he suddenly felt struggling, and his eyes were sour.

"It's late."

Xin Lin sighed lightly.

This is not Xin Lin's reaction, but the instinctive reaction of "Xin Lin's" body.

After being abandoned by Sikong Ran, "she" didn't even have her mother.

Inside the house, there was a voice.

Xin Lin quickly dodged and hid beside the haystack, and several village women walked out.

"The Xin family is really pitiful, I didn't see that unfilial daughter when I was dying, and I didn't even see anyone to die."

"Xin Lin's girl, she really killed a thousand knives, she worked in a shameless place like Tianxianglou, and she was interested in getting rich, and she also lost Xin's early death, otherwise she would really be angry to death."

"I'll just say, that girl looks like a fox, her voice is pretentious, and she doesn't look like a good girl."

"It's also thanks to Sikong's righteousness, thinking about his childhood feelings, and willing to arrange a funeral for Xin Lin."

"Sikong Ran is really a good boy, I just said, that child is promising at a glance."

Woman, you look at me and say a word, the current meaning is nothing more than that Xin Lin is not filial, how can Sikong Ran get it.

Through their words, Xin Lin learned that Xin Shi was sick a month ago, and she wrote to her daughter to come back, but Xin Lin refused to come back.

Yesterday, Sikong Ran came to visit Xin's, and Xin's learned that his daughter was "selling herself" in Tianxianglou, so angry that she vomited blood, and died that night.

It's midday in the middle of summer, and the sun is shining.

Xin Lin felt that her hands and feet were cold, her teeth creaked, and her fists clenched.

Xin was to death.

It's a good thing, right and wrong, black and white, straight and upside down.

The letter sent out a month ago was in the hands of "Xin Lin", and it was already a month later.

Xin must have looked forward to it countless times and disappointed countless times.

Xin Lin didn't know when he walked out of the haystack and how he waited until night fell, and the villagers left Xin's house.

The white candle is lonely, and the candle oil "ticks" on the desk.

The Xin family displays a coffin with a simple mouth.

On a desk there was some fruit, and Xin's tablet was upright there.

Xin Lin stepped forward and put on a stick of incense.

Xin Lin walked to the coffin and pushed the coffin open, in the hall, the woman's eyes were closed, she was no longer breathing, her brows were furrowed, until death, the woman's fists were clenched.

The cry came in the night.

So that Xin Lin didn't feel a little frightened, she looked up and found that it was completely dark.

Inside, the candles had also burned out.

Soft sobs, intermittent, came from the other end of the coffin.

A blurry white shadow lay on the coffin, and the white shadow raised its head, it was a small face, with tears streaming down its face, looking at Xin Lin.

The face was exactly the same, but one was crying and the other was surprised.

"You're Xin Lin."

Xin Lin looked at the blurred white shadow, which turned out to be the soul of "Xin Lin".

"I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. Help me get revenge, please. ”

The soul was sometimes clear, sometimes vague, she just muttered over and over again, knelt in front of Xin Lin, and kept kowtowing.

Xin Lin took a few steps back, when would she be able to see the ghost.

She has supernatural abilities, but she's never seen a ghost.

"Luoyin Mountain, ancient tombs, stop them...... Be sure to stop them. ”

The soul of "Xin Lin" gradually blurred.

She died of illness due to hard work, her soul was already weak, she lasted for a few days, and she lasted until Xin Lin came, it seemed that she was destined in the dark, and at the moment of disappearing, the corners of her mouth were relieved.

Xin Lin, welcome home......

A cloudy wind blew.

Bang Dong –

The thin coffin thuded.