"You again?"

Before Meng Luan could elaborate on the situation last night, he saw Meng Kite, the head of the Meng family, pacing over all her time, with no sadness on her face, but an arrogant expression, staring at everyone tightly.

Maybe because Jiang Qiao saw everything last night, she always felt that today's Meng Yuan was much younger, and if she looked closely, even the white hair on her temples was gone, and the shiny and elastic skin stretched out the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, on the other hand, Meng Luan was much older and haggard overnight, and the two stood together, saying that they were mother and daughter, more like sisters.

"I... How could Mrs. Meng pass away suddenly? ”

Mao Daxin's instinct to be a policeman always felt that there was something wrong with this, yesterday this Mrs. Meng kept blocking them from seeing the old lady, and today, the old lady passed away, how could there be such a coincidence.

"The old man has been seriously ill for a long time, and it is normal for him to be damp at night, and he doesn't come up in one breath." The kites smiled disapprovingly.

"Where is Mrs. Meng now, I want to check." Mao Daxin said.

When Meng Luan heard this, he frowned and stopped: "Brother Daxin, what are you talking about, the old lady has already been put in the coffin, what do you want to check?" ”

"Have you seen the old lady's body?" Mao Daxin turned his head and asked.

Meng Luan shook his head: "No... The wife said that the old lady had already lost her breath, and her death was not good-looking, so she didn't let me see it for fear of scaring me. ”

When Mao Daxin heard this, his eyes stared at Meng Kite and said, "That... I'm sorry, but I need to open the coffin to check if the old lady has any other cause of death. ”

"Hehe, okay, you come with me."

Unexpectedly, Meng Kite did not insist, turned around and took graceful steps to lead them to a large foyer, a heavy mahogany coffin lying quietly in the middle, the lid of the coffin had not yet been sealed.

"Heh, it's fast enough, what happened last night has been buried early this morning. If you don't know, you thought you knew that someone was going to die last night, so you were ready in advance. Mao Daxin's face was not good, and he spoke sarcastically.

Jiang Qiao thought back to everything last night, and secretly thought: Maybe this coffin was originally prepared for Meng Luan.

Mao Daxin stepped forward, pushed open the lid of the coffin with the strength of milk, poked inside, retreated again and again in shock, and muttered: "How come... ”

Meng Luan was puzzled, and also stepped forward to check, this glance made her, who was already like a frightened bird, almost faint.

Inside the coffin lay a paper figure the size of a monkey, his skin wrinkled beyond recognition. On the lifeless face, only a pair of unwilling open eyes could vaguely distinguish clearly.

"This... What's going on? Mao Daxin relieved himself and asked sharply.

Meng Yuan covered her mouth and smiled: "Hehe, what else can happen, people are like this when they are old, they will die ugly, what's so strange." ”

"But... But the old lady I saw before wasn't that old. Mao Daxin really couldn't believe it, but in just a few days, an old man could become such an unbearable appearance.

Jiang Qiao took advantage of the two of them to talk, and went around to the other side of the coffin to check carefully, yes, the person lying in the coffin was indeed the old lady Meng she saw last night, and she was still wearing yesterday's blue bamboo gown. Jiang Qiao reached out to touch it, and as soon as he opened the corner of his collar, a golden shadow suddenly popped out, hitting Meng Kite's face like an arrow from the string.

Before everyone could react, they heard a scream, and Meng Kite fell to the ground, covering her cheek with one hand, and there were four deep scratches on her beautiful face.

The most frightening thing was that the wound that was deep enough to see the bones did not shed half a drop of blood.

The golden shadow quickly folded in mid-air, clicked over the corner of the coffin, and lightly pounced on the golden kite again, although the face of the golden kite was scratched, but the body was not affected, and grabbed the hind feet of the golden shadow, and everyone saw clearly that the fox with golden red fur was in the hand of the golden kite.

Even if it was captured, the little beast was not afraid, and turned around from an unbelievable angle to stretch out its claws to the kite, only to hear a snort, and the placket of the kite's chest was torn open.

"Ah~"

With a scream from Meng Luan, I saw that Meng Kite's chest was impressively imprinted with four animal scratches, the wound was sharp and deep to the bone, the muscles on both sides of the wound were pale and curled, I don't know when the wound was left, it has not healed, and even the black bones inside can be seen.

"How could it be... How can you have the scars of an old lady... Meng Luan's eyes widened and covered her mouth in surprise, she had only seen that kind of scar once, but she would never admit her mistake, it was that accident that made her lose her second wife who loved her, and Ah Jin also disappeared, the only beauty in the plain days is gone forever.

"Damn little brute!" Meng Kite hated the fox, and the fox's belly was also exposed in front of everyone, and there was a deep black and purple hole in the chest at the front paws.

It was clearly a wound from the fire tongs.

"Ah Jin?"

Meng Luan was puzzled by everything in front of him, Ah Jin really didn't die back then? Why does my mother have my grandmother's scars?

As if hearing Meng Luan's call, the little fox's big round eyes looked at her reluctantly, and looked at the mass of corpses in the coffin with great affection, and let out a low grunt in his throat.

Meng Yuan sneered at the fox in his hand without the power to resist, and raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar that was not like a human being, and suddenly tore Ah Jin in half.

"Ah~no~" Meng Luan let out a wail that changed tone.

Jiang Qiao couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes were moist, and she had already guessed the true identity of the corpse in the coffin. Who said that animals are ruthless, Ah Jin remembered the nurturing grace of the past, knowing that there was a huge disparity in strength, and he had to fight to avenge his master, and even disregarded his name in order to protect the safety of the little master.

Animals are still like this, but people, the head of the primate, for their own selfish desires, can even abandon blood and kinship.

The remains of the little fox were thrown by the kite, and they fell to the ground like fluttering butterfly wings. Hey? No, where is this the corpse of a broken little animal, so light, as if ...

No, it's a belly pocket.

Could it be that the belly pocket embroidered with a fox worn by this five or six-year-old child is Ah Jin's real body?

No wonder! I originally thought that Ah Jin was a Qianda Po to have such abilities, even if he was so seriously injured, he could still live so long, and he could still be so vigorous, but it turned out that it was not a fox at all, and even... Not even a living thing.

"What is this?" Meng Luan rushed over and held the soft fabric, looking dazed.

Isn't this Mengluan's thing?

It looks like it should have been a long time ago.,Strange.,Whose object is this sudden belly pocket?

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