In the cemetery, the tombstone is divided into three, six, nine and so on, Hu Penghui's tombstone is naturally in the civilian area, simple and simple, the wild grass is patchy, the crow perches on the top of the stele, the wasps and flies are buzzing around, exuding an unpleasant smell, just like a small garbage factory.

Far away, Luo Xiyan frowned and covered her nose. According to legend, after the death of a good person, the tombstone will be full of flowers, attracting bees and butterflies to fly, as the so-called longevity, and the bad person will come to a place with mosquitoes, flies and bedbugs, which is naturally a stench for 10,000 years.

If it weren't for Hu Penghui's medical insurance and unit first aid fund, Luo Xiyan, who was only fifteen years old at the time, would not have been able to erect a monument for him at all.

"Xiyan, he's your stepfather, how can he have a disgusted expression?"

"No, I just don't think it's a good place."

"It's okay, if you want to create a good environment for your stepfather, I can buy him a better cemetery."

"No, this is the place for him."

"You seem to have a problem with your stepfather, why don't you let him live comfortably after he dies?"

"People die like lights go out, there is no need to waste this money."

There was a stick of incense burning on the tombstone, which had burned to the roots, and a wine bottle stood next to it.

Luo Chenrui came early in the morning, and with her character, she wouldn't bring wine? Hu Penghui has no relatives in this city, and no one admires him for his behavior, who will pay tribute to him?

At this moment, Luo Xiyan suddenly remembered Yu Deli's weird face, did he and Hu Penghui just look the same?

She uneasily put the chrysanthemums and fruits on the table, rekindled a stick of incense, and looked at Hu Penghui in the photo with an expressionless face, that face was so hateful even if she died, and her eyes couldn't help but burst into flames.

Yin Mingchen burned with those eyes that were perceptive to the world, and asked, "Xiyan, I don't really understand, why do you hate a person who has raised you for more than ten years?" ”

"I don't hate him, because he's an alcoholic, and Chenrui and I don't like him very much."

"But you have hatred in your eyes? Why? Did he abuse you? Bullying you? ”

"Chenrui and I have been scolded by him a lot, if it weren't for him, Chenrui wouldn't have developed this character since he was a child."

"As a parent, it is right to beat and scold your child, it seems that it is not just as simple as scolding, right? Looks like you have a deep grudge against him? Did you ever curse him to die? By the way, how did he fall off a ladder? ”

The noon sun was projected onto the tombstone, and Hu Penghui's photo began to reflect, and his chaotic eyes suddenly emitted a dazzling white light like glass, as if to attract Luo Xiyan into it.

Luo Xiyan's body hit the heel of her shoes in the process of tilting, her back fell on the tombstone, and the shoes fell off the soles of her feet and fell onto the burning incense.

She snatched her shoes in horror, raised her voice, and said hysterically: "The kitchen leaked, he went to repair the roof, he fell off the ladder himself, his death has nothing to do with me!" ”

"It was he who fell off the ladder by himself, and no one said it had anything to do with you? You were just holding him a ladder at the time, he was a heavy drinker, heart disease, cerebral congestion, all of which were hidden dangers, and it was normal to die. ”

Luo Xiyan's heart contracted, and there was horror in his eyes: "I didn't tell you, I was holding the ladder at the time, how did you know?" ”

Yin Mingchen was stunned and smiled, and replied: "This still needs to be said, it is conceivable that your stepfather's strong body, if no one supports him, he will not have the courage to climb so high." ”

"Mingchen, why are you suddenly interested in my stepfather?"

"You never mentioned anything about your stepfather, today is his sacrifice day, and as a husband, I should naturally be concerned."

"Now that the memorial service is over, let's go back."

Luo Xiyan looked at Hu Penghui again and warned him with a vendetta gaze that he should stay in the tombstone and not come out to scare people.

The lines of the other person's face became thin and blurred in the light and shadow.

The flower basket in front of the tombstone was crooked, and she straightened it with her feet and walked out of the cemetery with momentum.

Bypassing the cemetery, I saw a flowery area, which is the highest level of tombstones, referred to as underground palaces, and the tombstones are like small palaces.

Yin Mingchen's eyes became focused, and he whispered: "Xiyan, accompany me to see my mother, I haven't come to see her for a long time." ”

"I have that kind of falling pain in my stomach again, I guess I just had tire gas."

Luo Xiyan's eyes became timid, his ankles were a little weak, Chen Yishan slept there, he was unwilling to be lonely under the tombstone, and issued a death call to her.

"The dead are naturally not as important as the living, you go to the tourist rest area to rest, I can go alone."

Yin Mingchen: Of course, what is he afraid of with this poison? He chuckled and pinched her face as he walked towards the Forest of Steles.

She took a deep breath and sat down on the bench, the heavy aura always made her uncomfortable, and it was most likely that she was surrounded by all kinds of ghosts.

The yin wind blew, and a dark bill blew at her feet, and it was still those few words I am waiting for you in hell, Chen Yishan.

When will the haunting Chen Yishan let go of the entanglement with her? Her chest heaved violently, and she stomped the money under her feet like a madman.

A pair of crocodile high heels appeared at Luo Xiyan's feet, and the black gauze girl appeared out of thin air, her chestnut hair was fluffy in a bun at the back of her head, wearing a black top hat, black sunglasses, red lips, and a full chin.

She was holding a bouquet of flowers and offerings, and a black mysterious light emanated from her middle finger, and between the frowns of her eyebrows, there was a faint murderous aura and a wind and thunder.

This star-shaped black and gold ring attracted Luo Xiyan's attention, and her heart was stung by something, remembering a star-shaped black and gold ring on the hands of another pair of men.

Chen Yishan once said that black gold is his patent, and the entire jewelry store in Shanghai is his company, and no one dares to sell this black gold ring.

The black gauze goddess under the sunglasses glanced at her strangely, walked straight forward, and disappeared at the end of the tomb for a while.

Why does the Black Veil Girl have this black gold ring? It seems that she is really someone from Chen Yishan?

Luo Xiyan hurriedly stood up, she wanted to follow to see if the black gauze girl had gone to Chen Yishan's tombstone. But the bill had taken root on the soles of her feet, and hell, she took off her shoes to shake them off.

The pain in her lower abdomen was menacing, and she covered her abdomen and never dared to step forward again.