The seventh day of death, known as the first seven, is the day when the soul returns to say goodbye to this world.

Wucheng Wang Yi old man first seven, the rain is not big or small, intermittently it rains for seven days, the weather is cloudy and always not sunny, the air is very humid, mixed with some grass smell, making people very uncomfortable.

In the silent rain, a man with a black umbrella, put on a more formal black suit, and held a black cat with ice blue eyes in his arms, walked briskly towards the house where Mr. Wang Yi was holding a funeral.

The black umbrella was very low, just to hide his face, only to see the black cat in his arms squinting his eyes and looking at the two people guarding the door in front of him with disdain.

The man looked down at the black cat and smiled: "Okay, how can you say that everyone is dead, give him some face, don't look like people owe you money."

The black cat gave him a blank look, closed its eyes coldly and crawled into his arms to sleep.

The two people guarding the door, probably never seen such a sick person, stopped him and said, "Who are you?" Are there any invitations? ”

The man removed the umbrella to reveal a peerless face.

Obviously a man's skin is whiter and more tender than a woman, and his facial features are incomparably good-looking, especially those eyes, the eyelashes are black and long, like an unfolded fan, with a burgundy eye in it, and the intoxicating beauty is a little evil.

Those eyes are breathtaking, and after looking at them for a long time, they will fall into them, making people look at them once and be nostalgic for a lifetime.

He smiled at the two people who saw the god with a slight smile: "Yue Huanxi, uninvited..."

Wang Yi is one of the richest people in Wucheng, most people may know that he is a calligrapher and painter, but few people know that he is a "fairy family".

This immortal family refers to Mr. Yin and Yang, I heard that he has dealt with ghosts, and the people who came to the funeral were either some rich people, or they were friends who usually made good friends with the old man Wang Yi, of course, there were some strangers.

According to Wang Yi's family, these people have never seen each other, only Wang Yi's apprentices know, and they are called "tower master"

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Halfway through the funeral, someone at the funeral banquet sighed: "Old man Wang Yi is not very old, he is only in his 60s, why did he die like this?"

Someone whispered: "You know, the old man Wang Yi died too miserably, and he was killed by a bone that was dug up by life."

"What!" After the man was excited, he closed his voice and whispered, "Didn't you say that you suddenly fell ill?"

"Tsk, you came late, I don't know, a police car just left in the morning, Wang Yi is a good old man, and he usually doesn't have any enemies, what a big hatred it is to cramp and dig bones!"

"What's going on? The police don't care? ”

"The police didn't find out, I think... Eighty percent of them were the ones who did it! ”

The man couldn't guess the riddle and hurriedly said, "What?"

"O fairy! It's a goblin. ”

"What you say is really evil, what kind of ghosts and gods are there in this world!"

The man who spoke raised his head and motioned for him to look into the mourning hall and said, "Look at those few people, it is strange that they are still listed as guests, there must be a problem."

Following the man's gaze, the man secretly glanced into the mourning hall.

There was a funeral table in the hall, with a total of seven seats, on which five people were seated, and one person was missing.

None of these five people moved, and their expressions were gloomy.

"It's slow." A cold woman who opened her mouth, the woman looked like she was in her thirties, but still

With a plump figure and fair skin, a black dress is worth a lot of money, and it can be seen from the blue gem on her neck that this woman is from an extraordinary background.

Another bad old man who looked like a begging for food squinted his eyes and leaned back on the chair and said with a casual smile: "Three Tower Masters, how can you say that that kid is a newcomer, knowing that several of our old monsters are here, he must be scared to pee his pants somewhere..."

Although this was a joke, there was a flash of smugness and ridicule on the faces of the others.

"Old drunkard, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, don't say anything else... The one who is sitting, who can sit on the throne of the tower master at his age, if he doesn't have some skills, I'm afraid he has already become the appetizer of those beasts, be careful to be listened to by him... Next time we'll give you the first seven. ”

The one who spoke was a 12-year-old girl, wearing a black princess dress, seemingly harmless to humans and animals, but her words were cruel and vicious, not like a child at all.

"Dead old woman, you old goblin who practices anti-life techniques are not afraid of being struck by lightning!" The old man snorted.

"The second tower master and the fifth tower master, don't quarrel." A strong man in black slapped the table and said.

The rich and cold woman glanced at him and said, "The Lord of the Four Towers... No matter how you say it, it's the old man's funeral, take your temper away, let you come to dinner and not let you tear down the table! ”

The strong man in black frowned and was about to have a seizure, and the man next to him, who had not spoken all this time, was wearing a black cloak and bandages all over his body, revealing only half of his face.

He suddenly got up and said, "I'll go see if he's almost there."

While speaking, a black cat suddenly jumped in, and the cat, like the uncle, slightly cocked its tail and contemptuous eyes jumped to the still empty position of the table in front of everyone, and slept in a ball as if nothing had happened.

The cat looked at everyone with wide eyes, and they didn't know what medicine was sold in this newcomer's gourd.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Behind everyone, they put away their umbrellas and showed a gentle smile.

The five of them were stunned, they all had some skills no matter what they said, but now they didn't even find out how Yue Huanxi suddenly came behind them.

Now looking at the more radiant person in front of him, in addition to being attracted by his eyes, there is only a cold horror behind him.

Yue Huanxi ignored everyone's gaze, looked at the black cat on the chair, he walked over and coaxed a child with a doting face: "Okay, don't mess around, get up quickly."

The black cat ignored people, and he smiled awkwardly: "Excuse me, everyone, do you still have chairs?"

The other people at the table scrutinized him all over with displeasure on their faces, and they didn't mean to help him.

The bandaged man got up, handed him his chair and said, "Here you go."

Yue Huanxi smiled at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and thanked him as harmless as a human and animal: "Thank you.... What do you call it? ”

The strap-on man lowered his eyes and deliberately avoided his gaze, and spoke: "Six Tower Masters, Mo Bulan."

Yue Huanxi sat down unceremoniously and said with a smile: "It turned out to be the sixth brother."

Except for Mo Bulan, everyone else had a cold face, and even raised the shelf with a disgusted look and didn't speak.

Realizing the embarrassment of the atmosphere, Yue Huanxi stood up, bowed to them and said: "Everyone, in the next Yue Huanxi, not long after succeeding to the Lord of the Seven Towers, please forgive me if you don't understand some rules, Huanxi is now making amends to you."

As he spoke, he took the wine in front of him and drank it down.

After a while, the old drunkard shook his body that was about to fall apart, and casually picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip and said: "The seven tower masters are not polite, there are no rules for the tower masters not to interfere with each other."

With this old drunkard taking the lead, everyone took a perfunctory sip, put down the wine glass and held his posture, unwilling to look at him.

"Lord of the Seven Towers, you are really young and promising, and the old man doesn't know where to live at your age."

The old man speaks and ignores the yin and yang, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

"Old man, look at what you said, the former Lord of the Seven Towers died suddenly, and I unexpectedly took over such an unlucky position."

Yue Huanxi knew that this old man was a human spirit, and his eyes smiled at the eyes on him.

"Heh, what a hypocrisy, do you know how many people can't climb up with their heads broken for this position?" The little girl clenched her fists and said with a poisonous tongue.

Yue Huanxi lowered her eyelids slightly, touched the black cat sleeping on the side, looked at her and said: "Sinners in the past life, atonement for their sins in this life, it's really ridiculous to earn and rush to be this sinner."

The little girl's eyes were staring straight at him, and she didn't move on the surface, but in her black skirt under the table, it seemed like some living thing was hidden, restless in her skirt.

Then an imperceptible black smoke came out of her skirt, and the black smoke spun around under the table a few times, and then determined the target, and flew straight towards Yue Huanxi.

The black cat opened its ice-blue eyes and jumped to the bottom of the table, sitting in front of Yue Huanxi, in the dark its eyes were like two ghost fires that were extremely penetrating, flying towards the black smoke, and the black smoke entered its stomach with only one mouth.

Then swaggered and jumped into Yue Huanxi's arms and fell asleep in his arms, Yue Huanxi touched its fur and said: "Pets should be obediently chained, how to bite people when they are released."

"You!" The little girl slapped the table, and the old man next to her dragged her and shook his head to signal her to sit down.

The old man smiled: "Look, the old man is confused, and he is happy to talk and forget about business.

While speaking, Wang Yi's apprentice closed the door of the mourning hall, and everyone got up and walked towards the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall.

In the coffin lay a somewhat swollen corpse, his face was still blue and even black, although he was wearing makeup.

The little girl looked at the coffin and shouted, "Get out of the way!"

As she spoke, there was a bottomless pit under her skirt, black smoke came out of her skirt like a waterfall, spiraling into the air to form a human shape, and the eye position was hollow, and it flew towards the coffin, as if checking something.

Then, dozens of black-smoky figures flew out from under her skirt and flew around.

Then the girl frowned and summoned them all back, and the old man asked, "What's the matter?"

"Even the soul has been eaten." The girl said.

The strong man in black slapped the coffin hard, and the old man's body sat up.

Because his body had no support, he lowered his head heavily, exposing the back of his neck, and a hole was dug in the back of his neck, and now his flesh was white, and there was no blood, but the blood in the wound was hideous, and it hurt to look at it.

He was torn out of a bone.

The richly dressed woman was surprised: "His bones have been dug up."

The old man sneered and said, "This old man used to rely on his own balance and not be afraid of heaven and earth, but now he has not been bitten by this beast."

"I heard about the immortal family Henggu, and I thought it was an immortal... It turned out to be some brutes. Yue Huanxi hugged the black cat and watched the show.

The woman said: "The old man's thing is not small, and now that there is no control, I am afraid that a few more people will die."

"For no reason... They don't get agitated. Mo Bulan stood behind everyone and spoke lightly.

Everyone stared at the apprentice of the old man Wang Yi when they heard the meaning, and the kid was stared at, and he bowed his head in fear.

The old man put on a disgusting smile and asked, "Baby, has your master lost anything besides this bone?"

The kid was stared at and trembled and stumbled, "No... No. ”

The woman narrowed her eyes and said, "You have also heard your master say it, we have a bad temper.... If you don't tell the truth, we'll send you down and ask him how is it? ”

The boy was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and cried, "Yes... Resurrection Pill! Not... Nope. ”

Hearing the words "Huisheng Dan", everyone was clear.

There are only two words for the death of this old thing: it deserves it!