Although the funeral parlor in the western suburbs is deep and secluded, because Xiao Ai's funeral is tonight, the flow of people in and out has never been interrupted, and it seems that the mourning hall is noisy and noisy.

I couldn't stand such a noisy scene, and I couldn't bear to hear Xiao Ai's mother's uninterrupted crying, after all, it was the most uncomfortable thing in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person, so I simply pulled Ling Kai out of it.

On the edge of the flower bed in the courtyard, there were several young men and girls dressed exaggeratedly and dyed with colorful hair, among which there was a yellow-haired boy whose facial features were similar to Xiao Ai's seven or eight points, which should be her younger brother.

I heard Xiao Ai say before that she is a native of Nancheng, her family is superior, and her parents are professors in Nancheng University, so she can be regarded as a scholar. A good family environment has made her develop the character of a good girl, growing up under the arrangement of her parents from childhood to adulthood, studying in prestigious schools, taking university entrance examinations, and entering the work of Rosemoon Group Company, and may also marry a good family under the arrangement of her family in the future, and live a carefree life all her life.

But the sky does not follow people's wishes, no one would have thought that she would die at a young age, the world says that the sky has no eyes, it is not false at all, Xiao Ai is such an innocent and lovely girl, she really shouldn't suffer such a fate.

I felt a little emotional, and I couldn't help but glance at Xiao Ai's younger brother, who was holding a cigarette in his hand and a delicate girl in his arms, who looked like a troubled young man.

Seeing that I had been staring over there, Ling Kai stretched out his hand to pull me away from the flower bed, and we stopped in front of a row of green pine trees at the back of the yard, thinking of all the things that had happened recently, relatively speechless.

In the middle of the night, I raised my wrist to look at my watch, and there was still some time before the funeral at eight o'clock, so I asked him boredly, "You say, could Xiao Ai have been killed by Guiyue's colleagues?" In those days, there was no one else near the villa, and it was full of people who were training, if it weren't for acquaintances, she wouldn't have been able to go to such a remote place behind the villa with others. ”

"It's possible." Ling Kai put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked up at the dim night sky.

I followed his gaze and saw that there were still a few dim stars in the dark sky like splashed ink, and that tomorrow might be a good day.

"By the way, what is Liang Xiaoxi's identity, and why can he transform into someone else?" Anyway, I was bored, so I just chatted with him, this question had been trapped in my mind for a long time, and I finally had a chance to ask him.

Ling Kai lowered his head and looked at me, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and replied with a smile, "Find a chance to ask him yourself." ”

"Can't you tell me?" I couldn't help but pout, Ling Kai's gaze flickered for a moment, and he replied in a deep voice, "His body is also a fox clan, so he can transform into anyone, but he is not a celestial fox clan." ”

Foxes? I was stunned for a moment, and when he mentioned it, I couldn't help but think of Hua Yan again, and my expression was slightly gloomy.

He saw my sadness and shook my finger gently, and I didn't want to let his mood be affected, and looked up at him and smiled reluctantly.

At this time, heavy mourning music sounded in the mourning hall in front of me, and the funeral was about to begin, so I put away my low mood and walked towards the mourning hall with Ling Kai.

When I passed by the flower bed, I saw that Xiao Ai's younger brother was still talking and laughing with the friends next to him, and he didn't feel the slightest sadness about losing his own sister, so I couldn't help but be angry, and I couldn't help but call him, "Aren't you going in to see your sister on the last ride?" ”

Hearing my voice, all the teenagers looked back at me neatly, and Xiao Ai's younger brother stared at me for a while, and asked me loudly, "Who are you?" ”

"I'm your sister's colleague, if you still have a little humanity, could you please go in and see her off for the last time?"

Far from redeeming his conscience, my righteous words burst into laughter with the others, and in the quiet courtyard I heard his cold words, "What's the matter with you?" You like to send it so much, why don't you come to the vigil tonight? I really can't bear my sister, why don't you go to Huangquan Road to accompany her! ”

"You ......," I was so angry that my shoulders trembled, and I wanted to go up and slap him twice.

Seeing that I was so indignant, Ling Kai had to pull me away, and by the way, he advised me, "The dead are great, don't disturb her anymore." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, I suddenly felt a wind in the back of my head, as if something was passing quickly, and hurriedly turned around, but there was nothing behind me, I looked around, there was still nothing unusual, and I was surprised.

Ling Kai didn't seem to feel anything abnormal, and pulled me back to the mourning hall.

We found a place to sit down, quietly watching the Taoist priest in front of the hall holding the sacrificial text and reciting it loudly, the deep voice spread throughout the funeral home, people inside and outside the house heard it very clearly, the atmosphere in the room was heavy because of the life and deeds of Xiao Ai in the memorial text, mixed with the low sobs of Xiao Ai's mother, I also had a sour nose when I heard it, and I couldn't help but take out a tissue from my bag.

But before I could pull out my tissue, I heard a crackling sound, and then the light dimmed sharply, and the surroundings were instantly pitch black.

The sudden power outage caused many guests present to let out a shrill scream, and then heard a lot of footsteps rushing towards the door, mixed with wreaths and other sacrificial things fell to the ground one after another, the scene was chaotic, but the woman's cry was even louder, the voice was not like the sadness and cowardice of Fang Cai, but like someone was deliberately crying to increase the terrifying atmosphere of the scene, startling everyone to flee the door, bringing a gust of wind blowing across my face.

In the darkness, Ling Kai and I sat quietly, and no one moved.

But he took my hand for the first time, as if he was afraid that I would be afraid.

I did feel a little flustered, but I was slowly calming down because of him by my side.

Such a noisy scene lasted for more than ten minutes before it completely stopped, the footsteps were gone, the crying was gone, and it seemed that only two people were left in the entire mourning hall, me and Ling Kai.

I thought that the power outage was just a coincidence, and the loud cry was also made because Xiao Ai's mother was emotionally affected, but when Siye was silent as death, and gusts of yin wind poured in from outside, I realized that it might not be a coincidence, nor was someone playing a prank, it was really a cold night return, and Xiao Ai was back!

But I clearly remember that when I was in the Hanmei Garden, Ling Kai said that there was no soul breath around Xiao Ai's body, she should have already embarked on the road to death, how could there be a scene of sudden resurrection tonight? Could it be that when I was in Hanmei Garden at that time, Ling Kai was afraid that I would be worried and deliberately said that?

My thoughts were a little confused, but my eyes immediately turned to the door.

The gate is open, and the green pines in the courtyard are still standing proudly, like a thousand-year-old guardian guarding this place, and also guarding the souls of those who have embarked on the last section of the red dust road.

The wind was still blowing, and it never stopped.

The mourning hall was still as dark as ink, but Xiao Ai's coffin was still lying quietly in the middle of the mourning hall, without any change.

With the slow passage of time, a white figure finally appeared at the door of the mourning hall, but it was full of shadows, and it was not very real.