From March to July, from spring to summer, today, "The Strange Family Immortal" is finished. In just a few short months, Ash and you have met because of a story, and now Ash has a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he doesn't want to be separated by the end of the story.

Very emotional, in fact, Ash Ash also told everyone about his own situation before, as a reader said, everyone has seen the Ash eruption, and also seen the difficulties encountered by Ash, but no matter what, Ash has persevered.

Gray often sees readers say that they can't see enough, and I hope that Gray will be more, and some readers will ask some questions about the plot on QQ. Ash was in a very happy mood at that time, but it was also painful. In fact, when everyone can't enjoy reading it, Ash Ash can't enjoy writing, but I can't continue to write it every day when my eyes are sore and I can't continue. Ash also wanted to share the next plot with everyone at that time, but he also knew that that would be tantamount to depriving everyone of the fun of reading, so he had to hold back.

So Ash is especially grateful to all the readers who have never left to catch up until now, this is the greatest encouragement to Ash Ash, you are really the reason why I never want to give up.

Regarding the finale, the story after returning to the world, Ash did not tell. Ash always felt that if the words were exhausted, fate would be exhausted, so whether it was Lin Nuan or Gao Yue, these two girls who had been absent for a long time did not explain. Sometimes it's not pretty.

Of course, many readers feel unfinished and reluctant to see it now, in fact, the ash is the same!

So, this is also the next thing Ash wants to say to everyone!

Ash Ash hopes that everyone will actively participate, and we will write some side stories of this book together, of course, all for free. In fact, there are still some small holes in the book that have not been filled, and there are also things that Ash has not written in detail, including the stories that happened to them after they arrived in the world, which can be expanded and written.

These extras will be posted after the chapters of this book.,It's for all readers.,The number of words is not limited.,From now on, you can contribute to Ash! Ash will send out its first side story in two days!

Please join the QQ group of this book: 990501320; If you submit, you should send it to Ash QQ: 378280801.

Regarding the new book, the new book will definitely be opened, and there will be four tigers and others in the book!

The time is about a month.,Please add gray QQ and group.,It's going to be said in the space and the group.。

Friends who are short of books can go to see the wonderful suspense book written by my good friend, a big work, and Ash himself is chasing.

仵作, that is, the general name for forensic medicine in ancient times, one of the 36 lines divided in the Tang Dynasty, is called 仵作行.

My grandfather's grandfather was the first to work in the eight prefectures and seven states of Henan in the late Qing Dynasty, and when he was solving a serial murder case, he suddenly went crazy, waved a knife at the scene of the corpse case, and dragged out his internal organs with his own hands, neatly placed them on the board, and died violently.

One hundred and twenty years later, as a medical examiner, I encountered the same case

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The scene that happened when I was thirteen years old is still creepy to me.

My mom and dad had a car accident that year, and my grandmother, who lived alone in the countryside, picked me up. The first thing she said to me was: There are many strange things in the countryside, don't walk around, you baby.

At that time, I was just thirteen, and my father and mother died, and my psychology was when I was rebellious. I always want to run out and play. At dusk that afternoon, I ran out while the milk was cooking.

But before I walked out of the door, my heart was half cold!

At the door of the nursery's house, there is a coffin.

It was dark early at night in the village, which was as bright as the city, and in the dark night, it was vague at a glance, and a red coffin was placed at the door, and an oil lamp was lit on the coffin board, flickering and dimming, emitting a burnt smell, swaying, and particularly terrifying.

I looked around along the flickering lights and felt that the air was much colder, and my body was shining cold air from the inside out.

Little baby, what are you talking about? What about your family?

In the dead of night, a hoarse old smoke suddenly sounded. An old face as dry and wrinkled as the bark of an old tree walked up to me, squinting up and down at me, as sharp as a knife!

I never imagined that an old man in his twilight years would have such bright eyes, and he was stunned and couldn't say anything.

Who's from? When didn't you have it? It's a lot of trouble, isn't it?

Just then, the milk came out. The voice is equally hoarse.

The in-laws in the city were gone at four o'clock in the afternoon the day before yesterday. Trouble! It never stopped.

The coffin was left, and Ming'er came at eight o'clock in the morning.

After a brief conversation, the person is gone. Grandma muttered to the coffin at the door alone for a long time, and I couldn't hear what was said, and I heard the wind in the yard while I was standing on the side. Grandma sighed, turned her head into the east room of the north room, took out a brand new ceramic jar, and muttered about the coffin for a while.

I thought about this strangeness, and subconsciously took a step forward, trying to hear what my grandmother was saying, and after blinking my eyes, I looked outside, and found that my grandmother was talking to a very fashionable little daughter-in-law!

The little daughter-in-law sat on the coffin, her feet drooping, swaying, playing on a swing, she cried very much, and her grandmother persuaded her, nothing more than saying something that no one is easy to say, and then the little daughter-in-law jumped down and wanted to run, but was grabbed by her grandmother and pulled down directly.

Little girl, you are the one who embarrasses me.

The pacifier was lined up, revealing a row of teeth that were yellow from smoking, and then he actually raised the dry tobacco stick in his hand and beat it at the little girl next time. The action is fast and ruthless. Looks extremely skilled. After smashing down, the little girl's head was suddenly bloody, and her eyes were full of tears. My heart was furious, I didn't dare to say a word, and I trembled with fear.

Is this murder?

Baby, what's wrong? Suddenly, the milk squinted at me.

No, nothing

I was terrified, but when I looked around, I couldn't see the figure of the little girl. She was as if she hadn't been there.

And Grandma went back to the house where she lived with the jars like no one else, and there were black holes there, which I had never entered, but I saw from the outside that there were many jars inside.

At eight o'clock the next day, someone came and pulled the coffin away, and the middleman gave me a wad of bills. My grandmother said that even if this matter is to accumulate virtue and do good, she will resolutely not accept it, let me tell the man of my family, and people can rest assured that they will be sent away after a while.

After my father died, I swore that I would not believe in ghosts and gods in this life. However, after that incident, I became a little ignorant and became a little suspicious, and the image of my grandmother began to be mysterious in my heart.

One day, about two months later, my grandmother suddenly dragged me to her house.

The inside of her room was dark and damp, and through the dim light of the kerosene lamp, I could see that the table, the cabinet, and the floor were full of bottles and cans, of different sizes and shapes. The big one was the size of a small water tank, the small one was about the size of a teapot, and there were two long jars of the same size on the kang.

Milk, what are you doing with kerosene, you don't need electric lights.

I choked on the smell of kerosene and wanted to go out, but my milk grabbed me: electric light, they are afraid!

When she said this, she pointed to these bottles and cans, and I unconsciously shuddered, and my grandmother's tone was as if these bottles and cans were people.

Four tigers, kneel.

She suddenly dragged me to the kang and knelt down, and on the dirty coffee table beside me was a little green man, holding a bottle and sharp-beaked monkey gills, and I knelt down very reluctantly.

Kowtow to Master Zu!

Milk kowtowed respectfully. At a glance, I saw a yellow dark flower ceramic jar next to the little green man, which was very beautiful, and when I saw that it was new, I stood up and held the jar to look.

Puff, puff!

Something seems to be moving inside!

Milk raised her head at this time, and when she saw it, her face changed greatly, she snatched the jar, raised her hand and slapped me, hurriedly put the jar on the ground, and hurriedly kowtowed, muttering something to blame.

I was pampered by my parents since I was a child, where have I been beaten? At that moment, he was annoyed and angry, and he actually went up and knocked down the jar at once, and it was strange to say that after the jar rolled a few times, a puff of red smoke came out of it.

At this moment, grandma's face changed with fright.

My little ancestor, you're in trouble.

She shouted as she picked up the jar and put it back in place, and told me to go out and buy a lot of sausages and hams and the like, and set them on the table in the hut, and dragged me and her to kneel in front of the little green man and the jar and kowtow from noon until late at night.

During this period, she didn't eat or drink, and she didn't let me eat or drink, and when I kowtowed, she glared at me, and her eyes were particularly scary.