Zhao Ya died.

As soon as Cui Yu got the news, he hurried home, and heard that it was Li Hu next door, and the body was found under a dilapidated bridge, disheveled.

That's all he gets, but it's enough to make people think.

He clutched the painting in his arms, anxious, his fingertips whitened from being held too hard.

Zhao Ya is not only his childhood sweetheart, but also his crush.

She has had heart disease since she was a child, her health is very poor, her parents have not allowed her to go far since she was a child, and the farthest place she has ever been when she has grown up is only a few kilometers away in a town.

He studied hard and learned to draw, but he also thought that even if he couldn't take her to the outside world, he could paint and bring it back to her.

He hadn't done anything, so why did she die?

No, no, no......

When he ran to Zhao Ya's house out of breath, he was already sweating profusely.

There was a heart-rending cry in the courtyard, this voice was familiar to him, it was Zhao Ya's mother.

Listening to the voice of despair, Cui Woo felt that his world was collapsing, and he dragged his lead-filled legs to the courtyard.

The door of the hall was closed, and it was impossible to see the situation inside, and Zhao Ya's father, Zhao Ruzhu, sat on the steps of the door, looking pained, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked like he had just cried.

Cui Yu stepped forward and shouted, "Uncle Zhao." ”

Zhao Ruzhu seemed to come back to his senses and hugged Cui Yu.

A rough man in his fifties is crying like a child at the moment.

When Zhao Ruzhu gradually stopped crying, Cui Yu immediately asked the doubts in his heart, Zhao Ruzhu said the ins and outs of the matter like beans poured into a bamboo tube with a bitter face.

Cui Yu then knew that Zhao Ya was called out by Li Hu in the dead of night last night, and then there was the next thing.

When everyone found Zhao Ya, they knew that she was dead, and Li Hu was sitting naked next to her.

And Li Hu was arrested and interrogated by the people of the law enforcement center, and it is said that he confessed.

But Cui Yu didn't have time to think about this now, he couldn't accept the fact that Zhao Ya was dead.

He took a deep breath and clenched the brush in his hand, already determined.

Then he looked at Zhao Ruzhu and said, "Uncle Zhao, can you let me take a look at Zhao Ya?" ”。

Zhao Ruzhu thought about the friendship between the two and did not stop him.

Cui Yu entered the house, pushed Yang Cui out, and locked the door directly from the house!

Seeing this, Zhao Ruzhu was shocked, but thinking of Cui Yu's master, thinking that Cui Yu had also learned the Yin and Yang technique, what if Cui Yu could succeed?

He pressed his daughter-in-law's shoulder, bent his knees, poofed, and knelt in front of the door.

Everyone outside was dumbfounded.

Inside the house, Cui Yu stood in front of the ice coffin, looking at the body tightly wrapped in white cloth inside, his eyes were red.

He first placed the scroll lightly on the ice coffin, locked the door, and then turned his hand around, and a thin quill as black as ink appeared in his hand.

As soon as the brush appeared, the ambient temperature dropped by a few points.

Cui Yu looked down at the radiant rune array covered by the brush, and without the slightest hesitation, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of essence blood on it.

The next moment, the rune array shone brightly, and the blood-red mark retreated.

At this moment, the overwhelming memories rushed into Cui Yu's mind like waves.

Cui Yu stood straight in place, and it took a long time before he opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed suddenly.

"Old friend, long time no see."

He bowed his head and muttered.

The ink-colored brush seems to be psychic, constantly jumping in mid-air, and seems to be excited.

Cui Yu stretched out his hand to hold the brush, and in an instant, his whole person's momentum changed suddenly, and a powerful aura swept around.

At this moment, a book with a black cover emerges from the void.

On the cover, there are nine silver hooks painted in large gold letters.

Palm life and death, hold the six paths, and control reincarnation.

The cover slowly opened, and the yellowed paper kept turning until one page stopped, revealing a line of small print.

Zhao Ya, a third-class personality, died on August 9 of the year of Renyin.

August 9th, it was yesterday!

Cui Yu was silent, holding an ink-colored brush, and was just about to make a move, when there was a noise outside the door.

Then he heard Shi Niang's voice.

"Zhao Ruzhu! If Xiaoyu has any three strengths and two weaknesses, I will never let you go in my life! ”

Immediately, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Xiaoyu, I know you're in there, don't do anything, get out of here!"

Cui Yu was silent.

The sound outside the door did not stop.

"Who gave you the guts? Zhao Yatou is dead, this is the will of heaven! Next month, you are going to Huainan to fulfill the marriage contract, do you want Liu Yatou to be widowed! ”

"If I don't come out again, I'm going to kick the door!"

"Xiaoyu! Don't you want a teacher? For the sake of a girl, are you there! You don't have to do anything! ”

After pushing the door to no avail, Ding Ruoyu picked up Zhao Ruzhu's collar and said viciously: "I don't care if your daughter dies, my apprentice must not die!" Find an axe for the old lady!! ”

Cui Yu waved his hand to block out the surrounding sounds.

Xuan crossed out the small words and quickly added a line of words.

Long life and 100 years old, inviolable from all diseases, superior life, and luck.

After the last word was written, the brush and the book in Cui Yu's hand disappeared abruptly.

And Cui Yu had no momentum at all, as if he had been drained of all his strength, sweating profusely, his face was pale, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he saw a flower in front of him, and fell to the ground unconscious.

Before he fell unconscious, he saw the white cloth under the ice coffin move.