Zheng Ran snatched the note in Song Ding's hand and asked casually: "What's not clean." ”

"In a place like a funeral home, it is natural to encounter unclean things, and the last time I didn't give you contact information, it was because you and I had no chance, but now we have a fate." Song Ding's eyes all fell on Xiao Juan behind Zheng Ran.

Zheng Ran was completely mistaken, and thought that Song Ding said that the two of them were destined, and said happily: "You are still sensible." ”

Finally sent off this uninvited guest, I hurriedly poured a glass of water for Song Ding.

"Master, your face looks a little bad."

"I'm fine."

It's okay, but since Song Ding doesn't want to say it, I won't ask any more, and I can't get any answers anyway.

"What's going on with that little juan? Doesn't it mean that only when the body is still alive will the soul not be scattered? But Xiaojuan has been cremated. ”

"In principle, yes, but not absolutely. Xiaojuan didn't have any resentment when she died, but it didn't mean that her resentment wouldn't grow after she died. ”

"The last time the body was cremated, Zheng Ran's behavior made Xiao Juan feel guilty, so he left a wisp of soul here, if Zheng Ran didn't come over, then Xiao Juan's soul would soon disappear."

So after Zheng Ran came, he directly helped Xiaojuan grow her resentment.

I sighed silently, Zheng Ran is completely self-inflicted, she is still young, and she doesn't know that there are many things that can be done without money.

Two days later, Zhang Xie sent Ye Tong's body over.

Looking at the corpse that already smelled, I was even more disdainful of Zhang Xie.

"It's hard work for the two masters." Zhang Xie said with a lick of his face.

"She still wants to see you."

Zhang Xie's expression was a little stiff, and his face was full of reluctance.

Song Ding didn't care so much, he directly lit the black candle and burned Ye Tong's fingertips.

When the black smoke came, Song Ding and I stepped back together, leaving space for Zhang Xie and Ye Tong.

"Ye Tong......," Zhang Xie said tremblingly.

"That son of a bitch, you didn't even dare to admit it when you killed me? Look at the old lady killing you turtle grandson! ”

Ye Tong was much more pungent than she imagined, only to see her turn into a cloud of black mist and directly envelop Zhang Xie.

Zhang Xie was choked by the throat there, and he couldn't even speak.

"You have been in the world for too long, and if you leave early, you can still be reincarnated as a good family." Song Ding said.

It's a pity that Ye Tong didn't listen to him at all, and still grabbed Zhang Xie's throat, as if he wanted to kill Zhang Xie.

"Are we not going to do anything?" I pulled Song Ding.

If someone dies here, then the funeral home really can't tell.

After all, Zhang Xie will have a pinch mark on his neck, and the police will definitely think that we did it.

"Although Ye Tong's grievances are heavy, she has been in the world for too long, and she can't kill Zhang Xie."

Hearing Song Ding say this, I was relieved.

About half an hour later, just when I was tired of watching, Song Ding suddenly asked me to go over and push Ye Tong's body into the stove.

Only then did I realize that the cigarette on Ye Tong's fingertips had disappeared, and Ye Tong was only left with a faint shadow.

"Zhang Xie, you can't die well!"

This is the last sentence that Ye Tong left in the world.

After being unrestrained, Zhang Xie gasped for breath, and his throat was completely speechless.

He was dumb.

A young and promising doctor cannot speak, which means that his future is completely lost.

It's just that I don't have the slightest sympathy for him.

"It's time for you to go." Song Ding said to Zhang Xie.