"Steward Luo, this doesn't make sense, who has such a great ability to control a piece of paper to burn several kilometers away." It was as if I had heard some kind of joke, and I couldn't suppress the laughter in my words.

When Zheng Ran heard my answer, she became even more angry, but unfortunately the two bodyguards around her grabbed her and made her unable to move.

"This is just the beginning, that night, Miss heard someone crying all the time, since that day, Miss has been losing a lot of hair, we have called a lot of doctors, but we can't find out the reason, and then Miss said, your funeral home has a problem, so we came to see."

I looked at the dozen or so bodyguards in the hall with a mocking face, this is called to come and see? With such a large group of people, I am afraid that the roof of the funeral home can be lifted directly.

"Aunt Luo, why are you talking so much nonsense to her? I want to see Song Ding! Although Zheng Ran was pressed, his mouth was never idle.

"This matter really has nothing to do with us, you should go to some Taoist priests now, maybe your young lady has done too many bad things and is haunted by evil spirits!" I scoffed.

"Who do you say has done too many bad things? Say it again, see if I don't kill you! Zheng Ran jumped there again.

I looked at Aunt Luo helplessly.

Fortunately, Aunt Luo is a sensible person, and after she motioned to the bodyguard to cover Zheng Ran's mouth, she said slowly: "This young lady, my young lady is spoiled, and she is still young, it is inevitable that her words will be a little impulsive, please understand." ”

Still young?

I looked Zheng Ran up and down, although she was not yet eighteen years old, she was already very mature, and at the age of sixteen or seventeen, she already understood some truths.

"Steward Luo, these things are not excuses, I guess you came to me because you thought we had done something, but have you ever thought that it would be because your young lady has done something hurtful?"

Halfway through my words, Zheng Ran's face turned pale and stopped fluttering.

"Miss, you must talk about the basis for what you say and do."

"I know...... Zheng Ran, do you dare to pat your chest in front of this Dian Tang and say, Xiaojuan's death has nothing to do with you? ”

"I ...... It's nothing to do with me! ”

Although Zheng Ran said this, her eyes were very evasive, and she could see that she was very flustered.

"Then please go back, if you say that you have something to do with Xiaojuan's death, maybe we can still help you, but if it's okay...... You'd better go to the Taoist priest. ”

Aunt Luo's face also changed and changed, and she finally left with a large group of people.

"Well done."

I looked back, and it turned out that Song Ding didn't know when he came.

"It seems that you are already familiar with what happens at the funeral home."

"It's still the master who teaches well." I smiled.

In the past, I could say that I lived in the dark and was timid and afraid of things, but after coming to the funeral home for almost a month, I saw more things, and I became bolder.

And it's really a pleasure to watch the bad guys get deflated.

"Give me the mask."

I took off my mask and wondered, "What are you going to do?" ”

Song Ding did not answer, but touched the surface of the mask with his fingers, and he was actually carving the mask with his fingers.

The cutouts on the mask began to change, and there were more cutouts than before, and the patterns were more colorful.

"The sores on your face have disappeared a little, and I will change your mask."