However, Zhao Bai's body, which had already been hollowed out by the wine, ran fast, but after running a while, he was kicked into a puddle by Su Luo.

Zhao Bai got up from the pit with a head of muddy water, and when he looked up, two evil gods stared at him, only to feel that the position he was kicked just now was painful, and there was no one around, so he didn't dare to move anymore.

"You are not my creditor, what are you trying to do?"

Su Luo sneered:

"Ask you how to get rich, our brother has no money to spend, I heard that you are suddenly rich, so you naturally want to come to learn from it."

Zhao Bai's mouth was closed like a river mussel.

"I don't know anything, my father died, how our family is rich, God knows!"

Sang Ling slowly squatted down, raised her hand and pointed to the back door of the gambling house, and said:

"You see, there's somebody looking around, like they're from the gambling house. You say, they'll come to your rescue, won't they? ”

As long as the people in the gambling house don't want to die, how can they save it, Zhao Bai shook his head, he didn't expect that it was in vain for him to subconsciously run to the gambling house just now.

Sang Ling looked at his confused appearance and moved back a few steps, the smell of alcohol on this person's body made people dizzy.

"You are really poisoned by alcohol, and you know that the people in the gambling house can't save you, so think about it carefully, and say it carefully, and explain everything in your family clearly, otherwise I will kill you."

In the cold night, the voice is not high, and it blows in the cold wind, and there is a chill on the back.

Zhao Bai's body trembled, and most of the wine woke up.

"What do you want to ask? I really don't know how my dad got rich, I just like to drink and come to the gambling house every day, and I don't know where the old man went and what he did. ”

Su Luo lowered his head and saw that a corner of Sang Ling's clothes had touched the surface of the water because of squatting. He half-bent down, took out the corner of his clothes, and listened to Sang Ling speak:

"There are rumors in the city that the rich will die, do you think your father's death will have anything to do with these riches?"

"Get rich........ Horizontal death? ”

Zhao Bai muttered a few times, and suddenly his face gradually distorted. "My father's money was actually exchanged for his life?"

Sang Ling didn't guess the causal relationship for the time being, but she didn't say it directly.

"Rumors say so."

Zhao Bai only felt that his heart was as uncomfortable as frying, his father was just a little old man who farmed, where did he get the ability to make a fortune, he thought it was the smoke from the ancestral tomb, but he didn't expect that the smoke turned out to be his father's ashes. He suddenly patted his thigh, and began to cry like a mourner.

Su Luo furrowed his brows, and carried the person to the dark alley just now in disgust, avoiding the scrutiny of several thugs standing at the back door of the gambling house.

As soon as he landed, Zhao Bai seemed to have no strength, and sat on the ground all of a sudden, covered in mud and water, how embarrassed and embarrassed he was, but he still kept mourning, as if he had just realized that he wanted to guard his father's spirit.

When Su Luo couldn't help but slap away and comfort his sadness, Zhao Bai stopped crying, wiped his face with his sleeve, and sobered up.

Sang Ling: "Are you crying?" ”

Zhao Bai was aggrieved and wanted to nod, feeling his heart sour, and the tears that had just stopped wanted to come out again, so he listened to this person's evil threat in the next second:

"If you want to cry and cry for me, pretend to be a filial son, I will kill you, Lao Tzu wants to get rich, so as not to waste time with you."

Zhao Bai's face turned white, and he quickly covered his mouth and nodded.

"Don't cry, don't cry. I just thought that a few days ago, my father was still worried about the lack of money at home, saying that I gambled a lot, and I don't know if the family will be hollowed out in the future. However, it is also strange that after my father became rich, no matter how much I lost in betting, I would win it all back next time, and then lose again. ”

Sang Ling said:

"What about your brother?"

What did that unintentional remark in the flower hall just now mean?

Zhao Bai's eyes shone with disdain.

"He's just a hypocrite, who used to be a storyteller and a laborer in the city, and befriended rich people. Now that I'm rich, I'm even more like a dog, and I look down on me for half a point, where can I look like a brother! Besides, my father's heart is that his family is rich and rich, and he will marry a wife, if it weren't for him, how could the old man die! ”

The words were full of resentment and disdain, but it sounded as if Master Zhao's death had no direct relationship with Zhao Qing, and it could be regarded as excluding the human factor.

Sang Ling thought of Zhao Qing's telling someone to send Zhao Bai sobering soup, and knew that Zhao Qing still valued this younger brother, not Zhao Bai's mouth and ignored him.

After all, if she had a brother who was a bad gambler in modern times, she would have broken off the relationship a long time ago and would not have met.

She faked a cough, and gave a look to Su Luo, who was bored at the entrance of the alley, and the other party immediately came over with understanding, picked up Zhao Bai, shook it from side to side, and threatened:

"No one can say anything about today, our brothers will be staring at you! If you say you slipped out, hum. ”

Zhao Bai looked at himself as tall as he was, but in the other party's hand, it looked like an empty sack, where did he dare not believe it, and immediately agreed:

"Absolutely not to say, absolutely not to say! In the future, I will tell you as soon as there is news, really, I swear! ”

Hearing his crackling and assuring a lot, Su Luo let go of the person and watched him run away.

The alley suddenly returned to calm.

The two left from the chaotic alley, and not long after, they changed their outfits and returned to the Zhao Mansion.

The house was still quiet, and I only heard Zhao Bai sparsely say that his son was not filial and that he must go to the spirit to burn paper, and the servants only thought that he was drunk and crazy, so they let him go.

Sang Ling had no intention of dealing with this guy again, and went back to the house to sleep. I didn't want to get to the second half of the night, but I suddenly made a fuss.

Not long after, Zhao Qing sent a servant to invite her to discuss things.

Sang Ling glanced at Su Luo, and both of them had a bad premonition in their eyes.

I don't want to, I returned to the front of the spirit, Zhao Qing and Zhao Bai are alive, and there are no more dead people. It's just that Zhao Qing stood in front of the spirit, but Zhao Bai hid outside the door with Ma Xiao in his arms, and he didn't dare to enter the house with his head shrinking his head.

Zhao Qing is a person who has read books, and he doesn't look down on his younger brother's style at all. As soon as he saw them coming, he hurriedly said to Zhao Bai:

"The guests are also here, just let them see if this place is haunted or not!"

"Ghosts?"

Sang Ling frowned and glanced around, it was still daytime, there was a coffin in the middle of the room, and there was a mourning hall brazier in front of the coffin, and there were white cloth wreaths all around, where was there any ghost, even the living people did not hide one.

A servant also persuaded Zhao Bai with a strange face:

"The villain has been with you just now, and I haven't seen any ghosts, so I guess I'm mistaken."

Zhao Qing was full of disdain:

"You've drunk so much wine, where can you see clearly, don't make a fuss, go back to bed early."

Zhao Bai was still trembling vigorously, his face was pale, and it seemed that he had really hit a ghost.

"Don't believe it, I was burning the paper just now, and I saw a man come out of the coffin, all white all over, and I could see what was coming out of the back of my body. He's not a ghost, whatever! ”

"Are you sure?" Sang Ling felt that something was starting to go wrong.

Zhao Bai hid outside the door, and pulled a few servants around him, so he was a little more lively, and quickly nodded:

"That's it! I saw it with my own eyes, I was scared stupid, and then I saw it, and I saw it......."

Sang Ling: "What do you see?" ”

Su Luo had already gone around the coffin, but he didn't find anything, and when he saw him spitting and spitting, he said impatiently:

"If you have something to say, just say it, the disturbing dreams of the third watch in the middle of the night, you like to go out at night, we are not!"

Obviously, the volume was not a little bigger, but Zhao Bai felt a chill all over his body, and even his momentum was a lot shorter, and he locked his body tighter, and he looked even more embarrassed and cringed.

"I saw my father's face."

Zhao Qing almost died half out of breath.

"What my dad! His old man has died a long time ago, you are drunk and crazy in the middle of the night, don't lean on him! ”

Zhao Bai was still unconvinced:

"I just saw it, my dad also said that I was not filial, and gave me a slap, you see, it hit me on the back! It's still hot and painful! ”

As he spoke, he pulled his collar and pulled his clothes apart, revealing his back as soon as he turned around.

Sang Ling was about to go to see it, when suddenly her eyes were warm and her vision darkened. I heard the sound of everyone gasping after a while.

There was no movement, Sang Ling hurriedly poked the hand covering her eyes:

"Is there really a slap?"

Su Luo didn't let go immediately, his eyes stared at Zhao Bai coldly, and put his clothes back on, before letting go and saying:

"The outlines are blurred, like the wounds of a dead soul."

As soon as these words came out, the room was shocked.

Zhao Qing was the first to react, and he didn't believe it.

"Absolutely impossible! My father is dead, if there is a dead soul, it should have come out a long time ago, I was watching in front of the spirit the night before and today and all day, if there was, I would have seen it a long time ago, how could I not have seen it! ”

In the dim light, his eyes were blue and black, obviously because he hadn't rested well for a day and a night, and this was true.

However, Zhao Bai did see the dead soul, which contradicted each other. If a mortal still has a soul alive, he will not say that he has been hiding in a corpse and not coming out. If it was possible during the day, but the first night was Zhao Qing's guard, and he didn't see it.

Sang Ling only felt that there was a lot of fog in it, but she didn't expect that a city where many mortals gathered would be so strange and strange.

Zhao Bai said some more continuously, but what curtain moved, and the coffin sounded these things that caught the wind and shadows.

Things didn't work, Sang Ling didn't continue to stay, and was ready to go back to rest with Hache, but Su Luo took the initiative to stay, and at the same time ripped Zhao Qing down.

"The two of us will continue to keep vigil tonight, there is still an hour and a half before dawn, whether it is true or false, it happens to be seen and seen, and the truth is false."

This was said to Sang Ling, and without waiting for her to answer, Zhao Bai was the first to jump out and agree.

"Good! Since you don't believe it, stay and see for yourselves. I, I'll go back to sleep first. Tomorrow, I'll keep it again! ”

Saying that, without waiting for Zhao Qing to answer, he smeared oil on the soles of his feet and left.

Sang Ling raised her eyebrows and looked at the back of this person, and always felt a little bit of a taste of running away, not only afraid of ghosts, but also like a weak heart?

The mourning hall made a fuss for a while, and slowly regained its calm.

But when Sang Ling fell asleep and woke up, she didn't hear about the haunting of the mourning hall again. The wind was calm, as if Zhao Bai was really drunk before, and he was dazzled.

At this time, it was already the third day of Master Zhao's death, and according to the customs of the city, the deceased who died violently had to go out of the funeral to prepare for burial on the third day of death, that is, this morning.

But I didn't want to, but at this time, it was another moth.

And this haunted incident happened in the blue sky and daylight, under everyone's noses.