"Nonsense!"

The majesty was full of nonsense, which made the movements of several people pause, and Feng Yin looked out along the sound, blinked, and looked at the photos on the mourning hall.

She handed over the ashes in her hand to Fu Changgui.

"Let's fall."

Feng Yin took a few steps back in time, took the mobile phone of the live broadcast, and pointed it at the old man at the door.

"I didn't expect me to cry so well, but before I played, people were resurrected by my crying."

In the live broadcast room, netizens saw the portraits on the black and white photos and the old man standing at the door, which was creepy.

People didn't die? Who are the ashes?

And who burned it?

"Dad, Dad, Dad——- you, you, you, you, ——-"

Fu Changgui stumbled, the urn in his hand was like a thousand pounds, and it was too heavy to throw it, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The woman was also dumbfounded, what's going on? What happened? Isn't it dead? So who did she burn?

The old man at the door walked in with a cane, pointed to the ground, looked at Fu Changgui and said, "You still know that if you come back to see me, you have a conscience." ”

"You ———"

The old man's crutches suddenly turned around, pointed at the woman, and said menacingly: "I really hope that I will die soon." ”

"Dad—-"

"Don't call me Dad, I don't have a daughter like you, never."

"You think I don't even know about your little tricks, huh!"

The old man snorted, and the woman sat on the ground with a limp body, and he knew that he was not dead.

"Put down the box, it's not Lao Tzu inside, cry what are you crying!"

"Isn't it—who is this?"

"The eighth king I raised."

The old man said that I raised the eighth king, and with a click, the box fell to the ground.

"Don't waste it, these are all good medicinal herbs."

Feng Yin stepped forward, took a plastic bag that he didn't know where to go, and put away a box of Wang Ba's ashes.

The next thing was very simple, the woman was arrested.

It turned out that the old man set up a bureau, one was to force the man to come back, and the other was to get rid of the thief.

That's why there is a fake death, a fake funeral.

I didn't cry for mourning, and I watched a bloody story of a wealthy family.

The policeman who went to the police also said hello when he saw the wind groaning.

I don't know when it started, many public security organs paid attention to Feng Yin, and it seems that she has a magical physique.

Where, where something happens, it's very magical, unexpected.

Feng Yin held up his phone and watched the ending.

The old man was not bad, and he paid them a few salaries, and although he didn't cry, he was a witness anyway.

Fu Changgui and the old man left together, and the rest of the matter was not something they could participate in.

Feng Yin took three people who had been washed in spirit, a dog, and got into the car and left.

In the car, Lin Yu said with great emotion: "The inheritance is so difficult to inherit, I must obediently listen to my parents." ”

"Brother Li, do you think I should make a will, you said that I am alone, if I die, it is a pity to have so much property."

Li Sanyi gave Zhang Boer a look and said, "Get away!" ”

The wind in the back seat groaned, carrying a plastic bag in his hand, and said, "Go to the river." ”

"Okay."

Zhang Boer drove to the river.

It was quite early when I came, it was just dawn, and there were people by the river.

Feng Yin came down with a plastic bag and walked to the river with his mobile phone.

"What am I doing... Isn't this the ashes of the king's eight to let them enter the water for peace. ”

"How can you think that, how can I sell it, and besides, it's all burned in a stove, and I bring something from someone else."

"Someone came to release him so early—his mental state."

(End of chapter)