"Sawahiro, the memorial service is about to start, why are you here?"

While Qiao Wan'er spoke, she quickly glanced around, but she didn't find any other figures, and her tense heart relaxed.

She saw that there was a medicine box in the trash can next to Ye Zehong, and she suddenly became nervous again, and bent down to pick up the medicine box.

"Loratadine oral liquid?" Qiao Wan'er was slightly stunned, looked up at his cold face, and asked with concern: "Is there anything uncomfortable, does it matter?" ”

"I'm a doctor myself, I'll take care of my body, let's go."

Ye Zehong glanced at Qiao Wan'er lightly and strode away.

Qiao Wan'er glanced at the medicine box suspiciously, and quickly followed behind Ye Zehong.

The memorial ceremony was very solemn.

Paper Pegasus is a group of 50 and hangs on the roof of the memorial platform in a string, and hangs symmetrically on both sides.

The breeze rises, and the paper pegasus flies like a galloping horse, lifelike.

The memorial ceremony officially began, and standing in the first row were the Ye family led by Ye Yingtang.

Lu Yao was arranged in the second row, she stood in the crowd of black pressure, her hand unconsciously touched her arm, and she was puzzled.

She tried her best to escape the fate of drinking eight-treasure porridge, and the moment she drank it, she began to touch her arm as if it were psychological, but this time it was different from usual, and she did not get sick immediately.

It made her feel weird.

Ye Zehong inadvertently glanced back at Lu Yao, and the corners of his lips raised a slight smile.

Her hair is coiled behind her head, she is wearing a solid-colored Chinese-style buttoned cheongsam, a high collar that makes her neck more slender, and a small white flower pinned to her ear has a touch of purity and charm in her simplicity.

Solid color, perfect for her.

Qiao Wan'er also glanced back at Lu Yao and frowned secretly.

The mage walked to the altar with two of his men, and the mage lit three large sticks of incense, sprinkled a handful of salt and rice, and recited a mantra in his mouth.

Suddenly, black clouds covered and the wind blew, and white curtains danced on both sides of the crowd.

It was the first time for Lu Yao to participate in such a grand sacrificial ceremony, and she had goosebumps on her arms, and she felt eerie and weird.

"Meow ......"

Two big black and white wild cats jumped on the altar out of nowhere, staring at the crowd with fierce eyes, among them, the big black cat had a puppet in its mouth.

From a distance of more than ten meters, I can't see what the puppet looks like, but I can see that the puppet is wearing a bright "vomit yaw ga to Xi", that is, the Miao costume.

Everyone was confused, only Yang Lan trembled, her five fingers clenched into fists, her fingers pinched her palms, and her eyes stared at the puppet in the black cat's mouth with fierce eyes.

Yang Lan's gaze quickly swept around, and finally landed on the long-haired subordinate on the mage's left side.

The long-haired subordinates noticed her scrutinizing gaze, hooked their lips coldly, and secretly snapped their fingers, and the two wild cats looked fierce, and suddenly roared violently, frightening everyone to take a step back.

"Mom, what is this mage you invited doing?"

"Mom?"

Ye Hua asked in a whisper, but there was no response, she took Yang Lan's hand, "Mom? ”

Yang Lan came back to her senses, suppressed her emotions, and shook her head.

The next second.

The big black cat jumped in their direction with the puppet in its mouth, and Ye Hua was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Yang Lan.

As soon as Yang Lan wanted to move, the puppet in the mouth of the big black cat fell precisely in front of her.

When she lowered her eyes and saw the Miao name embroidered on the puppet, the blood in her whole body rushed to her brain, and the suffocation made her eyes go black and she fainted.

Ye Hua stretched out his hand to hug Yang Lan and called out in horror: "Mom...... You wake up......"