Mucha smiled imperceptibly.

Liang Muxiao, Liang Muxiao, in this life, you are destined to be only Bai Manyin's puppet, even if you became the master of the Liang family in the previous life and became a saint admired by everyone, you are just an accessory of Bai Manyin, if you don't have Bai Manyin, with your psychological quality, you don't know where you were forgotten by Liang Wangting.

After several people were silent for a while, Liang Zhicen saluted Bai Manyin, which was regarded as the end of the endless stream of attention.

Bai Manyin raised his arm, made a rude gesture, and then looked at Liang Muyue in the coffin sadly:

"Let's take a last look at Yue'er, especially you Cen Er, you love a few sisters the most, take a good look at her. ”

Bai Manyin gave up his position to Liang Zhicen, so that Liang Zhicen and Liang Muyue could say goodbye well.

Liang Zhicen stood in the position that Bai Manyin had given up and glanced at her.

Hmph, are you afraid that I won't be able to see the soul bound nail in her chest? Do you have to provoke me into a conflict with you? I don't fall for you.

Although he thought so, when Liang Zhicen looked at Liang Muyue's face, he unconsciously felt sadness.

Liang Zhicen's character is natural, and he has three younger sisters, Mu Xia, Mu Yue and Mu Zhi.

For every sister, he likes it, even for Liang Muxia, who almost never goes out, he tries to express his concern.

Although there was no definite evidence, he was almost certain that Liang Muyue was killed by Bai Manyin and Liang Muxiao, because only they could have soul binding nails.

He felt that this was karma, if it weren't for Liang Duyue's embarrassment of Mucha everywhere in order to please Bai Manyin and Liang Muxiao, he would not have died in vain.

The saddest thing is that even if Liang Muyue dies, she can't live in peace, the three souls are nailed here, and they will be used to continue to frame others, and I don't know when I will be freed.

Liang Zhicen then really fell into uncontrollable sadness, holding the coffin and crying as if no one was there, without a trace of the demeanor of the third young master of the Liang family.

Liang Duyu and several of Lan Ninghai's closed disciples hurriedly went up to support him, comfort him, and take him aside.

With a wave of Bai Manyin's hand, the disciples in charge of the funeral began to close the lid of the coffin, and the brothers and sisters began to fake crying, and Liang Zhicen couldn't cry by himself.

"Ninth sister, you are so pitiful, at a young age, you went before you became an adult. ”

"Xiao Jiu, go with peace of mind, my sister will remember you. ”

"Yue'er, I will worship you every year. ”

“......”

Mucha followed behind the group, pretending to wipe tears and feeling disgusted.

True and false, hypocritical!

Suddenly, an unusually real, mournful cry came.

"Miss Nine, you died so unjustly, today is your first seven, if you have any grievances, you must say it, Xiaoyu, I am desperate, and I want to avenge you." ”

It turned out to be Liang Muxia's personal little girl Xiaoyu, who shouted for the Lord.

Liang Muyue has been lying in the past seven days before she comes to cry out, and she doesn't know if she is really loyal to the Lord or has other plans.

It seems that Bai Manyin has already made a move, once Liang Zhicen is not fooled or he really doesn't see the nail in Liang Muyue's chest, he will arrange for others to continue to promote the development of the plot.

Bai Manyin looked at Xiao Yu's rude appearance, motioned to the disciples present to pull her away, and reprimanded at the same time: "Xiao Yu, today is the day of Miss Jiu's burial, what are you messing around here?"

Xiaoyu kowtowed desperately, and soon broke her forehead, and blood flowed down her cheeks, which really made people feel sad and crying.

"Big lady, Miss Nine died unjustly, I beg the big lady to make decisions for Miss Nine. ”

Bai Manyin looked at the sundial outside the house, burial is a very particular thing, and it must be buried at a time calculated in advance.

The time of dusk is fleeting, if Xiaoyu continues to make trouble, it will definitely delay the hour, but looking at the tragic appearance of her bloody face, Bai Manyin also showed an unbearable expression.

In the end, she hardened her heart and scolded:

"What are you messing around, the cause of Yue'er's death has long been investigated, how can there be any grievances, I can understand your feelings, but if you continue to make trouble, you will delay the hour, and let Yue'er go uneasy, which is the real harm to her. ”

Bai Manyin waved her hand again, and several disciples who were pulling Xiaoyu were about to drag her out of the mourning hall, but Xiaoyu, who had no aura, suddenly burst out with great strength, broke free from the hand that held her, threw herself on the coffin and hugged the coffin lid, crying hysterically.

"Big lady, please believe me, last night Miss Nine gave me a dream, saying that Miss Eight killed her, saying that she died unjustly, she said that in the first seven days today, she will definitely come back to tell her grievances, and the eldest lady should not let Miss Nine leave without knowing anything!"

Although there is no soul cultivation in this world, and Mucha can be said to be the only one who cultivates souls, but this world is still very superstitious, and things that have no theoretical basis such as dreams are regarded as truth in this world.

The people did not dare to speak, but they began to talk with their eyes.

"It's all a dream, how unjust it is. ”

"If you die unjustly, you won't have a corpse. ”

"What if this is a corpse?"

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that black donkey hooves should be used. ”

"The rumors in the rivers and lakes are not credible, as long as the person who killed Xiao Jiu dies, Xiao Jiu will naturally go with peace of mind. ”

The person who killed Liang Muyue, according to Xiaoyu, wasn't that Liang Muxia?

As a result, everyone's eyes instantly focused on Mucha.

Mucha is now waiting for the disaster to come up, looking at Xiaoyu with a play-watching mood, the performance is really bad, a few disciples who have cultivated in the middle of the foundation can't hold an ordinary person who has no aura, can they be fake?

She couldn't help but want to bow her head and laugh, but the smile was stifled by the countless glances that suddenly came.

What's the situation, why are you looking at me?

Look at what I'm doing, I can't read your eye contact.

Muxia's expression at the moment was very weird, the smile that was held back made the muscles of her face stiffen, and the sudden doubt showed half of her face, in short, it made people feel that she was empty.

Bai Manyin also saw Mucha's expression, and asked loudly, "Muxia, do you have anything else to say?"

As soon as Bai Manyin's words fell, a hidden weapon came out of nowhere, wrapped in a thick murderous aura, and flew directly towards Bai Manyin's face.

A masked man flew in and stood in front of Mucha. Although he only showed his eyes, everyone could see that there was death in his eyes.

"Miss Mucha be careful, I'll protect you, you go quickly. ”

Mucha hehehe, he really underestimated their acting skills just now.

This impassioned, life-sacrificing loyalty, is really well performed and seamless.