Shen Jie: "???"

Is this a matter of different colors?

"Haha, just kidding, this kind of thing itself makes no sense." Wang Qi continued.

The main reason is that he has a black dog at home, and some time ago someone was planning to draw its blood to ward off evil spirits. Isn't this based on his feelings?

He walked over and patted the door.

After a while, the backyard door opened, and a girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties, wearing sackcloth and mourning, opened the door.

This is Fan Jing.

She had obviously met Wei Guohua and Shen Jie a long time ago and knew them, and her face was full of disgust.

However, Shen Jie said hello to her, and she knew that she was coming to the live broadcast for the first seven nights to refute the rumors about Mrs. Cat-faced incident, so she gave up her seat.

The courtyard is not that big, but it is well maintained.

In the main room directly opposite the door is the old lady's mourning hall.

The old lady with a kind face in the black and white portrait is staring out the door.

Wei Guohua's family of three naturally had a bad temper toward Fan Jing, and they started to quarrel without saying a few words.

Fan Jing has a fierce personality, and she would not hesitate to scold all three of them.

But Wang Qi felt a headache because they spoke in dialect and spoke very fast.

Just listening to the voice sounded like a foreign language, and I couldn't understand what was being said.

"Wei Guohua is from a village near Jiangyu, and Fan Jing is also from that place. Because she is a fellow villager, the old lady let her rent here." Shen Jie explained that this was obviously not the first time he had seen this scene. .

I have no idea what they were arguing about.

But at this time, Xiao Zhan suddenly said from the side: "They are fighting for this house - you are taking care of the old lady because of this house... I want this house? When the old lady is in the hospital, I will stay by the bedside. , I didn’t see you coming here... Who knew the old lady was so ill... why would she call you? She called you more than ten times a day, but you didn’t answer, and the phone was blocked..."

Wang Qi: "..."

Damn it, I didn’t expect Xiaozhan to be a translator one day!

Although her Mandarin is not good enough, her local dialects are so smooth that she needs at least professional level eight!

Shen Jie was a little surprised, and quickly called to the cameraman Zhang Qiu, who quickly recorded the scene of their quarrel, and also recorded what Xiao Zhan translated.

Wang Qi watched for a while, then began to look around, and came to the mourning hall directly opposite the door.

The mourning hall is quite simple, but it has everything it needs.

The sky was a little overcast, and without the lights on, it looked a little dark.

The white urn is placed on the memorial table under the portrait.

A white candle is lit, and the candlelight flickers.

There were several sticks of incense inserted in the incense burner, which lit up with red light and filled with green smoke.

After exiting the mourning hall, Wang Qi planned to visit other places in the small courtyard.

There will be a live broadcast here tonight, so we need to investigate the scene carefully first.

But at this moment, the Wei family who were quarreling over there saw that they could not quarrel with Fan Jing. His son Wei Long suddenly became violent, picked up a piece from the ground, turned around, and threw it at Fan Jing.

Of course he didn't dare to actually hit people, he mainly wanted to scare people.

The brick flew past Fan Jing's head and fell into the mourning hall...

Wang Qi was turning to the courtyard gate when he heard a crisp "crash" sound.

Spare him the sixth-level Military Body Fist, and it's too late to do anything.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

The Wei family and Fan Jing rushed to the mourning hall in a hurry.

Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, and quickly moved to the camera carried by Zhang Qiu: "During the quarrel between the two parties, an accident occurred, and the sound of the urn breaking was heard in the mourning hall. What happened? Was it intentional or unintentional? A big disaster..."

The Wei family and Fan Jing have already arrived at the laying table.

The turning head that Wei Long threw earlier happened to hit the urn.

The porcelain box shattered and the ashes spilled onto the table.

They scrambled to collect the ashes, not forgetting to blame each other.

But suddenly, Wei Feng saw something, pointed at the portrait hanging on the wall, and screamed in horror.

The panic spread to others instantly.

When Wang Qi walked into the mourning hall, his eyes widened in surprise.

There were vague red tears left in the eyes of the black and white portrait of the old lady.

The originally kind face, coupled with these two lines of blood and tears, suddenly appeared indescribably weird.

Shen Jie, the cameraman, and the assistant were all stunned as they walked into the mourning hall.

Xiao Zhan, who was still standing in the yard, suddenly raised his head.

Rain is dripping from the sky.

The sky had been gloomy all day, and the late autumn heavy rain finally started to fall as night approached.

Muffled thunder sounded.

Wang Qi glanced at the few people in the room who began to tremble, and sighed secretly.
Chapter completed!