Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

As soon as he finished speaking, Si Tong rushed behind the pillar next to him like the wind.

Then......

There was nothing else, because the person should be in the guest bedroom of the Xie family's old house at this moment.

Mr. Xie was dumbfounded.

"Where is the person, where is the person, where is the person who can open the ghost gate?"

Xie Bian, Fan Wujiu, and the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, who were waiting at the Ghost Gate, rushed out all at once and looked around.

It’s not like Mr. Xie hasn’t caught ghosts before, and he’s naturally sensed the underworld, but it was the first time he saw a real ghost like he did on New Year’s Day when he looked at the calendar!

When Xiao Yuan saw them, he subconsciously moved sideways to block Yan Yuanyuan. Suddenly, he remembered that she couldn't see them, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it was a good thing Yuanyuan couldn’t see it, otherwise I would have had a nightmare at night.

Fan Wujiu straightened his hat of "Peace in the World" which was pushed crooked on his head with a sullen face, and pointed at Mr. Xie, "Did you open the door to hell?"

Mr. Xie swallowed his saliva and said, "It's not me."

"Who is that?"

"Don't ask me, I don't know, I didn't see it, you can ask him." Old Master Xie pointed at Xiao Yuan.

Xiao Yuan: “…”

What a joke. The Yin Messenger can only be bullied after his death, but the ancestor gets bullied every day. How could he, a person who works in the business world, not know which side is heavier?

More than a dozen eyes turned to Xiao Yuan.

He was at a loss for what to do. After a long pause, he said, "She turned into a butterfly and flew away."

The Yin messengers:......

Thinking they didn't believe it, Xiao Yuan remembered the skirt that Si Tong had just placed on the chair in the front hall.

So he pointed over there and said, "Look, the clothes she wore before she transformed are still there."

The Yin messengers:......

In the end, Xiao Yuan was taken away by the ghosts. After Grandpa Xie comforted Yan Yuanyuan with a few words, she returned to the old house.

Not long after he left, Xiao Yuan's third uncle and aunt came.

Yan Yuanyuan did not tell them that Si Tong and Mr. Xie had come, but said that Xiao Yuan remembered it herself, and then was afraid that she would do something stupid, so she chose to reincarnate in the underworld.

Looking at Uncle Xiao Yuan's hair that had turned white due to the backlash, Yan Yuanyuan felt extremely guilty.

She transferred the money that she and Xiao Yuan had agreed on in advance to them, and went to the hospital to visit Xiao Yuan's apprentice to pay his hospital bills, and left him 200,000 yuan.

Yan Yuanyuan didn't want the young apprentice, so she said that the accident happened on the way to deliver clothes and it was considered an industrial injury. She asked him to take good care of himself and she would need him when he recovered.

She wants to keep Xiao Yuan and her hard-earned Huan Embroidery Workshop going.

Three days later, the locked room was opened from the inside. Yan Yuanyuan was standing at the door in a black dress with a white rose flower on her chest, holding an urn in her hands.

She turned around, her eyes scanning every corner of the room, her eyes red.

A hand covered with band-aids gently stroked the urn, and said softly: "Brother Yuan, I changed a 'new home' for you. Every word there was carved by me personally. I know you said not to let me touch knives, but I promise this is the last time I misbehave. If you know, please don't be angry!"

However, no sound responded to her words.

But she didn't care and continued:

"Let's go, Miss Si and the others are waiting for us in your 'new home'. You must not be rude again this time."

On this day, at the funeral of the owner of Huan Embroidery Workshop in Jinghai City, most people in the circle went to pay their respects.

Everyone lamented the fate, and at the same time, they felt sorry that such an accident would happen to such a young talent, leaving his childhood sweetheart alone. In the future, he would have to support the huge Huan Embroidery Workshop, and no one knew if she could survive.

Outside the cemetery, Si Tong, dressed in plain clothes, leaned against the passenger door of the Bugatti, his hands in his pockets, a dogtail grass in his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, the foxtail grass in his mouth was snatched away by someone.

She narrowed her eyes and rubbed her fingers, knowing who it was without even looking.

"Also, give... um..."

The next second, her mouth was blocked.

Strawberry flavored.

Humph, he's smart enough!

Si Tong held a lollipop in his mouth and asked clearly, "I didn't expect you to come here. Do you know each other?"

"Yes, a classmate of mine in the second grade of junior high school."

Si Tong: “…”

She remembered looking at the tombstone just now and it seemed that Xiao Yuan was already 32 years old this year. She had learned about the modern nine-year compulsory education, so she naturally knew that normally one would enter the second grade of junior high school at around the age of twelve.

Xie Junyan is 28 years old this year, four years younger than Xiao Yuan.

Take Xiao Yuan as an example. He was twelve years old and in the second grade of junior high school. Then when Xie Junyan was in the second grade of junior high school, he was only - eight years old!

Wait, that's not right. The dates on the trophies in the study and the years on the diplomas...

"Awesome!" Si Tong looked up at the sky again and gave him a thumbs up.

Suddenly she felt a slight movement of evil wind, and she reacted quickly by biting the stem of the lollipop.

Sure enough, the remaining section was pinched by the opponent and pulled out.

Xie Junyan warned: "Learn something good."

Si Tong looked indifferent, as she had already bitten the candy and couldn't throw it away.

Just when she was feeling proud, her nose suddenly itched. She couldn't control her physiological reaction and sneezed: "Ah--hmm!"

whoosh-

Something with a white stem and a red head flew out of her mouth and landed on the green grass.

The red contrasts with the green, which is very eye-catching.

"Xie-Jun-Yan! You bastard, give me your life!"

Si Tong leaped directly onto Xie Junyan's body, hugged his neck tightly, and wrapped his legs around his waist.

Xie Junyan's eyes flashed with surprise, his body stiffened, he threw away the "tool" in his hand and held her waist loosely.

Si Tong didn't notice these.

Because at this moment, her desire to die together with him reached its peak!

The two hands wrapped around his neck were not idle, they were making hand gestures quickly and muttering to themselves.

Xie Junyan looked at the little face so close to him and the red lips that were opening and closing, and frowned.

Want to block it.

It's noisy!

He did whatever he thought.

Si Tong was chanting a lightning spell when she suddenly felt a warm touch on her lips. Her eyes widened instantly.

How dare he!

How dare you!

Cover her mouth with your hands!

And he didn't even have a chance to wash his hands when he came out of the cemetery!

“Mmmmm (Heaven and Earth Thunder), Mmmmm (All Laws Shock)…”

Si Tong recited for a long time, and when he looked up, he saw the sky was clear and cloudless.

Okay, a thousand years ago in the metaphysical world she had a nickname, the Daughter of Heaven.

Today, a thousand years later, she, Si Tong, is about to officially announce the severance of her father-daughter relationship with Tian Dao!

Father Tiandao, do you know what you have lost?

Humph, you have lost my respect.

You! Lost my heart!