local demon bureau

Reply to him immediately, probably I didn't see it, I'm busy.

After tidying up the house, Xie Ya went to catch the bus with a box of fruits brought back from the Bureau of Demon Management. Ma Sucheng couldn't see the end, and he didn't know where to participate in the track and field competition to win it back. Because there were too many, Mei Shutong and Shui Mo almost vomited, urging Xie Ya to quickly bring a few boxes home.

Xie Ya, who had not finished eating the rice he brought home from the Demon Management Bureau last time, and was urged to carry the fruit, couldn't help but sigh, what a sweet worry.

After getting off the bus, Xie Ya heard a burst of firecrackers not far away, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

Is it red or white?

There was a bad premonition in his heart for no reason, after the sound of firecrackers stopped, Xie Ya walked forward quickly, gradually started to trot, stepped on the residue of firecrackers, stopped at the door of Meng Yangyu's house, and bumped into Yang Yin who came out.

"Aunt Yang, what's the matter?" Xie Ya asked slightly panting.

Seeing that he was holding a box in his hand, Yang Yin said angrily: "Come to Aunt Yang's house to pick up something. It looks heavy, so you won't be allowed to carry it back. Don't do it again next time."

Xie Ya raised the corners of his lips and said, "Aunt Yang, I didn't spend any money. It was a gift from our unit. There are still two boxes at home that I can't finish eating."

Hearing Xie Ya's words, Yang Yin had a smile on her face, and pushed Xie Ya's back, "Go into the house quickly, the next door is going to carry someone out, children don't look."

"What do you mean?" Xie Ya's expression froze immediately.

Yang Yin explained: "The son of the Jiang family next door called an ambulance this morning, and died before being sent to the hospital. The ambulance just left."

"Is it... Jiang Zhi?" Xie Ya asked in surprise.

"Yeah, why did I forget, he and you are classmates." Yang Yin originally planned to go to the next door to see, after all, she has been a neighbor for so many years, and wanted to ask if there was anything she could do to help. When they ran into Xie Ya, it was only now that they remembered that Jiang Zhi and Meng Yangyu were classmates, and naturally they were also Xie Ya's classmates.

The two were talking, when Jiang Zhi's body was carried out, and Jiang Zhi's face was not visible under the cover. The Jiang family did not let the funeral home take the body away, but set up a coffin in a nearby open space. At this moment, Jiang Zhi was moved into the ice coffin in the spiritual shed.

A man walking in the front held a black umbrella to cover Jiang Zhi from the sun, and an old man behind him held a few branches in his hand, muttering words, and sprinkled paper money all the way.

The paper money was blown by the wind to Xie Ya's feet, sticking to the soles of his shoes and refusing to leave.

The person who carried the body did not know who sprained his foot, and the whole body was tilted to the left, revealing half of Jiang Zhi's dead white and thin face. His eyes and mouth were wide open, as if staring at Xie Ya angrily.