Make-up corpse please be reserved!

This matter finally came to an end. As for the outcome of the final trial, Wang Chunhua didn't want to worry about it, so she drove He Qianlin back to the funeral home.

Liu Yan caught He Qianlin in the attitude of a hungry tiger and a wolf, looked up and down, touched He Qianlin's cheeks that had not completely faded the baby fat with tears in her eyes, and said with heartache: "Why are you so thin? It looks like you are so tired." Wait, Auntie is going to get you something delicious." After finishing speaking, she rushed into the kitchen without looking at Wang Chunhua, who had already lowered her face.

On the contrary, Gao Lei nodded at Wang Chunhua with a smile on his face, and said with some embarrassment: "My lord curator, I received another one last night. It is also a survivor from Mr. Qin's time. After a few days in the hospital, it still didn't survive. , the family members insisted on being there when the furnace was delivered, and later the body was removed during the cremation, and now the door of the cremation room is still sealed, waiting for you to come back and take a look!"

Wang Chunhua raised her eyebrows, glanced at He Qianlin, and found that the other party was staring vigorously at a small rock under her feet, and had no intention of taking this matter on her, so she couldn't help but feel a little helpless. , became He Qianlin's nanny, not only to protect her, but also to protect the people around her, what a crime!

Looking at Gao Lei who looked like I'd be stalking you if you didn't go, Wang Chunhua pretended to look at the bright sunny sky, and softly said: "Do you feel that the surrounding temperature is getting a bit chilly? "

Gao Lei's complexion changed suddenly, he quickly rubbed his arms together, and quietly moved towards Wang Chunhua, with an inaudible vibrato, pretending to be calm: "The curator really knows how to joke!  … …Ha ha"

The dry laughter was sealed back by He Qianlin's look of contempt, Gao Lei swallowed, only to feel that the originally hot air seemed to be really invaded by a cold air, and obviously this cold air was heading towards him Otherwise, why did the sudden gust of wind blow my facial nerves a little uncoordinated.

Wang Chunhua gave Gao Lei a blank look. He didn't expect such a tall and thick guy to be so unintimidated, and he didn't know how he could work in the funeral parlor for so long without being scared crazy by the weird atmosphere!

But when it comes to Mr. Qin, Wang Chunhua only felt a little stuffy in his chest, gritted his teeth, and was extremely resentful: Huh, don't be caught by me, or you will be bound to hell and thrown into the river of vain life, and you will be thrown into the river of vain life by thousands of people. Soul Bite!

There is nothing unusual about the cremation room, it's just a little bit more cloudy, but this is a normal phenomenon for funeral homes!

With Wang Chunhua around, Gao Lei was full of confidence in an instant. He opened the door and said, "It's like this. At about ten o'clock last night, the family members came to the door. They have heard about the previous incident, so they are very taboo. I also suggest that they burn it quickly." I was afraid that it would not be good if it took too long, and the family members agreed, so they signed the relevant documents on the spot, pushed them into the furnace, and started the furnace at 35:[-]. All of them ran away. Anyway, the cremation furnace is fully automatic. At that time, I was also afraid, and I didn't dare to stay, so I ran away. I came here at noon today and boldly locked the door. At that time, I discussed with Liu Yan if You won't come today, we will all go to the town to sleep tonight, we dare not stay here!"

Wang Chunhua frowned and looked at the cremation furnace, then stretched out her hand to explore, looked at Gao Lei with a flash of eyes, left without saying a word: "It's fine here, but you'd better burn some paper for him tonight! "

"Ah" Gao Lei's face turned pale. Seeing that Wang Chunhua didn't intend to explain clearly to himself, he quickly looked at He Qianlin with a pleading face: "Qianlin, what's the matter? What is the meaning of the curator? Uncle?" Isn’t it impossible to survive? Qian Lin, you must save Uncle, Qian Lin, Uncle’s life depends on you! Hurry up and help me to intercede with the curator. !"

He Qianlin opened the cremation furnace expressionlessly, looked at the ashes that had not yet been put away, then stared at the brand new scratch on the window without saying a word, pointed at the scratch, and said softly: "Uncle, Hua Hua is right, you can burn some paper tonight, it will be fine!"

Gao Lei's face turned livid for an instant, he lowered his head and answered vaguely, looking at the half-closed door as if swallowing a fly, he couldn't say any uncomfortable words.

Wang Chunhua ran all the way to the downstairs of the dormitory, stretched out her hand to block the sunlight above her head, squinted her eyes and glanced at the dormitory building, she clearly felt a strange feeling just now, but she lost her target when she chased it out, and looked through her fingers The hot sun makes the chill in my heart even deeper!

It seems that Mr. Qin has his eye on He Qianlin all the time, and it's normal to think about it. He Qianlin's blood can maintain the energy he needs, and can even better nourish his soul, so that the body and soul he took back can be more compatible.

With such a fatal attraction, the blood of other people will naturally be compared. Wang Chunhua's face was gloomy, and she was sure that the Yin Qi could no longer be caught, so she turned around resentfully, and was about to go back to the room when she was heard from the kitchen. Attracted by the scent, he lurked into the kitchen secretly, taking advantage of Liu Yan's inattention, and walked away with the steaming soup cup on the table.

Lying on the soft bed, Wang Chunhua was still thinking about what happened in the village. The ignorant people always try to listen to the destiny and believe in the destiny. How did the world become so deformed?

A speck of light flew out from Wang Chunhua's fingertips, floating in mid-air, and the next moment the brilliance condensed into reality, and a small white pill exuding halo fell down and was pinched in Wang Chunhua's hand. This is the tree of life and death. The vitality of the year, if a mortal swallows it, she can get infinite vitality, if she swallows it, her skill will increase by [-]%, and the vitality will turn into a hundred years, and the content will not grow old!

Wang Chunhua swallowed her saliva, this trip was really worth it, with a light pinch of her fingers, the little white pill was suddenly wrapped by a snow-white petal, and then flew towards Wang Chunhua's seal and disappeared in a flash of brilliance!

Two days have passed without a hitch, and Wang Chunhua has been extremely entangled these two days, and has decided to make a quick decision. He hastened to cleanse He Qianlin's body and take her to the place where she should go. This is all over, but why can't it go away? As for hands, I usually look at the peach blossoms and occasionally tease myself, and occasionally tease the lotus, why is it so difficult for me to do such a pleasing thing!

Wang Chunhua lay on the boss chair and sighed heavily. The business of the funeral parlor is getting better and better, and there is obviously a shortage of manpower. Even the freezer where the corpses are parked is a little overwhelmed. According to Liu Yan, it is better to add more. The site is only so big, so it can only be built in the sky, and an additional floor will be built above the morgue.

Liu Yan is taking care of all this, and Wang Chunhua doesn't care about handing over documents or anything. The most he does these days is to lie on the boss's chair and sigh.

"Master Curator!" The crisp voice interrupted Wang Chunhua's fugue.

"Zhang Yang..." Wang Chunhua squinted her eyes and looked at the visitor. The noon sun shone on the visitor, and even this person became a little scorching. His skin was originally wheat-colored, but the arms exposed under his eyes were even darker. .

"Master Curator, can I still come to work?"

Wang Chunhua stared at Zhang Yang's dim eyes, and said softly after a long time, "Yes!"

Zhang Yang smiled reluctantly, nodded, and left the office. It looked like he was going to the dojo. He didn't know what the outcome of the trial would be, but Wang Chunhua was not a curious person either. Zhang Yang didn't want to talk about it or ask, anyway. Karma in this world is always reciprocated. It’s not that you don’t repay, it’s just that the time has not yet come!

However, the arrival of Zhang Yang strengthened Wang Chunhua's originally hesitant heart. That night, she took He Qianlin back to the room and locked the door. Seeing He Qianlin looking at her with a puzzled expression, she not only felt a little hypocritical, but pretended to cough Cough!

"Huahua, are you uncomfortable?" He Qianlin immediately became nervous.

Wang Chunhua despises herself a little, she wants to be a bad person, why put on airs, anyway, He Qianlin is not a human being, so she just does what she should, and she comes directly, she is also a person of status anyway, even if she came to the mortal world, she also got a trace of it. The breath of hypocrisy.

Wang Chunhua immediately looked at He Qianlin seriously, and said in a serious tone, "Take off your clothes!"

He Qianlin was a little surprised, but didn't resist. She took off her clothes obediently. Seeing Wang Chunhua staring at her chest again, she straightened herself up and asked, "Why do you keep looking at this birthmark? What's different about it? ?"

Wang Chunhua's eyes flashed, and she said softly: "It's your identity! But now you don't need to know so much. When it's time for you to know, you will naturally know. Have you noticed any difference in it!"

He Qianlin looked down at the birthmark on her chest, but was attracted by the shrunken flower pistil. She couldn't help frowning, stretched out her hand and stroked the uneven lump, looked at the birthmark and shook her head at Wang Chunhua , She has never faced this birthmark squarely, if Wang Chunhua didn't pay attention to her chest every day, she wouldn't pay attention to this birthmark.

He Qianlin always felt a little uncomfortable with this birthmark. Occasionally, when Wang Chunhua looked at her, she always had a thrilling thought that the curator was not looking at herself, but looking at this birthmark through herself. What exactly are birthmarks?Why is the curator so concerned about it?Why has it been so many years, and I haven't noticed anything strange!

Wang Chunhua looked at He Qianlin who was seriously studying the birthmark, and considered how to say what to say about He Qianlin's body, but she couldn't say: "I want to wash your marrow and cut your bones, I need to break your body", no, these words As soon as I said it, I felt like a liar in the rivers and lakes.

Is it possible to say: "Hey, I don't feel like staying in the world, so give me your body quickly, I will help you wash the marrow and cut the bones, and then we will ascend together!"

No, this sentence is too substandard. Wang Chunhua was a little distressed. Just as she was about to break it, she suddenly thought of the movie she saw that day. How to say that sentence: "Let me show you a different feeling Bar!"

Well, this sentence is good. It has depth and artistic conception. The key is that it is not straightforward enough. This kind of subtlety adds a little bit of magnanimity, and there is a little bit of boldness in the temptation. Yes, this is the sentence.

He Qianlin looked at it for a long time and didn't see any difference. She looked up at Wang Chunhua, only to find that the curator in front of her was staring straight at her chest, almost drooling, her dull eyes and blushing face made her feel so sad. He Qianlin was a little hesitant. Last time, she failed to force her chest into her mouth. This time, seeing the expression on the curator's face, she must have guessed correctly!

He Qianlin nodded knowingly, knelt up, stretched out her hand, pressed the curator's head and pressed it towards her chest.

When the night was dark and the wind was high, only Wang Chunhua's scream was heard: "Ah... huh"

Everything is silent, only a faint sigh left!