Wealthy Heavenly Master[Transmigration Book]

Although Qi Bo'an is not young, he doesn't have any underlying diseases. How can a person drown in the bathtub of the bathroom for no reason? Yes, this led to death, but Qi Boan died peacefully, without the slightest trace of struggle, which made his death very suspicious. Therefore, when everyone faced Qi Boan's death, the first thought that popped up was murder.

At this moment, it is stormy, unless the murderer has been hiding on this small island early in the morning, otherwise, only these people in the house are the ones who committed the crime, and thinking of the Second Aunt Qi who has not been found so far, maybe the Second Aunt Qi has already been killed. If so, two people have already died, and these two people are still heirs to the property. Even if Qi Boan still has two sons, they can still get a little bit, but compared to what Qi Boan can get if he is still alive. Property, that point can be regarded as almost negligible, and Aunt Qi, who was never married and had no children in her life, if she died, it would be equivalent to completely losing a share of property.

Compared with the corpses stored upstairs, the very likely truth of the death is the root cause of the anxiety of everyone in the castle.

Two of the original six property heirs of the Qi family are now dead, the second and third children are left on the son's side, and the eldest and youngest are left on the daughter's side, together with the family they brought to the castle to celebrate their 20th birthday. , The number of people is not small, there are more than 20 children and grandchildren at least, and the murderer is very likely to be one of these [-] people.

The rain outside the house was almost breaking down, and it didn't mean to stop at all. The young children were put in a room, and the children's mothers were also guarding the side. In the living room were the children of the aunt and grandma, and Several grown grandchildren.

The second son of the Qi family saw that the old man's son had finished making the phone call, and asked eagerly, "How is it? Can you send someone over?"

Qi Bo'an's eldest son shook his head: "The police have been called, but the island is not coming. There is no boat to go to sea in this weather."

The second child of the Qi family scratched his hair: "What a ghost!"

Before he finished speaking, a flash of lightning outside was followed by thunder that resounded through the sky. The loud sound shocked everyone in the room who were already panicked.

Wen Ran has been by Grandma's side all the time, and the old lady Qi, who has experienced a lot of troubles, was not frightened by this sudden murder, but was a little worried about whether her old sister would accept white-haired people sending black-haired people, especially if she didn't want to die all of a sudden. Without two, if it was really done by the people in this castle, then the murderer might be her children and grandchildren.

Almost subconsciously, Mrs. Qi looked at her eldest grandson. Although she also knew that in the current situation, no matter how capable her grandson was, he would not be able to solve the situation caused by the weather, but she felt that as long as her grandson was around, she would It can make her feel at ease.

Qi Yunjing didn't want grandma to suffer, so he said: "Grandma, you and aunt grandma go upstairs to rest together, it's useless to stay here."

The grandma sighed, and the aunt at the side asked the servant to cook some supper: "Let's eat something. If the rain stops tomorrow, there are still a lot of things to do. Only by cultivating your energy can you have the strength to deal with things."

My aunt asked someone to cook a pot of pimple soup. It was the middle of the night, and most of the people in the living room were men. I guess they didn’t like sweet soup very much. At this time, the chef had already fallen asleep, so it would be too late to make noodles with noodles. It was too late, and there was a lot of flour, so I asked someone to cook a pot of pimple soup, and my aunt said: "Everyone eats a bowl to fill their stomachs."

Then he said to the servant on the side: "Go make a cup of oatmeal." Then he looked at grandma: "Don't eat this pimple, it's too late, we can't compare the digestion power of young people, drink a cup of oatmeal and go up to rest gone."

Soon the servant brought another cup of cereal, and everyone else shared a bowl of gnocchi.Since Qi Tianmin passed away and her aunt took charge of the family, although she would not interfere with the affairs of Qi's company, but because all the shares are in her hands, in the Qi family, aunt and grandma have the right to speak, and she treats her children and grandchildren with respect. She was not a very kind old lady at all, she always had a very serious face, so the younger generation of the Qi family almost habitually obeyed her, even though they couldn't eat much at the moment, they still behaved honestly. He took the bowl handed over by the servant and ate it one bite at a time.

Qi Yunjing held the bowl and didn't move, and Wen Ran, who was sitting next to grandma, didn't eat either. The aunt smiled at him when she saw it: "Don't you like to eat lumps? There are also some young people who like to eat in the room upstairs." If you’re hungry, you can eat whatever you want.”

As soon as my aunt finished speaking, the lights in the hall suddenly flickered. Even though the doors and windows were closed, there was still a strange wind in the house. In a dimension invisible to everyone, a group of small black figures rushed down from upstairs. , seemed to want to try hard to bump into a young man in the hall.

But he was just a ghost without substance, even though he exhausted all his strength, he still passed through the young man's body.But the little devil didn't give up, and rushed over again and again, bringing up the dark wind in the house.

All the people who were eating were panicked. How could there be a wind blowing in the house.

The third child of the Qi family quickly stood up and greeted the servant: "Is there a window that was blown open? Go and see where the wind is coming from?"

Wen Ran was just when everyone was panicking, a flash of spiritual light popped out from his fingertips and flew into the little ghost's body. The little ghost who had been passing through his body again and again suddenly seemed to be able to touch people, and instantly animated the young man. He rushed away from the spot, and the bowl he had not had time to put down fell to the ground and shattered all over the floor.

The person who was knocked away was Qi Boan's eldest son, Qi Wenting. After being knocked to the ground, Qi Wenting was stunned. He clearly felt that something pushed him hard just now, but there was obviously no one around him just now. .And this scene was also seen by other people. They saw Qi Wenting almost vacated on the spot and fell backwards. This weird scene, coupled with the dark wind that came from nowhere, made everyone's heart skip a beat. .

The most calm person in the audience was my aunt, looking at the lumps and pieces of noodle soup scattered all over the floor, wondering what she was thinking.

Grandma was a little panicked by this sudden change, and said gently: "Grandma, let's go upstairs first."

Grandma quickly grabbed my aunt's hand: "Let's go up first."

Wen Ran put his hand on the back of grandma's hand: "My aunt may stay to handle some housework."

My aunt also smiled at her grandma. Compared with facing the group of children, the warmth in her eyes was undisguised: "Go up, I'll be here in a while."

Grandma was full of uneasiness, but she didn't get up, but sat firmly beside her aunt and grandma.

Seeing this, Wen Ran naturally didn't persuade him any more, Qi Yunjing also walked over, protecting the old man behind him.

Someone looked at the accident in front of him, and shuddered inexplicably: "Hey, what's going on here?"

And the little ghost on the ground is showing its figure bit by bit.

Suddenly there was a child in the room, a child with green skin, who looked like he was not a living person, even a group of old men were shocked by this scene and almost had a heart attack.Not to mention a few girls, it would be bold if they didn't faint from fright.

Wen Ran put his hand on grandma's shoulder: "Don't be afraid, grandma, that kid won't hurt anyone."

To say that among these people, the one who regained his composure about this kind of thing the fastest was grandma. When her husband was still alive, she liked these gossips. Her grandson's marriage contract with Wen Ran was also dreamed up after death. So when she saw this kid, Mrs. Qi seemed very calm.

Apart from those who were so frightened and screamed, Qi Wenting was the most shocked and unable to recover.Even if he turned into a ghost, even though he hadn't seen it for more than ten years, he still recognized it at a glance. That child was his brother, his brother who died 15 years ago.

Qi Wenting blurted out almost subconsciously: "Brother..."

The kid with hollow eyes looked at his grown-up brother, his stubbornness and coldness seemed to fade away a little bit, he opened his mouth, probably wanting to call out his name, but in the end he just said hoarsely: "Don't eat, go away ..."

Qi Wenting instinctively rushed towards the little devil, but the whole person flew to nothing, he couldn't touch him at all: "Brother! Have you always been here? Have you always existed like this all these years? Why did you If I don't show up, you won't come to see me, and my mother is gone, brother, you are not here anymore, you, have you seen your father? Is your father also there?"

The little ghost lowered his eyes and shook his head: "Not here, you, go, leave here, and never come back."

Qi Wenting tried to pull him, but his hand could only pass through the kid's body, Qi Wenting hurriedly asked, "How did Dad die?"

At this question, a group of people next to them who had huddled together because they saw ghosts immediately held their breath. Before, they only thought about murder, but now their world view has been broken, and the truth of death has become infinite possibilities!

The little ghost glanced in the direction of the group of people next to him. There were uncles and aunts he was familiar with, and there were also younger brothers, sisters, and even nephews and nieces he was not familiar with. In the end, the little ghost just said: "Don't check, don't ask, his death is his fault." I owe you my life, Wen Ting, leave here and don’t come back.”

Before the little ghost left, he walked up to his aunt and grandma, and said softly, "Uncle, I've been here, always." After finishing speaking, he bowed to Wen Ran again: "Thank you." He knew that if it wasn't for this person , his younger brother would never see him again, if he hadn't helped him, his younger brother would have eaten that bowl of food with ingredients, he failed to save his mother, his aunt and father, but at least, he protected his younger brother .

Wen Ran looked at the kid curiously: "Don't you hate it?"

If the kid didn't kill those two people, he even tried to stop the kid's actions just now, but his death was indeed caused by his father and aunt, wouldn't he hate it?

The kid seemed to want to smile at Wen Ran, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull away the corners of his stiff mouth.

When the little ghost disappeared into the hall, everyone heard the little ghost's last words. He said, "Because they are relatives."