The debt repayment life of the full-level metaphysics

Chapter 860 Mr. Daqin
Qin Yingjun could hardly believe his ears, his face became paler, his feet trembled slightly, and he paced on the spot: "Why, how could this happen? Master Xia Xin, you are not scaring me, are you?"

He looked at Xia Xin expectantly, wishing that Xia Xin would tell him that all this was false.

Xia Xin had a serious face, and somewhat hesitated in his heart. He would rather be wrong and make a mistake.

but……

No matter how many times he watched it, the life fire on Qin Yingjun's body was still very weak.

None of that is fake.

Xia Xin couldn't speak for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Yingjun knew in his heart that his whole body was cold, and he couldn't feel any warmth in the funeral home, so he murmured tremblingly: "How could this be? I haven't been anywhere for the past two days. Go, is it really Wen Mao?"

He looked at Xia Xin suddenly, his eyes full of fear.

"Is it really Wen Mao? Could it be Wen Mao?"

Xia Xin scratched his head, "Well... I don't know, I didn't see Wen Mao near Mr. Qin... and logically speaking, although Wen Mao died violently, he didn't die at the hands of Mr. Qin. I won't come to pester you."

Qin Yingjun felt a little better when he heard that it wasn't Wen Mao, but his face was still pale, "It's not Wen Mao... Who could it be? I haven't offended anyone, nor killed anyone..."

"Well, Mr. Qin, don't worry, I'm actually not sure, maybe I'm wrong, don't be afraid, let's go there first, and deal with Wen Mao's funeral, anyway, I'll be with you today, if If something really happens, I'm also here...you, don't worry. "

Xia Xin felt a little guilty when he said these words.

However, Qin Yingjun trusted him unexpectedly. Hearing Xia Xin's words, he relaxed instead, "Yes, with Master Xia Xin here, I have nothing to be afraid of, I'm sure I'll be fine!"

He kept cheering himself up to calm himself down, swallowed hard, and took Xia Xin to the reserved hall first.

That is a gentle mourning hall.

Wen Mao died young, according to the custom of their side, it can't be a big deal, so they didn't inform other people, only some close relatives came.

There are not many people.

On the rather large mourning hall, it seemed extraordinarily empty.

Xia Xin followed Qin Yingjun and heard a burst of crying, looked up and saw several men and women gathered together.

One of the women, wearing a black dress, was sitting on a chair, crying uncontrollably, her eyes, nose and cheeks were swollen.

It seemed that he was about to faint from crying.

There were two men and a woman beside her, comforting her.

One of the men, who looked somewhat similar to Wen Mao, looked a little haggard, and kept sighing beside him.

"Parents, aunts and uncles, the master of Scorching Sun Temple is here." Qin Yingjun took him, walked up to several people, and introduced Xia Xin to them.

Only then did Xia Xin understand their identities, and he bowed to them, "Hi, I'm Xia Xin from the View of the Sun."

Qin Yingjun's father, Qin Yongfu looked over, took out a handkerchief to wipe his glasses, put it on again, and then stretched out his hand, "Master Xia Xin, hello, I am handsome father, just call me Qin Yongfu. "

Xia Xin nodded, "Hello, Mr. Daqin."

"Is this... really the master of Scorching Sun View?" The crying woman hiccupped when she saw Xia Xin, and looked at Xia Xin with some hesitation.

Judging by his age, he is much younger than Wen Mao, he doesn't look like a master at all.

(End of this chapter)