Xuanmen's little milk bag is the strongest worker in the underworld

Chapter 431 Don't See Who I'm Hanging With
Yang Xin raised his head from the sadness, his tear-stained face was full of confusion, "Why do you need a lighter?"

Looking at the three incense sticks in Yun Qi's hand, she felt even more surprised.

But she didn't know what was going on, and suddenly felt that Yun Qi was very reliable, so she took out the lighter from the bedroom without saying a word.

It was still used by Li Chuan before his death. Yang Xin stared at the lighter, the light in his eyes dimmed.

Yun Qi lit three sticks of spiritual incense, and waved them in front of Li Chuan.

Let him inhale some smoke, and slowly, the black mist on Li Chuan's body dissipated, and the soul of the dead became much more stable, and even the black that slowly appeared in the eyeballs faded.

Yun Qiuce was startled: "Xiao Qi, didn't he commit suicide? Why does he become angry when he gets excited?"

The black mist is actually the resentment of the dead soul. In most cases, people will not have resentment when they die.

Resentment will only appear on ghosts who died unexpectedly or were unwilling.

As for Li Chuan's cowardly behavior, how can he look like a ghost?
Yun Qi sighed and shook her head, the baby's fat little face actually had a somewhat compassionate feeling:
"He didn't completely commit suicide, he died more from the heart."

Yun Qiuce rubbed his head, feeling that he could no longer understand what Yun Qi said, nor did he understand the world.

Suicide is suicide, why are there so many sayings?
Yang Xin's eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back, "You...what are you talking about? Are you crazy..."

Saying that, she opened the door and ran out.

Yun Qiuce was afraid that she would call the neighbor over if she panicked, so she hurried away with Yun Qi.

Because Li Chuan was by Yun Qi's side, he could walk in the sunlight in broad daylight.

Leaving the rental house, he was in a low mood, with his head down, without saying a word.

Yun Qiuce shook his head: "I can't understand this world anymore, why are one or two just trying to trick me?"

Yun Qi quietly tugged on the corner of La Yun Qiu Ce's clothes, signaling him to keep his voice down and take care of Li Chuan's mood.

"I've seen my girlfriend, now, should I get into the topic?" Yun Qi asked.

Li Chuan hesitated for a long time, nodded, and then slowly raised his eyes:

"You know everything?"

"It can probably be figured out," Yun Qi sighed, "Actually, you left very suddenly, completely out of plan, so you don't have to worry about the people who are important to you in this world, although there are only a few of them, but you I still want to visit them again, hoping to see them live well. This is also one of the reasons you came to me."

"Ah? That means you just want to see someone who is important to you, and you don't have any demands for revenge?"

Li Chuan shook his head, "The reality is cruel, I don't want to say it."

Damn, it's charades again.

Yun Qiuce feels desperate for this world where even ghosts pretend to be ghosts.

Four or 10 minutes later, the two and one ghost came to another residential area, which is also an old community. Most of the people living here are old people. Because of the long history, the community is full of privately built shanty houses and privately pulled. electric wire.

It's messy, but full of life.

A smell of fried peppers came from the windows on the first floor.

Li Chuan stopped, squinted his eyes and sniffed it seriously, and said lightly, "I won't be able to eat it anymore."

It was the kitchen of his house that wafted the smell of fried peppers, and Li Chuan's mother, Liu Ping, was cooking.

Yun Qiuce went up to say hello as before. When it was mentioned that Li Chuan gave him a dream, the pupils in Liu Ping's eyes trembled suddenly, and then she lowered her head to avoid Yun Qiuce's sight.

He wiped his eyes pitifully with his apron, "What's wrong with me? Just such a son, a white-haired man will send a black-haired man, and he will be able to live a day-to-day life in the future."

Yun Qi looked at the balcony, and found that there were many flowers on the balcony, blooming very well, obviously the owner took good care of it.Although the living room was simple and small, it was also cleaned cleanly. Even the dining table was covered with white napkins.

So Yun Qi tilted her head, with a smile on her slightly raised lips, "But I think you're living a pretty good life, the house is so clean, obviously you're in a good mood, right?"

Liu Ping frowned, and a mean look appeared on her face: "Why are you so dumb, kid? I just died. How can I be in a good mood? As for the room... I am naturally clean, and my house used to be clean. It has to be cleaned up.”

"Hmph!" Yun Qi snorted coldly, and pushed open the door of a small bedroom. There was only a desk and a bed, and the bed was covered with white and blue sheets, which looked spotless.

"Huh?" Yun Qi turned her head, her eyes full of innocence and confusion: "It's so clean, Auntie, is this your son's room?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Your son is so old, there is nothing in the room, it's not normal. Could it be that you just threw away his things not long after he died?"

Liu Ping panicked for a moment, "Yes—yes! I lost my only son, and I felt sad, so I wanted to tidy up the house. I couldn't see my son's things, so I felt better."

Yun Qiuce scratched the back of his head, feeling something was wrong.

A woman over fifty years old, who lost her only son, is still in the mood to clean up.

Is this woman's psychological quality very good?

When the dog he raised was lost, he cried to death.

Just as he was thinking, the door creaked, and an old man in his 50s walked in.

He still had a newspaper in his armpit. His face was vicissitudes and emaciated, the corners of his eyes were drooping, with three white eyes, and his eyebrows were thick and messy.

Before Yun Qi could say a word, Yun Qiuce leaned over and said in a low voice, "Tsk tsk, this person seems to be born with a violent temper, extreme and stubborn, and may have violent tendencies."

Yun Qi said pleasantly: "Uncle has made great progress recently, you can see it!"

"Of course, don't look at who I hang out with."

When the old man saw Yun Qiuce and Yun Qi, his expression became even more irritable, and he murmured and questioned Liu Ping: "Who are they? Okay, what are you doing bringing outsiders into your house?"

Liu Ping timidly replied: "They said they were Xiao Chuan's former friends, and came to see me specially..."

"Cut!" The old man snorted coldly with disdain, "Only your unjust son has friends?! Walk around, you are not welcome in our family..."

He originally said it to Yun Qiuce, and Yun Qiuce just rolled up his sleeves and wanted to output a wave, when he felt a gust of wind brush his face.

Then, hiding behind Yun Qi all the time, Li Chuan, who had a low brow and pleasing eyes, turned into a fierce ghost, clasped one hand into a claw, floated past Yun Qiuce, and went straight to the old man.

One paw clasped the old man's neck and lifted him up.

"Fuck... what is it?" The old man couldn't see Li Chuan, and patted the hand that was holding his neck with both hands in vain.

Liu Ping turned pale with shock: "Old man, what's wrong with you, old man?"

(End of this chapter)