Daughter-in-law

Chapter 753 Mourning Hall
"Where's that old man?" I turned to Duanmuqing and asked.

He told me what happened just now, but he didn't tell me that the old man had been sent to hell by him.

I thought that the old man was still in the world, so I'll find out what's going on if I ask.

"That...that I sent people to the underworld."

Hearing my words, Duanmuqing scratched his scalp in embarrassment and said.

"What?" I was a little puzzled.

That old man obviously has a problem, why did this guy send him to the underworld without asking clearly?
"At the time I was busy live broadcasting, so I didn't take it to heart, so I did it," Duan Muqing said.

I looked at this guy and felt a little annoyed.

"You are an underworld messenger, this is your main business, brother, don't mess it up." I said helplessly.

Duanmuqing waved his hand, and said with a little embarrassment: "Okay, okay, I understand, I will pay attention to it in the future, just tell me what to do about this matter."

I frowned, the old man named Zhao Qingting would never say those inexplicable words before going to the underworld for no reason, he must have seen something.

But now that he had sent Duanmuqing to the underworld, even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't ask.

He said that many people would die on the day of the temple fair, is it true?
"Boss, I told you a long time ago that this bitch is unreliable, and it's impossible to let him do it. Why don't you let me do it in the future."

At this time, the old Taoist, who was full of resentment towards Duanmuqing, seized the opportunity and attacked him.

I ignored the old Taoist, Duanmuqing=Although it is not very reliable, but compared to the old Taoist, it is still much stronger, who knows that this guy will make trouble on the big girl's belly one day.

There is also the most important point, the status of a veteran.

He is the reincarnation of Zhong Kui. Back then, Zhong Kui was a celestial master, and his status in the underworld was equal to that of Lord Hades.

Although the current old Taoist looks very wretched, he is Zhong Kui after all.

A little underworld status is really not good enough for him.

"In this case, we must go there on the day of the temple fair." I said helplessly.

I'm not a person who likes to meddle in other people's business, and now that the general has not been found, I don't want to be distracted.

However, there are too many people in the temple fair three days later. If something happens, I am afraid that many people will be involved.

It would be fine if I didn't know about it, but now that I know, I can't be indifferent.

After all, no matter how salty I am, there are only ten people, and there are some things that I can't just sit on the sidelines.

That old man must have known something, so he wanted to tell Duanmuqing before entering the underworld, but he didn't expect that bitch to send him to the underworld without listening to what he said.

What was he talking about?
What is that thing in his mouth that is about to wake up?

There were a lot of people on the day of the temple fair, and I was afraid of accidents, so I called Xu Yang the next day and asked him to come to the shop, and then told him what happened.

Now that Xu Yang follows me, he has seen a lot of great things in the world, and even got Qiongqi to possess him once.

So after listening to me, he didn't show too much shock, but just frowned.

"I know, I will bring my brothers to make an idea on the day of the temple fair." After listening to me, Xu Yang nodded.

Then he looked at me nervously, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and asked, "Will there be something unclean this time?"

Being possessed by Qiongqi, Xu Yang's life was almost lost, which made him feel scared when he thought about it.

So now he is scared out of his wits.

"I don't know, I can only wait until that day." I said to him.

Hearing my words, Xu Yang was taken aback for a moment, and then heaved a heavy sigh, knowing that his troubles probably came again this time.

"Why don't we go to his house first?" Xu Yang said while looking at me.

Hearing his words, I couldn't help but froze for a moment.

I've been thinking about the temple fair, but I forgot about it.

That Zhao Qingting's body should not be cremated yet, what happened to him before he died, you should know by looking at his body.

"Okay." I nodded and agreed.

Xu Yang took out his mobile phone and made a call, probably to the police force, asking for the location of Zhao Qingting's home.

After a while, the location was sent, and Xu Yang and I walked out.

Walking out of the shop door, I looked up at the sky, only to find that it was snowing, but the snowflakes were very small.

We got into the car and Xu Yang started the car.

"Old Xu, do you usually watch Peking Opera?" On the way, I asked him bored.

Xu Yang shook his head and said, "No, I don't have time at all. Besides, even if I had time, I wouldn't watch it because I don't understand."

I shrugged my shoulders, noncommittal. Xu Yang is the captain of the criminal police team. He is usually very busy. Of course, he has no time to watch Peking Opera. Let alone Peking Opera, this guy probably has never watched ordinary TV dramas.

Moreover, Xu Yang is a rough person, Beijing opera is really difficult to understand, and it is normal for him not to like it.

Of course, I haven't heard that stuff much, in my impression, it's only old people who hear it.

But recently, because of the relationship with the Deyun Club, I have nothing to do to watch some Peking opera.

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, anyway, it has completely changed my previous view of Peking Opera.

Peking opera is really a purification of the quintessence of the country, and it is so comfortable to listen to.

Xu Yang and I were chatting casually. After about 20 minutes, Xu Yang parked the car in front of a small western-style building.

This place should not belong to the urban area, it is a suburb, and the rows of single-family small western-style buildings look very beautiful, and they are all places that only the rich can afford.

It seems that Zhao Qingting should be richer.

This is normal. In the past, opera singers couldn't get on the stage, and they were laughed at as opera singers.
In recent years, the country has vigorously promoted the national culture, and the careers of those old artists who had lived a difficult life ushered in a second spring, and their status has risen a lot.

As the status rises, the income will naturally rise accordingly, so it is not surprising that Zhao Qingting can live here.

There are two white lanterns hanging at the entrance of the villa, one on each side, and elegiac couplets are pasted on the entrance.

Xu Yang walked over directly, then reached out and rang the doorbell.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in black came out.

He looked at Xu Yang and me with some doubts. When I was worried about how to reveal my identity, the man didn't ask any questions and invited us in directly.

Xu Yang and I looked at each other, and there was nothing strange about it.

Zhao Qingting is a well-known old entertainer in Jishui and has many fans. If I think about it, this person also regards us as fans who came to express condolences.

This is just right, saving us from wasting our tongues.

The man took us to the back yard, where there is a mourning hall. Outside the mourning hall is a coffin, and inside is a bed, on which lies an old man wearing a shroud. It is the dead Zhao Qingting. .

According to the custom in Jishui, people who die must stay at home for two days before being cremated.

The body of Zhao Qingting had just died and hadn't had time to be cremated yet.

I glanced at the parked corpse, but saw nothing.

But Zhao Qingting's ghost has already been sent into the underworld by that guy Duanmuqing, so this stopping spirit doesn't really mean much.

In the innermost part of the altar was an altar with tributes, and behind it was the portrait of Zhao Qingting. The old man had a serious expression and looked like a master.

Outside the mourning shed, there were many people sitting, drinking tea and chatting there, many of them were elderly people.

It should be Zhao Qingting's colleague.

There are a row of shelves on both sides of the coffin, and on the shelves are placed pieces of python robes, which are props for singing operas.

Seeing more than a dozen python robes, I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

I have seen some reports, and know that these python robes are not cheap, they are real handicrafts.

And I can tell that the python robes placed in the mourning hall should all be handmade, and the price of this kind of craftsmanship is calculated in square centimeters.

There are more than a dozen pieces here, so the value cannot be underestimated!
Thinking about it, these python robes should be used by Zhao Qingting when he was alive, but now that he is dead, the family members took out these python robes, could it be that they wanted to be buried with him?

(End of this chapter)