Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder Cheating Strategy

He stayed in his mansion for several days. "Yuanbao, how is he?"

Yuanbao didn't reply, his eyes were a little dull, obviously in a daze.

Jiang Shi called him a few times, then he looked back, "young master, what did you just say?"

"What's on your mind recently?" He looked up and down at Yuanbao, frowning, with a melancholy between his brows.

"No..."

Looking at the young master with a look in his eyes, Yuanbao lowered his head in a hurry and was afraid of looking at him.

He did not dare to say that he was afraid that the young master would blame himself all his life.

Qian Yan is dead.

It's buried on the hillside in the south of the city.

The young master didn't see him for the last time.

"Tell me what you need." Jiang Shi is not the one who forces others to deal with difficulties. People don't want to say that he won't ask the bottom of the matter. "By the way, how is he these days?"

"Ah?" Yuanbao's eyes twinkled, "he? He's... he's fine. "

Jiang frowned, "if you're tired, go back and have a good rest. I haven't been out for a few days. I'll go and have a look."

"Ah

Yuanbao was flustered. He knelt down on the ground with a plop. His shoulders were shaking and he was very afraid.

"Young master, you... Don't drive me away."

He pinched his eyebrows. Yuanbao made him feel very wrong. He was absent-minded in doing anything, and a touch of uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

"Mr. Qian is doing well. Yesterday I heard that a rich wife gave him a few silver dollars."

"Really?"

Yuanbao is like a frightened rabbit, lying on the ground, shaking constantly.

"Really

Jiang Shi pinched his eyebrows and said, "go and get me a pot of herbal tea."

"Yes." Hearing that the young master didn't pursue further, he took a breath in his heart and quickly stood up and stepped back.

I dare not lift my head.

If he raised his head, he would find that Jiang Shi had a look in his eyes.

With a cake in his mouth, he went out of the house to chunlou opera garden.

After walking for a while, he suddenly felt that someone was following him. Looking back, he found no suspicious person,

He walked for about half an hour, and the more he walked towards chunlou, the more depressed he felt. His back was cold, and his uneasiness came to his mind.

He hurried to chunlou opera garden, only to find white cloth hanging on it and pieces of paper all over the floor.

The door says "thank you for closing the door.".

It looks like someone's dead.

There was a flurry on his face. He raised his hand and knocked on the door! Open the door! Is anyone there

"Qian Yan an! A thousand inkstones

The palm of his hand was numb, and no one paid any attention to him.

The passers-by looked at him and kindly said, "don't knock. The opera garden won't open. Their corner is dead!"

Jiang Shi's face was unbelievable. His eyes were full of red blood. He looked back at the man and roared: "you're dead! He can't, he's still alive! How can you say "no" or "no"

He banged again and again, his palms were red, his eyes were filled with sadness, his eyes were red, and his mouth was always called Qian Yan'an's name.

After a long time, Xu was inside and heard the movement outside. Then a man came and opened the door.

"Don't knock. In the future, chunlou won't sing opera. If you want to listen to the opera, please go elsewhere."

The man was suddenly stunned. Jiang Shi pushed him away and went inside. There was a mourning hall, with white cloth on the tables and benches.