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With insufficient information, there is no need to contemplate, Xie Chi was too lazy to have a headache, so he ate noodles quietly.

Half an hour later, everyone went on the road again, unimpeded all the way, around nine o'clock in the evening, they arrived at the door of Zhao's house.

Zhao’s family is the expected Xuanhe. The house occupies a very large area. On the ground in front of the vermilion red door, there is a copper basin. In the basin is burning paper money, flying with the ashes of sparks, a bit like fireflies in the summer night.

Standing outside, everyone could see the white soul flags hanging high in the Zhao family. The soul flags swayed slowly in the night breeze. At first glance, they looked like a footless female ghost in white.

The door was closed tightly, Dao Xuancheng was about to go up and knock on the door. The door opened from the inside. When the concierge looked at them, he was about to smile comfortably, thinking of the person who had just died in the master’s house, and immediately retreated and greeted the road. : "The news came, saying that the growth is here, the little Zheng is about to lead people out to meet the Taoist leader, and help the Taoist leader carry the coffin. I didn't expect the Taoist leader to arrive, ashamed and ashamed."

When the employment was about to be completed, Dao Xuancheng's pressure was relieved, and his tone was relaxed: "No problem, fortunately we caught up and didn't delay the employer."

"Yeah," the concierge said with a wry smile, "My young lady waits day and night. If the Taoist master does not come again, she is afraid that she will ask someone to find you. She is because of the young master. , It was... sorrowful, the Taoist leader has not arrived yet, and she is even more anxious. She hasn't closed her eyes for a few days, and her face is haggard. I waited in my eyes and worried in my heart, but I didn't dare Advise half a word..."

Yan Jing sighed secretly: "It seems that Lady Zhao is very popular, even the concierge cares about her so much..."

The concierge heard Yan Jing’s words, looked at him, and sighed: "This little Taoist priest, don’t you know, my grandmother is really bodhisattva-hearted, and even an ant can’t bear to trample to death. She and the young master have been relieved over the years. There are thousands of poor people who have lived in less than tens of thousands. A few days ago, many children were missing in the town for some reason. She heard that she couldn’t eat for a few days. Later, she went to the Buddhist hall to eat and recite scriptures to pray for those children... ."

Xie Chi raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, kind?

The more the concierge talked, the more bleak his expression became, and he smiled bitterly, "You said that God, why didn't you accept the wicked, but took our young master away. The two of them were so affectionate as before. Now... Well, the young grandmother is also suffering..."

The porter said that his eyes were red, and his throat choked.

Xuancheng comforted him.

Yan Jing sighed: "Listening to him, Lady Zhao is really pitiful, kind-hearted and young, and has a good relationship with her husband..."

Xie Chi's focus is not here.

Her husband is newly bereavement, and Ms. Zhao is still free to move her grave? Doesn't she love her husband very much? What is the origin of this zombie, is it worthy of Lady Zhao so nervous?

The concierge asked the servants to carry the coffin in. Xie Chi deliberately dragged him and fell to the end of the line. He grabbed the servant and pointed to the golden coffin with copper horns. He asked, "I would take the liberty to ask, who is your young lady in this coffin?"

The man originally looked down on these sloppy little Taoist priests. When he looked up, he saw the gentle, clean and gentle brows, and immediately changed his attitude and said warmly:

"I heard that it was the father of the young lady who died prematurely. The young lady had a hard life. She was abducted since she was a child and had a good life only after being bought by our young master. She has been looking for relatives for these years, but she found her father in the first two years. ...Coffin, alas, what I want to do is to be reunited with relatives, but it is forever separated from heaven and man. Isn’t she now planning to move the grave for her father? Mianshan is a treasured land of geomantic omen, but in the end she is away from us Huai'ao Town is too far away, and it is not enough to relieve our young lady’s sorrow of family-friendship. Our young lady is the most filial."

Lu Wen said, "If you are my dad, you are the same age."

The zombies have been dead for more than 20 years. When they died, they were probably more than 20. Lady Zhao estimated that they were more than 20, which is not bad.

Yan Jing rubbed her hair, turning her head and said, "Brother Xie, the vixen and the zombie are a pair. The vixen and the zombie have a little vixen son, and the zombie is the father of Ms. Zhao, this..."

Yan Jing was also taken aback: "Isn't that the story of a zombie cheating vixen and abandoning her daughter Zhao Mianzi? It's not that Ms. Zhao was born as a vixen, but Ms. Zhao is actually a vixen? What kind of mess is this..."

Xie Chi said nothing, and when the next person was called away, he touched Yan Jing's head: "You believe what other people say."

Yan Jing stared, raised her head and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lu Wen also cast a puzzled look.

Xie Chi supported Yi with one hand and calmly said: "The title is "Zombie Lover". If the vixen is a junior, would he use the term "lover" to describe it? This requires a question mark. After all, zombie films are more traditional. Generally speaking, I don’t know how to praise Xiao San; as for your second hypothesis, I will see Ms. Zhao later and use gossip to show her whether she is a human or a demon. I am 90% sure if she is not."

Xie Chi chuckled slightly: "I am more inclined. This zombie has nothing to do with the Zhao family."

Yan Jing and Lu Wen were incredulous.

"why?!"

Xie Chi smiled: "Ms. Zhao has been separated from her family since she was a child. The subtext is-no one knows who her father and mother are, don't they? She wants to know who she knows. Ms. Zhao has been looking for relatives all these years. It's not a kiss, but...what about the corpse?"

Xie Chi said: "On the surface, what I am looking for is a living person, but what I want is... a corpse with signs of corpse transformation, in the name of seeking relatives, to find a suitable corpse."

Yan Jing was stunned.

Xie Chi said: "I first assume that the zombie is really Ms. Zhao's father. Then the problem is coming. The next person said that Ms. Zhao found her father's coffin two years ago. With her bodhisattva heart, she will bear her heart. Did Dad stay in the distant Mianshan for two full years before he made up his mind to move his grave? There was a contradiction in this."

"Why wait for two years," Xie Chi's smile widened. "I have a reasonable explanation-planting trees."

Yan Jing's eyes widened suddenly.

Xie Chi said: "The Daoist Lianxi said that when he came to Mianshan two or three years ago, he hadn't seen that piece of feng shui woods. It suddenly appeared. Who planted it and why? Huh?"

His ending sound rose slightly, which was a bit intriguing.

Yan Jing followed Xie Chi's thoughts for a while, and her scalp numb for a while, wouldn't Lady Zhao call someone to plant the ghost forest?

Lu Wen also looked solemn.

Xie Chi continued: "Any way of thinking, the zombie is not her own father, and has nothing to do with Ms. Zhao, everything makes sense."

"Assuming that Lady Zhao wants a powerful corpse with signs of corpse transformation, then I think it may be difficult to find a more suitable corpse than the current one. This corpse has the excellent Fengshui of three cases and three qi. Buried in Mianshan, where the spiritual power is gathered, the father and son are in the same coffin, and they are very grieving. It can be said that the time and place are favorable and the gathering, not to mention, Zhao Niangzi also specially destroyed the Feng Shui."

"She stayed there for two years, waiting for the corpse with signs of corpse transformation, absorbing the huge Yin Qi and completely turning into a zombie."

"What she wants in the end is a powerful zombie."

"Fuck!!" Yan Jing couldn't help but yelled, "Come on and recognize father!!"

Lu Wen's expression also sank.

Xie Chi tried to tighten the corners of his mouth: "Is the logic very tight?"

Yan Jing was hairy, and the little chicken nodded like a peck: "The truth is terrible!"

Xie Chi couldn't hold back, he chuckled, "Don't be nervous, all the above is nonsense."

Yan Jing and Lu Wen: "..."

[Hahahaha is the truth? No, I was talking nonsense]

[Haha I was just thinking, they haven't even entered the door, they are really giants in words, short in actions]

[The previous mistake is wrong, don’t you think this guess is a bit invulnerable? The boss denies that he is playing with the blind man]

[what]

The cannon fodder came to call them, and the three of them hurriedly followed and entered the house.

Xie Chi was absent-minded, chatting with Xie Xinglan in his mind:

"Brother, Ms. Zhao is true and hypocritical, it is easy to expose."

"Huh?" Xie Xinglan's voice was lazy.

Xie Chi smiled and said seriously: "After all, no one can compare to me in hypocrisy."

Xie Xinglan coughed: "...liar."

Koike is proficient in deception, and he is self-taught, deceiving people and deceiving zombies, as long as he can communicate with species, he can be deceived and used.

Xie Chi obediently said: "Everything I say to you is true."

Xie Xinglan was obviously pleased, and his laughter was low and pleasant: "Really? Anytime?"

"Well, any time." Xie Chi was a little eager to show, as if he was torturing him.

Xie Xinglan laughed and satisfied him: "Then answer me, do you like me?"

Xie Chi's face suddenly stiffened: "..."

Xie Xinglan jokingly urged: "Remember to tell the truth."

Xie Chi looked away: "...Don't."

Xie Xinglan smiled. Xie Chi was very good at opening his yellow voice without a face and no skin. He really made him speak serious, and he was too embarrassed to say it.

"Brother Xie, here." Yan Jing reminded him quietly when he saw him distracted.

Xie Chi returned to his senses, the concierge led them to the coffin place, took out a purse from the sleeve of the sleeve, and stuffed it to Taoist Xuancheng: "It's a reward for a long hard work."

Dao Xuancheng weighed in, shocked and panicked: "I can't use it, it's not that much!"

He was about to open the purse to pay back the large part, and the concierge pushed it back: "The young lady said that this is what you should be. She was afraid that you would not accept it, so she only gave a little more. It's a long trouble."

Dao Xuancheng had no choice but to accept: "Young grandmother really has a bodhisattva heart."

The concierge said: "It's getting late too, the young grandmother said, you must be tired day and night. She should have done the same as the landlord to keep you for one night, and then leave tomorrow morning. But she is too busy these days and has no time. Taking care of you, and being afraid of being negligent, I have specially arranged a comfortable place for you outside the house, so that the store can entertain you on your behalf, and I will take you there immediately."

Xuancheng said, "My young lady is so considerate, I am ashamed of it."

The concierge was about to make everyone leave, and Xie Chi suddenly asked, "When we arrive at the mansion, shouldn't we worship and order the young master, do we have all the etiquette?"

Dao Xuancheng slapped his head: "Yeah! I'm so confused! I even forgot the etiquette, thank you for reminding me!"

Daoist Xuancheng's expression was a little embarrassed: "I will lead my disciple to worship, right?"

The concierge’s eyes dodged, and in the blink of an eye he smiled and said: "Don’t bother you, the grandmother has already said that, it’s midnight, the etiquette doesn’t matter, it’s the right thing for you to take a good rest. Will remember."

Although Taoist Xuancheng was uneasy, he didn't force it anymore. After all, Ms. Zhao had already talked to this point. No matter how persistent he was, it would be a bit of a shame.

Xie Chi glanced over the porter's expression and raised his eyebrows slightly. Don't you let me see you? Is Lady Zhao shameless, or is she shameless?

interesting.

Xie Chi was thinking about how to see Lady Zhao, everyone's mobile phones rang--

[The progress of the plot has been updated. The actors follow the concierge to rest in the lady's building. ]

Xie Chi was helpless. Since the app has spoken, his plans can only be temporarily put aside.

On the side, Lu Wen took the opportunity to ask the concierge: "Why is it called Ladies' House?"

The concierge’s expression was mysterious: “That’s a good place. You’ll know when you get there. I’ll say it first. You will lose a lot of fun and novelty. My young lady’s meticulous preparation will not disappoint you.”

The group followed the porter out of the house and headed towards the lady's building.

...

At the same time, in Zhao's grandmother's bedroom, on a sandalwood bed, the man sat leaning against the head of the bed, while the woman undressed herself a little bit.

The man tilted his head inward, closed his eyes tightly, his appearance was not real, his cheeks were sunken, his cheekbones were high, his complexion was yellowish, and his skinny skinny, his broad brocade clothes were hung empty on his skinny body, funny and crippled.

Compared with the ugly skinny of the man, the woman opposite him was white and gentle, obviously thinner, she was still a beautiful woman, but her eyes were horribly bright with beastly madness.

"Sang Gong, Ming'er is your first seven. This shell will be completely useless for Ming'er. This is the last night." The woman choked and took the man's hand.

The man's hands were coated with a thick layer of wax, which felt smooth and greasy.

It is so hot, this wax is antiseptic.

She had taken off herself, and the huge shame made her cheeks stained with a touching blush, she finally leaned towards the man and whispered: "When you were alive, you wouldn't want me to die. If you say you want me, it’s hard for me to remarry. Now that you are dead, you can’t care about me. I want to do this so I don’t want to remarry.”

The woman snuggled quietly in the man’s arms for a while, unable to feel the familiar beating in the man’s heart, her eyes gradually hollowed out: "You always say you are not worthy of me, but you saved my bad life, glory and wealth. You gave it to me. You taught me to read and read, combed my hair and threw my eyebrows, and petted me by picking the stars and the moon."

Tears lingered in the woman's bright eyes and closed her eyes in pain.

"No matter how good the body is from now on, it's not entirely you anymore." She trembled and took off the man's clothes.

There was a silence.

For a long time, the woman chuckled suddenly, her voice tactfully like an ying cry: "You always evade that you are weak and can't do it. Actually, it's all up to me..."