"stop" Seeing the girl hanging a long sword on her back and about to walk out, the old man gave a deep drink, and tears rolled down his wrinkles: "Do you want dad to send you away too?"
"Dad, just forget it?"
The girl looked back at the old man, whose round baby face had been weathered by wind and rain, which made her look particularly pitiful.
"Forget it."
The old man raised his hand, and a fierce light suddenly appeared in his cloudy eyes, "Send your brother away, let's go together."
The girl looked at the old man who had just escaped from the dungeon and opened her mouth: "Dad."
Next, the father and daughter began to wipe the boy's body and tidy up his clothes.
Meng Fan took out the incense candle and lit it.
The white smoke dispersed slowly in the room, like sadness.
The young man lay quietly on the bed.
I can no longer feel the sadness of others.
Meng Fan looked at the flickering candlelight: "It hurts to leave."
The girl was packing away the boy's belongings and found some of the boy's clothes.
After looking at them, she shook her head with dissatisfaction and murmured: "Brother died without any new clothes."
Meng Fan suddenly remembered something.
In order to resolve the grudge between him and the Yuxian Sect and to deceive Su Pei that he was dead, he pretended to be dead in the Yuan family and even made a display in the mourning hall.
At this time, there were still a few sets of sets bought by Yuan Nantian in the Qiankun Space.
He took out all the shrouds that came and handed them to the girl: "There are old-fashioned ones and new ones.
Just follow the appropriate customs."
"This" the girl held the clothes and was stunned for a moment.
She looked up at Meng Fan and said in surprise, "You have these."
"I used to run a funeral business in partnership with someone."
Meng Fan pursed his lips and told a half-truth in good faith.
He didn't know how Zhang San's career was doing now.
If Zhang San was here, he would definitely He was good at organizing a nice funeral for the boy.
“There are actually suits” The girl's beautiful eyes flickered, and she looked deeply at Meng Fan, full of gratitude.
She took out a black suit, walked to the bed, made some gestures on the young man, and said softly: "Brother always nagged me that he wanted to wear a suit when he was alive."
Live in the secular world for a while, watch movies, go shopping, and if you have a good chance, go to a car show."
The girl kept talking, then turned to Meng Fan and said: "This suit is just right, as if it was tailor-made.
Thank you, thank you."
If Meng Fan didn't turn into a pillar, he would indeed have a very similar figure to the young man.
The old man walked to the bed and looked at his son who was wearing a suit.
He shed tears again and murmured: "Decent, so decent."
Then he turned around, pulled the girl, and bowed deeply to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan waved his hand and asked, "Did he like cars when he was alive?"
The girl nodded and pulled out a wooden box from under the bed.
After opening it, it was full of car models, big and small, red and green, all dazzling.
She said to Meng Fan: "He always complained when he was alive.
If he was born, In the secular world, you might become a taxi driver, or preferably a race car driver, but here" The girl's voice softened: "But this is the world of cultivation."
Meng Fan stopped talking, sat down cross-legged, took out the paper-tying materials, and began to tie up the paper.
When they were in the alley, Meng Fan used paper figures to escape the pursuit of the patrol.
The father and daughter didn't think it was strange.
They knew that Meng Fan wanted to do his part, so they thanked Meng Fan gratefully and continued to work. .
It was about to dawn, and Meng Fan had already finished his work.
Put two sports cars made of paper and two golden boys in front of the boy's bed.
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When the father and daughter saw this, they kept thanking Meng Fan.
Without Meng Fan, the young man's funeral would have been much shabbier.
Now It's already beyond expectations now.
By this time, the house had completely changed.
Everything that catches the eye is black, and every trace of air reveals solemnity.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone in the yard, the girl and the old man discussed it, bowed to the boy's body, and said softly: "Brother, my father has just escaped and it is not easy for him to show his face.
According to your last wish, he will not be allowed to die."
Then I will bury you outside the city, and then your ashes will be scattered on the longest and widest street in Qingqiu City.
You don’t need to remember the past.
Leave it to me and dad.
We will help you avenge the murder that harmed you.
All of them will not die well."
The old man looked on, wiping the corners of his eyes with his sleeves.
His old face was red, and his tears were almost gone.
How he wished it was him lying on the bed After a moment of silence, the old man raised his red and swollen eyes and said to Meng Fan: "Brother, look at this, you have worked hard all night, and now it's time to give it away, please help me."
Since I'm wearing a suit.
There are paper cars and paper people.
The old man hoped that the funeral could be carried out in Meng Fan's way.
After that, he put a genealogy in Meng Fan's hands.
The old man's name was very simple, Zhou Chunhai, but the names of the twin brother and sister made Meng Fan stunned for a moment.
The girl's name was Fenxiang, and the boy's name was Zibai.
Wild bamboo shoots are also tall bamboo shoots.
Meng Fan couldn't help sighing and sighing, the old man deserves to be a cook Naming his children is a struggle with Zhang San, and Octopus still feels resentful about his own name.
Fennel and wild rice are both vegetables.
The old man explained from the side: "My mother loved to eat the cold fennel and stir-fried wild rice I made before she was alive."
Meng Fan could only nod his head solemnly, stood in front of the boy's bed, and said to the father and daughter: "The burial has been completed, the spirit has been guarded, the mourners have arrived, ashes return to ashes, earth returns to earth, Zhou Jiaobai will be there all the way."
Good to go.”
Meng Fan grabbed the paper cart and burned it with fire attribute energy.
When the girl named Fenxiang and the old man named Zhou Chunhai saw this, their pupils suddenly shrank.
What a blazing flame it was, more powerful than the flames condensed by any cultivator they had ever seen.
Meng Fan grabbed the golden boy and beautiful girl again and burned them to ashes.
He shouted: "Keep the wild rice stems."
After the words fell, the incense candle swayed for a while, and the white smoke condensed into threads, swaying and floating in front of the mourning hall, as if there was a spirit, and bowed deeply to Meng Fan three times.
The old man and the girl were kneeling on the ground, bowing their heads and crying.
One for his biological son and one for his twin brother.
Meng Fan glanced over and felt a stabbing pain in his heart.
After the smoke dispersed, Meng Fan opened his mouth and asked: "Old man Zhou, if you don't want to be buried, should you burn it in the house or in the yard?"
The old man and the girl looked at each other.
They originally wanted to burn the body in the yard, but Meng Fan's fire control skills were too powerful, so it was more suitable in the house.
They had an idea in their hearts, that is, to hide the news of the boy's death, and then revenge matters The more low-key the funeral, the better So as not to put the enemy on guard The old man said solemnly: "Just stay in the house."
Meng Fan nodded, put his hand on the boy's chest, and input a ray of fire-attribute Qi.
Then with a thought, the fire-attribute Qi burned in the boy's body.
In an instant, the boy was like a purple flower in full bloom.
Blooming on the bed Miraculously, the bed was not affected in any way The old man took a deep breath in sadness, but he didn't expect that Meng Fan's control over fire had reached an uncanny level.
Looking at his son's body turned into ashes, he couldn't help crying again, then walked to the window and buried a handful of white ashes. stand up.
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This was because Meng Fan deliberately lowered the intensity of the flames.
Otherwise, the young man wouldn’t even be able to leave his ashes.
It was at this time that something unexpected happened.
I heard a "ding" sound from under the bed, and then a buzzing sound.
It seemed like something was causing trouble under the bed.
The old man had a sad face and stretched his hand under the bed. go s: The third update is here.
The preparation is almost complete.
Meng Fan, a big scourge, is about to take action.
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