In the blink of an eye.

Everyone left one by one, leaving only Ye Xiao, Qiu Sheng, and Wen Cai.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai are still busy with the tasks assigned to them by Uncle Jiu.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Wencai burned the golden paper, commonly known as the lucky gold paper, and also scattered large amounts of paper money into the sky.

Qiu Sheng burned incense, three incense sticks in total!

"Brother Ye, do you think that after burning such a large amount of paper money, Mr. Ren will have a very happy life down there?"

At this time, the honest and honest Wen Cai said something.

Qiu Sheng also came and looked at Ye Xiao with interest.

"Who knows! The most important thing is to be filial while a person is alive. If a person dies, everything will be over. Or do you really think that there is an underworld in this world?"

Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly.

"This..."

Wen Cai was immediately speechless, and even Qiu Sheng was speechless.

Yes!

When a person dies, everything is over.

Underworld?

I’m afraid it doesn’t exist!

If it exists, I have never seen it in all these years!

Not long after.

Wen Cai’s fortune paper has been burned and the paper money has been thrown away.

Logically speaking, Qiu Sheng's three sticks of incense should have been burned.

But this strange thing happened.

Of the three incense sticks, two have been burned into short sections, but the third incense stick is still very long, as if it has never been burned.

"Brother Ye, how could this happen!"

Qiu Sheng's face was full of astonishment, and he also thought this thing was very strange.

"Brother Ye, isn't this a sign of anything?"

Wencai also became a little anxious, always feeling that there must be something fishy in this matter.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao's eyes flashed with confusion.

What was supposed to happen finally happened.

"Go back and ask Uncle Jiu."

Although he knew very well what was going on, there were some things that he was not comfortable saying. Let Uncle Jiu do the talking.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai both nodded.

Soon, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also started cleaning up the scene, preparing to dispose of all the paper dust.

But at this time, Qiu Sheng discovered that there were still a few incense sticks left.

It was precisely at this time.

He noticed an isolated grave, which made him want to burn incense for this lonely grave.

"So pitiful! Dong Xiaoyu died at the age of nineteen!"

When burning incense, Qiu Sheng sighed softly.

Ye Xiao also noticed this scene.

He stared sharply at the tomb of Dong Xiaoyu.

This is the female ghost and the ghost bride!

The plot is still proceeding in an orderly manner.

"Thank you!"

A faint voice reached Qiu Sheng's ears.

This frightened Qiu Sheng into thinking.

"Did you hear that right?"

Qiu Sheng murmured to himself.

"Thank you for burning incense for me!"

A delicate female voice sounded.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng was really sure that there was something wrong with the lonely grave in front of him.

His whole body also shivered.

When he turned around and noticed Ye Xiao, he said with a trembling expression, "Brother Ye, there is something weird here!"

"It's just a female ghost, why are you so scared?"

Ye Xiao's expression was calm. He was not too afraid of the ghost bride Dong Xiaoyu.

It is precisely because of understanding that we will not be afraid.

What really worried him was the corpse of Mr. Ren that was transported back to Yizhuang, and the unknown fears lurking in the darkness.

The unknown, this is the most terrifying thing.

"Brother Ye, you!"

Qiu Sheng's face turned green. He felt that this distant relative of the master was too brave.

As an ordinary person, he is not afraid of ghosts.

This...

Yes.

Brother Ye is definitely not an ordinary person.

Based on Ye Xiao's previous performances, Qiu Sheng even secretly guessed Ye Xiao's true identity. Could it be that he was not just a kid from a rich family?

"Let's go!"

Ye Xiao said.

After all, he took Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai back to Yizhuang.

At this time.

The night is deep.

The moonlight sways.

In the lonely tomb where Qiu Sheng had put incense, a figure of a young girl actually appeared.

This girl has long hair shawl, she is charming and has a good temperament.

She is Dong Xiaoyu.

"That man is so weird."

Dong Xiaoyu lightly opened her red lips, and the figure of Ye Xiao appeared in her mind.

He is obviously just an ordinary person, but he is not afraid of ghosts.

This...if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she probably wouldn't be able to believe it.

And when she thought of Qiu Sheng's handsome face, her fair face turned slightly red.

Ye Xiao and others have rushed back to Yizhuang.

As soon as they entered the hall, they could see various sacrifices on the altar table, as well as incense candles, oil lamps, yellow paper and other objects.

And a black wood coffin.

The person lying in the coffin is Mr. Ren.

Holding the three sticks of incense handed over by Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu, who was sitting on an old wooden chair, frowned, "The incense was burned to look like this!"

"Master, isn't this unlucky?"

Qiusheng asked.

Ye Xiao, all literary talents are silent.

"Previously, I lit a plum blossom incense array in front of Mr. Ren's grave. This plum blossom incense array is a means of predicting good or bad luck by burning incense. But now, it is very unlucky to burn incense like this."

Uncle Jiu stared at the three sticks of incense, one short and one long, in front of him, his brows furrowed even tighter.
To be continued...