Chapter 431 Don’t even look at who I’m hanging out with
Yang Xin raised her head from sadness, her tear-stained face full of confusion, "Why do you need a lighter?"
Looking at the three spirit incense sticks in Yun Qi's hand, she felt even more surprised.
But she didn't know what was going on. She suddenly felt that Yun Qi was very reliable, so she took out the lighter from the bedroom without saying anything.
It was the one Li Chuan had used before his death. Yang Xin stared at the lighter, the light in her eyes dimming.
Yun Qi lit three incense sticks and waved them in front of Li Chuan.
Let him inhale some smoke, and slowly, the black mist on Li Chuan's body dissipated, and the dead soul became much more stable, and even the black color slowly appearing in his eyeballs faded away.
Yun Qiuce was shocked: "Xiao Qi, didn't he commit suicide? How can he become resentful when he gets excited?"
The black mist is actually the resentment of the dead souls. In most cases, there will be no resentment when a person dies.
Resentment will only appear in ghosts who die unexpectedly or are unwilling to do so.
Li Chuan is so cowardly, how does he look like a ghost?
Yun Qi sighed and shook her head, her baby-fat little face actually showing a bit of compassion:
"He didn't completely commit suicide, but more of a death of the heart."
Li Chuan shook his head, "The reality is cruel, I don't want to talk about it."
The smell of fried chili peppers came from his kitchen, where Li Chuan's mother Liu Ping was cooking.
Yun Qiuce despaired of this world where even ghosts pretended to be gods and ghosts.
He originally said this to Yun Qiuce. As soon as Yun Qiuce rolled up his sleeves and wanted to send out a wave, he felt a gust of wind passing by his face.
"Do you all know?"
Liu Ping timidly replied: "He said he was a former friend of Xiaochuan and came to see me specially..."
Before Yun Qi could say anything, Yun Qiuce leaned over and whispered: "Tsk, tsk, this person is born with a bad temper, extreme and stubborn, and is probably prone to violence."
Liu Ping frowned, and a mean look appeared on her face: "How come you, a kid, can't speak so well? My son just died, how am I in a good mood? As for the room... I was born to love cleanliness, and I used to do the same at home.
It needs to be cleaned up."
Damn, it’s another riddle.
Yun Qiuce was afraid that she would call the neighbors if she panicked, and quickly left with Yun Qi.
Yun Qi looked at the balcony and found that there were many flowers on the balcony, which were blooming very well. It was obvious that the owner had taken good care of them. Although the living room was simple and small, it was also cleaned cleanly, and even the dining table was covered with white napkins.
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Because Li Chuan was with Yun Qi, he could walk in the sunlight in broad daylight.
Liu Ping looked flustered for a moment, "Yeah - yes! I lost my only son, and I felt sad, so I thought about tidying up the house. I can't see my son's things, which makes me feel better."
"Eh?" Yun Qi turned around, her eyes filled with innocence and confusion: "It's so clean, Auntie, is this your son's room?"
Just as I was thinking about it, the door creaked and an old man in his fifties walked in.
Li Chuan stopped, squinted his eyes and smelled it carefully, and said calmly: "I will never eat it again."
So Yun Qi tilted her head, with a smile on her slightly raised lips, "But I think you live a pretty good life. Your house is so clean, so you are obviously in a good mood, right?"
When the old man saw Yun Qiuce and Yun Qi, his expression became even more irritable, and he murmured in a low voice and asked Liu Ping: "Who are they? Okay, why are you bringing outsiders into your home?"
He wiped his eyes with his apron pitifully, "What's wrong with me? Just such a son, a man with white hair and a son with black hair, will be able to live day by day in the future."
"Your son is so old, but there is nothing in the room. This is abnormal. Did you throw away all his things not long after he died?"
"You can probably figure it out," Yun Qi sighed, "Actually, you left very suddenly, completely unplanned, so you don't worry about the people in this world who are important to you. Although there are only a few, you
I still want to visit them again and hope to see them live well. This is also one of the reasons why you came to me."
Forty minutes later, the two of them arrived at another residential area, which was also an old community. Most of the people living here were elderly people. Because of its age, the community was full of shantytowns built privately and privately-owned houses.
electric wire.
When his dog got lost, he cried to death.
With that said, she opened the door and ran out.
"That's right!" the old man sneered disdainfully, "Your bastard son still has friends?! Come on, you're not welcome in our home..."
After leaving the rental house, he was in a depressed mood, with his head hanging down and saying nothing.
Just commit suicide, why are there so many opinions?
Yang Xin's eyes widened in shock and she took a step back, "You... what are you talking about? Are you crazy..."
Li Chuan hesitated for a long time, nodded, and then slowly raised his eyes:
Yun Qi quietly pulled the corner of Yun Qiuce's clothes, signaling him to keep his voice down and take care of Li Chuan's mood.
Yun Qiuce went up to say hello as before. When he mentioned that Li Chuan had entrusted him with a dream, the pupils in Liu Ping's eyes trembled suddenly, and then she lowered her head to avoid Yun Qiuce's sight.
"Ah? In other words, you just want to see the people who are important to you, and you don't have any request for revenge?"
A woman over fifty years old, who lost her only son, is still in the mood to clean.
Yun Qi said in surprise: "Uncle has made great progress recently, you can see it all!"
Yun Qiuce scratched the back of his head, feeling that something was wrong.
"Hmph!" Yun Qi snorted disdainfully and pushed open the door of a small bedroom. There was only a desk and a bed. The bed was covered with white and blue sheets and looked spotless.
The smell of fried chili came from the first-floor window.
"Of course, it doesn't matter who I hang out with."
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Although it is messy, it is full of life.
Is this woman’s psychological quality too good?
Yun Qiuce rubbed his head, feeling that he could no longer understand what Yun Qi was saying, nor could he understand the world.
Yun Qiuce shook his head: "I can no longer understand this world. Why are one and two of them trying to sell themselves off?"
"I've seen my girlfriend, what's next, should we get into the topic?" Yun Qi asked.
He also held a newspaper in his armpit. He had a weathered and thin face, drooped eyes, obvious white eyes, and thick and messy eyebrows.
Then Li Chuan, who had been hiding behind Yun Qi with a low eyebrow, turned into a ghost, clasped one hand into a claw, floated past Yun Qiuce, and headed straight for the old man.
A paw clasped the old man's neck and lifted him up.
"What the hell...what?" The old man couldn't see Li Chuan and used both hands to slap the hand that was strangling his neck in vain.
Liu Ping was shocked: "Old man, what's wrong with you, old man?"
