After a few rounds, the two little ruffians couldn't get up from the ground. They sat on the ground and pointed at Wanrou and the tall beauty and cursed: "You are so bullying. I want to call the police and arrest you!"
The tall beauty snorted and said: "Whatever." Then she went over and picked up the 500 long coins on the ground and said, "You are not worth the money, not worth a penny." Then she came over and said to Wanrou: "
Little sister, thank you."
Wanrou had enjoyed the beating just now, her little face flushed with excitement, and she clasped her fists in her hands: "You're welcome, I'm Wanrou from Emeishan, please give me your advice." She had the posture of a martial arts professional.
The tall beauty smiled and said: "I am from the Mengza family in Miaojiang. My Chinese name is Qinglin. This is my sister. Just call her Huamei!"
Wanrou said happily: "Nice to meet you, you two sisters are so beautiful!"
The tall beauty Qing Lin was not as enthusiastic as Wan Rou. She never smiled and just said lightly: "Thank you, we should go. My sister is not feeling well and needs to see a doctor."
Qinglin said and led her sister Huamei into the car, but the two boys who had been beaten refused to let go. Although they did not dare to come forward to fight, one in front of the car and one behind the car were lying next to the wheel and refused to give up space.
, the yellow-haired man also took out his cell phone to call someone, but before he dialed the number, Lang Shuoyang grabbed it and threw it into the bushes by the roadside.
The boy quickly got up and looked for it: "Damn it, my Apple Plus!"
Lang Shuoyang went to the back of the car again, stretched out his hand and pulled the green-haired man's leg, and with a force, he also entered the bushes. The yellow-haired man cursed: "You are paralyzed, you crushed my phone!"
Qinglin lowered the car window, nodded to Lang Shuoyang to express her gratitude, and then drove into the hospital.
Wanrou asked Lang Shuoyang worriedly: "Will those two gangsters come to trouble him again?"
Lang Shuoyang said: "Look, these two sisters are definitely not easy to bully. Don't worry."
Behind her, Miffel said: "Yes, you stinky girl, stop meddling in your own business. If you can't find a physical body again, I will have sex with you!"
Only then did Wanrou remember that she wanted to help Miffel find a body. She quickly got out of the crowd with Lang Shuoyang and took a taxi to the suburban funeral home.
It was already midnight. The taxi driver was very confused as to why the two of them were going to the funeral parlor so late, but it was hard to ask. When they arrived, Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou got out of the car and stepped on the accelerator to leave. There was someone in the back seat.
A female voice said: "What's the rush? I haven't finished it yet!"
The taxi driver quickly stopped, but when he looked back, there was no one in the car. When the back door opened, the woman said again: "Come on, let's go." Then the back door closed again. The taxi driver was so frightened that he said, "Oh my God."
!" With a sound, he almost missed the ditch and walked a long way before he regained consciousness and sped away.
The door of the funeral home was already closed at this time, and the guard room should be where the on-duty staff lived, and the lights had been turned off at this time.
Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou jumped over the big wall on the side, and calculated their position. Next to the fifth farewell hall at the southern end of the compound, it should be the place where the corpses were stored. The two of them ran directly there and hung this lock on the door.
Lang Shuoyang twisted it open with a little effort.
The funeral parlor may be the place with the weakest defense system. What thief would want to enter here? It's not like an ancient tomb. There are also antiques such as cultural relics. Except for the relatively valuable urns, there is nothing valuable here.
When I came in and took a look, I really found the right place. There were more than a dozen rooms, each with a glass coffin. The long bright lights placed in front of the coffins were twinkling, illuminating the dead bodies inside, which looked very scary.
Lang Shuoyang took Wanrou Miffel and looked at the coffins one by one. The people inside the coffins were covered with yellow cloths that covered their faces. They needed to open the coffins and lift the cloths to see their faces clearly.
After searching around, Miffel was disappointed. There was no young person, and the youngest one was in his fifties.
When I went out and looked at other houses, they were basically filled with urns!
Wanrou looked at the depressed Miffel and said, "Miffel, let me tell you a story."
"How can I be in the mood to listen to stories? I only have twenty-four hours left. If my life is bad, I'm really afraid that I won't meet the right one. What will I do then?"
Wanrou said: "After you listen to my story, maybe you can find the right one!"
"So awesome?" Miffel became energized upon hearing this, and took Wanrou's arm: "Come and tell me."
Wanrou sat on the stone steps in front of the funeral parlor hall and said slowly: "I heard a story told by my senior sisters before. It was about a great mage in ancient times in foreign countries. One day, he led several disciples to a place.
Beside the wheat field. It was the ripe season, and the field was full of heavy ears of wheat. He said to his disciples: "You go to the wheat field to pick the biggest ear of wheat. You are only allowed to advance, not to retreat. I am in the wheat field."
I’m waiting for you at the end.”
After the disciples understood the teacher's request, they walked into the wheat field.
There are ears of barley everywhere in the field. Which one is the biggest? The disciples walked forward with their heads bent. They looked at this one and shook their heads; they looked at that one and shook their heads again. They always thought that the biggest wheat was the biggest.
The ears are still ahead. Although the disciples tried to pick a few ears, they were not satisfied and threw them away. They always thought that there were still many opportunities and there was no need to make premature decisions.
The disciples walked forward with their heads lowered and picked carefully, and a long period of time passed.
Suddenly everyone heard the old master's bell-like voice, "You're done!" At this time, the empty-handed disciples woke up from a dream. They looked back at the wheat ridge, and countless wheat plants shook their heads, as if they were laughing.
them."
Miffel smiled bitterly: "I understand what you mean, but that is not the Archmage, but Socrates, a philosopher in ancient Greece. I have heard this story from my father before."
Lang Shuoyang also shook his head and said: "Whether you are a mage or not, it is wrong to teach your disciples to waste food!"
Miffel and Wanrou glared at him at the same time and said, "Play the piano to a cow!"
Seeing that it was almost dawn, Lang Shuoyang said: "It's better to wait here. Wait for a day, and eventually someone will come for the funeral.
During the day the next day, Lang Shuoyang and Wanrou were really waiting at the funeral parlor, while Miffel was hiding in the morgue.
A day later, more than a dozen bereaved families came, but there was still no candidate that Miffel could like. Until night, it was still in vain. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer to midnight, Lang Shuoyang said: "Miffel, you only have time.
It’s coming, and after the time has passed, I’m afraid it will be useless to have a physical body again!”
Miffel gritted her teeth and said: "Life and death are determined by destiny. I have decided that the first female corpse I see next will be my body!"
Just as they finished speaking, a figure flashed on the wall of the funeral home, and two black figures, one large and one small, leaped in. Miffel and the other two took a closer look and saw that they were the two Miao sisters who beat up the rogues at the entrance of the hospital last night.