villain she defiant

Chapter 298 The Commander Has a Secret Disease 13
In the hall, where there were only two lights lit by white candles, it was dark and depressing.

When Uncle De heard the death word, the muscles on his face trembled, and he sighed: "Your mother's life is bad. After you married away, she didn't think about getting seriously ill. The illness came suddenly, and she just disappeared..."

He spoke in a low voice, and his drooping eyes looked neither at Ditang nor at the coffin in the hall, but just lowered his head and looked at the ground.

Seeing his expression, Di Tang stood in the distance without moving his expression, and asked, "What is the disease?"

"This..." Uncle De raised his head and shook his head, "Second Miss, I don't know about this either."

He rubbed his hands while talking, and turned his body towards the door, "Then I still have something to do, so I'll go down first."

Ditang didn't stop him from acting like he was afraid of waiting too long.

After Uncle De went out, Ditang didn't light incense to worship, but walked towards the coffin.

There was a wind blowing outside the door, and Uncle De left in a hurry without closing the door.

The wind blowing in from outside the door was cold.

The candlelight on the altar swayed and struggled in the wind.

Ditang walked to the side of the coffin, supported the coffin and looked inside.

944:!
Isn't the host afraid of things like pulling coffins?
[Master Ditang, what are you looking at?Do you suspect something is wrong? ]
"To shut up."

Ditang's eyes fell on the coffin. The person lying there was wearing a black shroud, his hair was neatly combed, and his face was covered. It was a white piece of paper with scriptures written on it.

This white paper completely covers the face, so the face under the paper cannot be seen.

The wind outside the door blew into the hall, and the piece of paper was also blowing, as if it was about to blow away but didn't.

Ditang looked at it, reached out and lifted the white paper.

Her hand holding the white paper suddenly loosened, and the white paper floated in the coffin, sticking to Chunlan's shroud chest.

Di Tang has seen many ghosts and evil spirits before, and he was never afraid of them, but just now he opened his eyes and saw this scene suddenly, and saw it suddenly, a little unexpected.

Because Chunlan's eyes were open.

A pair of big blood red eyes, wide open, looked very penetrating.

At this moment, the light of the two white candles on the altar was blown out by the wind, and the entire hall was darkened.

Ditang lay beside the coffin, motionless, and looked closely at Chunlan's face. Except for the blood-red opened eyes, there were no other scars on the face. However, the mouth was slightly opened, and there was a feeling of wanting to speak. Feel.

944 shivering: [Master Ditang, this is not a supernatural strategy, but a love strategy, can you not get so close?Don't be afraid! ]
"The original owner's mother did not rest in peace. There must be something wrong with it. I must investigate clearly."

Ditang glanced at the people in the coffin, got up and walked to the entrance of the hall, and looked at the sky outside the door. There were layers of dark clouds, and the leaves outside were blowing wildly. It looked like it would rain heavily on this day.

She closed the door and turned on the light.

The hall instantly lit up.

Ditang walked to the altar again.

On this mourning hall, the layout is not only simple, but also sloppy.

Light a white candle and light three more incense sticks.

Then she bowed and approached the coffin.

944: ...Again.

Haven't seen enough yet? !

After turning on the light and looking at the face in the coffin, it was still extremely strange.

But there was no expression on Ditang's face, she reached out and picked up the white paper that was originally placed on Chunlan's face and then fell in front of her chest.

The scriptures are written on this white paper.

White paper and red letters, the scriptures are used to save the dead.

But the material and color of this paper is actually pale yellow talisman paper, and the pigment used to write scriptures is also written with cinnabar.

Covering his face with this thing, it was clearly a symbol of repression.

Suppress what?
ghost.

But if Chunlan just died of an illness, she shouldn't have used talisman papers to suppress her secretly.

So, who is guilty?

Ditang sneered, and lit the talisman paper with a candle.

The talisman was burned to ashes.

It was also raining heavily outside.

The thunder rumbled, and the raindrops fell densely on the ground, and the rain accumulated.

There was a knock on the door outside the hall, and then someone opened the door and walked in.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the wind came in.

The wind shook the candle flame.

It was the girl next to Ditang who came in at this moment, not daring to go forward, she buried her head and said in a low voice: "Second miss, the master just came back from the outside, I heard that you are back, let me call you to the study .”

The corners of Di Tang's mouth raised slightly when he heard the sound, "Okay."

Just wanted to meet this old guy.

The girl didn't dare to raise her head the whole time, and only raised her head slightly after leading her out the door.

Ditang said behind her: "What are you afraid of?"

The girl was startled, "I didn't!"

"No, what are you doing in such a panic? Did you do something wrong?"

Ditang walked up to her side a few steps, leaned closer and asked Youyou.

The girl backed away in fright, and almost stepped on the empty steps. Ditang grabbed her elbow with one hand and held it tightly, "It seems that there is a lot of guilt."

The girl shivered and kept silent.

The more this is the more confirmed the speculation.

Ditang narrowed his eyes, "Let's go, what are you doing in a daze?"

Arriving at Master Xiao's study, Master Xiao sat at the desk smoking a cigarette, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, his face clouded with sadness.

Ditang stood at the door and looked at him, "I'm here."

Master Xiao turned around, took a sharp puff of the cigarette in his hand, then put it down and blew out a smoke ring, saying, "Come on, sit here with Dad."

"What to say, I don't want to sit in the past."

This made people feel uncomfortable, but Master Xiao still held back his emotions and said: "That's right, Mo Tang, you also know about your mother, it's too unexpected, don't be too sad, your mother is gone , but Dad is still there, Dad will always..."

"Don't talk about it, aren't you embarrassed to talk about it?"

"You!" Master Xiao slapped the table, but still couldn't hold back his temper, "Can you blame me for your mother? What kind of attitude are you talking about?! Do you have any conscience! Who raised you up so much, no? Me, you have starved to death on the street long ago! I don’t know what to do.”

Mr. Xiao has always disliked this daughter. In the past, he was stupid and stupid in everything he did, and he couldn't even speak a word. Now he can speak when he is married. What he said is not human, which makes people even more angry.

Di Tang likes to see other people get angry, so he said according to his words: "Since you are so kind to us, why did my mother fall ill and can't afford to be sick? Besides, she couldn't die with her eyes closed. Staring at you."

Master Xiao's heart trembled when he heard the words, he stood up suddenly, pressed the table and said in disbelief: "You actually lifted that white paper..."

"It was blown away by the wind. It just hit the candlestick, and it was burned to ashes by the fire. I couldn't even save it."

Ditang's words changed Master Xiao's expression even more. He stuffed the cigarette in his hand into his mouth and took a sharp puff.

"What, are you afraid?"

Ditang's voice suddenly fell in his ears.

(End of this chapter)