The fake daughter relied on metaphysics to become a god, and the whole Beijing community knelt down

"Oh, this is indeed a funeral home."

You Jingying replied in a very ordinary tone.

The live broadcast room is even quieter.

The scrolling words suddenly stopped.

【Depend on! Why do I think the master's deformed pupils are filled with an eerie chill? 】

[Suddenly I felt that the master had mutated, and had the illusion that he was possessed by a ghost. 】

[Funeral parlor plays fortune-telling live broadcast, really cool! 】

[Successfully scared everyone! 】

[The horror is heightened. 】

At this time, the door behind You Jingying was pushed open, and the person who came in was Uncle Chai, "Eh? Are you live broadcasting? There are a few corpses in front of you. Do you want to live broadcast?"

Netizens in the live broadcast room: "!!!!!!"

Uncle, please speak some earthly language!

You Jingying turned the camera and said, "Uncle Chai."

Uncle Chai looked at You Qingying's movements and patted his head with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you. What I just said was just a joke. You continue."

You Jingying nodded and turned the phone back after Uncle Chai went out.

However, it was discovered that thousands of people in the live broadcast room suddenly exited.

Probably scared away.

【Fuck! Uncle, please don't scare me. 】

[Is it really a funeral home? Master, you also work part-time as a corpse mover. 】

[A master is a master, and the nature of his work is so tasteful. 】

[Isn’t it necessary to calculate the second hexagram? Master, is it my turn? 】

【Yeah! Forgot about business! 】

You Zingying looked outside, and the sky seemed darker than ever tonight.

It was like a black hole that swallowed people, covered with darkness.

You Jingying turned back and said, "I will pick another one today."

If you choose someone at random, what the other person wants to calculate is wealth.

You Jingying saw that the other party's appearance was filled with nobility, and he would definitely respond to what he asked for.

Tonight’s second hexagram comes to an end.

You Zingying ignored the efforts of netizens to stay away, quickly opened the half-open window, and looked up at the endless dark night.

It's gloomy, without any yin energy, but it has the illusion of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.

What was approaching her?

She looked at the full moon covered by black clouds, as if she could see the faint red light of the full moon through the clouds.

A red full moon?

Although it was only a momentary feeling, You Jingying felt an unprecedented oppression after his resurrection.

It seemed like a huge monster was approaching.

"Qingying, are you leaving?"

When she walked out of the lounge, Uncle Chai stopped her with a food box and handed it to her.

You Qingying was stunned.

Uncle Chai smiled and said, "Your Aunt Chai made this today. I heated it up."

You Zingying could feel the heat radiating from the food box, warming her cold hands.

She smiled slightly: "Uncle Chai, today is the last batch of work, so take a good rest and come out if you hear any noise."

"What's wrong?" Uncle Chai looked around, a little suspicious.

You Zingying smiled gently, "I heard that some unknown things will happen at Full Moon's Funeral Home. I know Uncle Chai doesn't believe it, but I always feel that Uncle Chai and you guys staying in the lounge will make me feel at ease."

Uncle Chai looked at the child's smile and felt warm in his heart: "You kid, don't scare others. Be careful on the way back. It's not safe for a girl like you. If you can stay here in the future, please stay here as much as possible. Big At night, everyone is worried."

You Jingying waved to Uncle Chai with the food box, turned and walked towards the exit, the smile on his face naturally disappeared.

*

an hour ago.

Huo Group.

Huo Yanxing, who was working alone in the office, suddenly raised his head and looked in one direction, his eyes a little cold.

The cell phone on the table buzzed eagerly.

He picked it up and answered it without looking away from the dark sky outside the French window, "What's the matter?"

"Master Yan, he's out and heading to Yancheng Funeral Home!"

Huo Yanxing's cold-toned eyes tightened slightly. When he looked again, he saw nothing but dryness: "Really?"

"The Second Young Madam is at Yancheng Funeral Home!" An urgent voice came from the other side again.

Huo Yanxing seemed to be silent for a while, stood up, looked at the dark sky, and vaguely glimpsed the blood moon behind the clouds. His indifferent voice seemed to be muttering to himself: "He still can't hold it in anymore."

"Master Yan, do you want to gather people to protect the safety of the Second Young Madam?" the person opposite asked in a cold sweat.

"I'll go see him."

"Master Yan!"

Huo Yanxing hung up the phone and stared at the full moon in the clouds again, which was pure white.

"Today's uneasiness turns out to be you."

Huo Yanxing put his cell phone in his pocket, turned around, and left the office.

Fang Huai greeted Huo Yanxing with a serious face: "Master Yan, that person left the side branch's house."

"Let's go and see him."

"He is going after Miss You. If he is not stopped in time, Miss You will die inexplicably like your previous fiancées. His goal has always been your future."

Fang Huai's voice became urgent.

Huo Yanxing, on the other hand, looked blankly at these so-called futures, as if nothing could arouse his interest, let alone shake him in the slightest.

Speaking of those fiancées, it was also a coincidence.

It was all a haphazard marriage, and in the end, there wasn't even an engagement table, it was just a verbal agreement, and he died inexplicably before it was officially confirmed.

People in the industry say that Huo Yanxing is a wife.

Only they knew that those fiancées did not die in accidents.

It’s man-made!

Huo Yanxing sat in the car and took out his mobile phone to call You Jingying, but then put it back.

Staring at the sky covered with dark clouds outside, he suddenly raised his hand to touch his face, which was pinched by the bold woman.

He should be angry, no one can treat him like this, not even his own parents.

But he didn't take any action.

This surprised him...

*

same direction.

Several black cars blended into the night, slowly gliding towards the Yancheng Funeral Home.

Both the car and the people sitting in it are full of a cold and mysterious feeling.

Vehicles in both directions were racing toward a destination like a race.

The person who caused these two groups of people to mobilize at the same time started a live broadcast after finishing his work.

By the time she came out, it was already dark.

"There are fewer vehicles on this road tonight. It's so quiet and it's really dark." You Jingying was holding her cell phone and was hesitating whether to call Yang Qian. When she saw the sharing car parked aside, she Just changed my mind.

Such a quiet and spooky atmosphere is perfect for a night ride alone!

Another day of enjoyment!

You Zingying scanned the sharing and put the warm food box into the basket in front.

"Snapped!"

You Jingying half-tilted out to catch the food box that was about to fall to the ground, but the sharing in his hand suffered.

Looking at the food box in his hand, You Jingying frowned.

Is something going to happen?

She looked towards the driveway in front of her. Even the light from the street lights became dim and cold, and not a single car passed by.

She tightened her strength: "Are you really going to have bad luck today?"

There was no Yin Qi, and no murderous aura was felt.

What could be waiting for you ahead?

She could actually turn around and leave now, as quickly as possible!

But she still helped Sharing up and looked at the dark road again.