I fell for it after hanging out with scum

The next morning, Qin Shang and Fang Zhongjing set off to the funeral home.

There were very few people in the funeral home, and the staff led them in.

The old woman was already naked and dressed, lying on the white bed, still looking peaceful.

A person is gone in a blink of an eye.

Qin Shang looked at the old woman and suddenly thought of himself.

Maybe one day he will become like this, lying here and being admired by others.

"what happened?"

Seeing that something was wrong with Qin Shang, Fang Zhongjing called him a few times but nothing happened, and suddenly found that Qin Shang's face was pale and his hands and feet were cold.

Fang Zhongjing realized something, and hugged Qin Shang in his arms, "If you are afraid, we will go out and let the staff do the finishing touches."

Qin Shang breathed out a trembling breath, pushed Fang Zhongjing away, and smiled, "I'm not afraid, I still have to help her finish her funeral."

Qin Shang did not fulfill Weng Xianren's last wish to take good care of his wife, at least he had to do the burial himself.

Soon, the old woman was pushed to be cremated, and when it was taken out, there was only a small urn and a covering cloth.

Qin Shang took it from the staff, it was cold and cold, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was his body temperature or the temperature of the urn.

The cemetery is set in the cemetery near the funeral parlor, where Weng Xianren was buried at the beginning.

After leaving the funeral home, Qin Shang and Fang Zhongjing walked across the path to the cemetery.

This place has been built for decades, and the old trees are lush, revealing a bit gloomy, and there are family members worshiping in the distance.

The staff led the two to the cemetery that the old woman had bought in advance, next to Weng Xianren.

Weng Xianren's lower case script is very clean, without a trace of dust. There is a bunch of slightly withered flowers in front of the tombstone, which should have been seen by the old woman before she was alive.

The urn was buried, covered with a stone slab, and the two small letters smiled in the sun.

The two finally got their wish together.

Qin Shang squatted in front of the tombstone, took out the old things that had been arranged last night, and burned them all.

There are old photos of Weng Xianren and his wife, some relics, and a suicide note left by the old woman before her death.

When entering the old house yesterday, Qin Shang discovered it.

The old woman explained in her suicide note that Qin Shang must bury her and Weng Xianren together. If possible, I hope that Qin Shang can come to see them when he has time in the future.

Qin Shang burned the suicide note and said in a low voice, "If I can still live, I promise you."

Fang Zhongjing, who was standing behind him, clenched his fist slightly when he heard this.

The smoke rose up, blurring Qin Shang's face. Looking at the tombstone of the two, he thought to himself that the two of them have no children so far, maybe it was the retribution for lying at the beginning.

The fire changed from large to small, and finally extinguished, dissipating in the bright sunshine.

When all the dust fell to the ground, Shang Qin's mission was considered complete.

After leaving the cemetery, Qin Shang was a little tired. He was very sleepy and a little dizzy. Fang Zhongjing suddenly said, "I heard that there is a temple nearby, and worshiping gods is very effective. Let's go and see."

Qin Shang yawned, "I'm going back to sleep."

Fang Zhongjing suddenly became angry: "Don't sleep!"

Qin Shang squinted at him, not knowing why Fang Zhongjing suddenly went crazy.

Fang Zhongjing seemed to realize his gaffe, turned his head away, and said, "I have to go today."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Qin Shang and walked to another path.

Qin Shang's strength was not as strong as Fang Zhongjing's, but now that he was sick, he couldn't break free, so he simply let Fang Zhongjing hold him.

"How do you know there is a temple here?"

Fang Zhongjing had only been here once before, so he knew better than anyone who had lived here for a while.

Fang Zhongjing didn't answer, the hand holding Qin Shang was covered in cold sweat.

The temple is at the foot of the mountain, and the two of them walked through the mountain gate and came to the front of the temple.

There were not many worshipers, only a few faithful men and women. The smell of burning incense candles wafted in the air, and the ground was covered with candle ash.

When Qin Shang smelled this smell, his stomach turned a little, he broke away from Fang Zhongjing's hand, walked to the pillar in front of the corridor and sat down.

Fang Zhongjing didn't force him, "Wait for me here, don't run around."

Qin Shang turned his head away and looked at the surrounding scenery. Out of the corner of his eye, Fang Zhongjing entered the hall alone.

Fang Zhongjing asked the little master for two incense sticks, knelt on the futon, looked at the Buddha above his head, closed his eyes, and muttered something.

Qin Shang, who was behind him, looked at his back and coughed hard.

A faint smell of blood wafted from the tip of his nose.

Qin Shang opened his hand and saw some blood stained between his fingers, it was dazzlingly red.

It wasn't until someone passed by that Qin Shang came back to his senses, wiped his mouth, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes.

The number of people offering incense became less and less, until Fang Zhongjing was the only one left in the hall.

Fang Zhongjing knelt motionless, with a pious and humble back.

A smart person who is so calculating, actually fell on this.

Qin Shang thought to himself that Fang Zhongjing's career was probably not going well, so he hurried over to burn incense and pray to Buddha for protection.

The incense in his hand was half burned, Fang Zhongjing got up, inserted the incense into the stove, then picked up the crescent-shaped bamboo shoot on the stage, and threw it on the ground.

Both crescents are identical.

Fang Zhongjing frowned, picked it up and threw it again.

Qin Shang sat at the door, unable to understand what Fang Zhongjing was doing.

I don't know how long it took, and Qin Shang was about to fall asleep before he heard footsteps in a daze.

Fang Zhongjing came to the door, took out his wallet, without looking at it, took out a stack of red notes, and donated incense.

The little master put his palms together and bowed to him, expressing his thanks.

Fang Zhongjing came in front of Qin Shang, stretched out his hand to stroke his slightly long bangs, his palm was cold, "Let's go..."

When he said this, there was a bit of unspeakable sadness in his tone.

Qin Shang paused for a moment, didn't say anything, stood up while supporting the pillar, and left the temple.

There are many stalls in front of the temple, selling all kinds of gadgets, and one of the stalls has a lot of amulets.

When the stall owner saw Fang Zhongjing stop, he felt that the business was coming, so he quickly sold it: "These amulets are all consecrated, they can bless peace, eliminate disasters and solve problems, how about two?"

Fang Zhongjing casually picked up the amulet in front of him, rubbing his thumb lightly, looking thoughtful.

"how much is it?"

The stall owner quietly looked at Fang Zhongjing's attire, and at first glance he looked like a rich man, so he had to hit him hard.

So the stall owner showed five fingers and doubled the price.

Qin Shang frowned slightly.

He saw that the stall owner was blackmailing, but it had nothing to do with him, Fang Zhongjing bought it anyway.

Fang Zhongjing paid without hesitation.

Qin Shang went first, and after a few steps away from the stall, Fang Zhongjing suddenly called to him: "Wait..."

Turning around, I saw Fang Zhongjing walking towards him holding the amulet.

Qin Shang realized something, and before he had time to dodge, Fang Zhongjing put his arms around his waist, and the red string of the amulet came down from the top of his head and was worn around his neck.

Qin Shang's body stiffened slightly, "What are you doing?"

Fang Zhongjing reached out and adjusted the position of the amulet, "This is for you."

Qin Shang was stunned for a few seconds, then reached out to take it off, "I don't want this thing."

Fang Zhongjing turned cold and pressed Qin Shang's hand.

Fang Zhongjing said in a deep voice; "Don't take it off, put it on for me."

Qin Shang understood Fang Zhongjing's intentions, and mocked: "Do you really think this thing can keep you safe?"

After talking about it, Qin Shang realized that if Fang Zhongjing hadn't believed in these things, how could he have caused such absurd things.

Qin Shang shook off Fang Zhongjing's hand, took off the amulet, threw it back into his arms, and turned to leave.

The next second, Fang Zhongjing hugged Qin Shang from behind, and said in a low voice, "I begged the Buddha to bless you in the temple just now."

Qin Shang paused slightly.

Fang Zhongjing's voice was hoarse: "I tossed the lotus several times, and finally it was heads and tails. You will be fine."

Looking at the mountain scenery in front of him, Qin Shang calmed down, and said calmly, "Don't you think it's too late to say that?"

When he wanted to live, Fang Zhongjing desperately wanted him to die, but now he couldn't live anymore, but Fang Zhongjing did these meaningless things.

Fang Zhongjing hugged Qin Shang even tighter, as if he had made up his mind, "Don't worry, I will use my whole life to repay the debt."

Qin Shang was at a loss, why was Fang Zhongjing so abnormal today?

After a while, he finally figured it out, Fang Zhongjing was just stimulated by the death of Weng Xianren's wife.

From here to there, when this kind of thing happened to Fang Zhongjing, he finally knew how to be afraid.

Qin Shang felt a little excited about this discovery.

It seems that Fang Zhongjing really likes him.

Back at Xianrenju, the surrounding bamboo forests are swaying, the air is fresh, and there is a pleasant fragrance of bamboo.

The results of the second phase of chemotherapy haven't come out yet, Fang Zhongjing sees that Qin Shang likes this place, so he simply stays with him. It happens that the driver is in the hospital with his old mother and hasn't come back yet.

After eating the dinner bought outside, Qin Shang lay on the rattan chair, looking at the large bamboo forest outside, he suddenly said: "I want to meet that woman."

Fang Zhongjing paused, "Which woman?"

Qin Shang looked back at him, "The one who saved my life in the village last time."

The person is already dead, Fang Zhongjing can't turn into a living person out of thin air.

Fang Zhongjing didn't show any clues, and said without changing his face: "She moved, changed her number, and can't find anyone anymore."

Qin Shang stared at Fang Zhongjing for a long time, as if he was checking whether he was lying.

Fang Zhongjing concealed it very well, and said calmly: "If you want to see her, I will ask the people under my hand to check."

Qin Shang withdrew his gaze and was silent for a moment. He didn't continue this topic, and turned his head to continue looking at the scenery outside the window.

While Fang Zhongjing was taking a shower, Qin Shang went upstairs to sleep.

When closing the door, he locked it to prevent Fang Zhongjing from coming in again.

After Fang Zhongjing had finished taking a bath, he planned to go upstairs to embrace the beauty, but he couldn't open the door no matter what, only to find out that the door was closed.

He couldn't come as hard as before, after lingering at the door for a while, he could only go downstairs to Weng Xianren's room to sleep.

The earth regained its tranquility, and Wan Lai was silent.

In the middle of the night, leaves came from the bamboo forest, and a black figure flashed into the fairy house, and came to the door, holding a white plastic bucket in his hand.

He took off his peaked cap, revealing Jiang Qiao's face in the darkness.

Jiang Qiao looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he unscrewed the lid of the plastic bucket and poured gasoline around the outside of the house.

An unpleasant smell suddenly permeated.

Jiang Qiao returned to the old house, threw the empty plastic bucket aside, then took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and threw it towards the door without hesitation.

The flames ignited instantly, engulfed the wooden house, and extended all the way into the

Jiang Qiao bit his finger and smiled ferociously. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Bitch, let me die!"

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