The strongest mortician

In the hallway room on the second floor of Qingkong, Hong Sanniang was standing at Xiao Tan's door with her lunch in hand, raised her hand and knocked on the door twice, the room was quiet and no one answered.Hong Sanniang had expected it a long time ago, she just sighed and put the tray on the ground.

"Xiao Tan, I know you're inside." Hong Sanniang raised her voice, "Xiao Xi will definitely not tell you about Shen Shen?"

There was a slight noise in the room, something was accidentally knocked off, and it fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Shen Shen left, and took Xiaobai with him."

After leaving these words, the footsteps at the door went away.In the dimly lit room, Xiao Tan fell down in the room, shaking his body, and there was a sobbing sound in his throat that seemed to be crying but not crying.

Fortunately, Xiao Xi came back in time. On the way to the stairs, he met Hong Sanniang, who was delivering food, and he picked up the steaming lunch on the ground.Open the door with the key.

"Brother!" Xiao Xi put the tray on the table, stepped forward to help the person on the ground, Xiao Tan was already so weak that it was difficult to speak.His lips opened and closed silently, Xiao Xi couldn't hear what he was saying, and thought that his brother was interfering with the internal affairs of the funeral sect as usual.

He is like a little adult, with a serious little face, he will talk about all the big and small things that happened in the funeral sect recently, without missing anything.After a long time, Xiao Xi also has his own experience and worries, but he doesn't want his brother to worry, and often reports good news but not bad ones.Fortunately, most of the people in the funeral sect were grateful to Xiao Tan. Although there was a small rebellion, the undertaker, who had the strongest contracted beast in the sect, was on the side of the Xiao family brothers.Under the exaggeration of Xiao Xi and Xiao Tan's supporters, Xiao Tan, who hardly shows his face, is now a myth.He is the mysterious master that new disciples yearn for.Accidents acted as a deterrent.

At this moment, the mysterious master they were talking about curled up in pain in his younger brother's arms, unable to make a sound, tears of pain flowed from his eyes and spilled into the air.

Xiao Xi's voice stopped abruptly, and he touched the water stains on Xiao Tan's face.

"Brother, why are you crying?"

The man in his arms opened and closed his lips with great effort, Xiao Xi put his head against his lips.I heard what he wanted to say.

"he's gone……"

"Huh? Who's gone?"

"he's gone……"

"He's gone..." Xiao Tan repeated these words, tears wet the hem of Xiao Xi's clothes, Xiao Xi raised his head, and tightly hugged the thin man in his arms.He knew who his brother was talking about.

He deliberately concealed the news, just because he was afraid that his brother would be like this.Brother, Shen Shen occupies such an important place in your heart.Xiao Tan is jealous, crazy jealous.Why?It's obviously just someone I've known not long ago.Xiao Xi looked at the lunch on the tray, three dishes and one soup, boiled rotten porridge, homemade and refreshing.He carried him to the bed very calmly, and fed the porridge patiently and gently.

Do it all.Xiao Tan breathed evenly and fell into a deep sleep.Xiao Xi packed up the tray, and with soft footsteps, he closed the door, and the room returned to darkness.

Xiao Xi found Hong Sanniang in the lobby who took care of the guest personally.Qingkong's Underground King Contest came to an end.Qingkong killed three dark horses and forfeited the race one after another.There is no doubt that the champion was produced among the top three last year.The supporters of the steady type are happy to bloom.The supporters who are optimistic about the dark horse are angry and disappointed.

All kinds of quarrels and discussions gradually faded away with the end of the game.Hong Sanniang received guests in the hall.The enthusiasm for the competition subsided, and those who came to Qingkong were old regulars.Hong Sanniang chatted and laughed with them.When she turned her head, she suddenly saw Xiao Xi standing on the second floor, staring at her coldly.When I went to see it later, the person disappeared again.

Apologize to the guests.Hong Sanniang went upstairs.

At the corner, Xiao Xi leaned against the wall with his arms folded.Hong Sanniang stopped, and the two confronted each other.

"It's not a good habit to meddle in other people's affairs, Sanniang." Xiao Xi said gloomyly, and when he spoke, his tone was commanding and arrogant.The innocence of the one who had just arrived in Qingkong had long since disappeared from his face.

"Oh? Why can't I understand this?" The charming smile on Hong Sanniang's face retracted.

"You know what I'm talking about, you don't need to intervene in my brother's affairs." Xiao Xi stood up straight, he was half a head shorter than Hong Sanniang, speaking directly into someone's eyes would appear lacking in momentum .After becoming the deputy suzerain of the funeral sect, he no longer looked up to others to speak.When he said this, Xiao Xi tilted his head slightly, not looking directly at the person he was talking to.

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer.Hong Sanniang was silent, and suddenly said to Xiao Xi's back: "Have you ever regretted this step, have you ever regretted it, Xiao Tan?"

The situation of the funeral sect is not optimistic.Although it won't fall apart, its status is embarrassing. Many immortal sects don't recognize the existence of the funeral sect.The Mortuary Sect has developed to this day, and there are more than a thousand disciples under the sect, but to a certain extent, it can be said that they are inferior to the small fish and shrimp sect composed of dozens of people.

Xiao Xi didn't answer.

Do you regret it?He couldn't tell, his brother's body was getting worse day by day, and the medicine was ineffective. Xiao Xi panicked and had to feed Xiao Tan himself every day to wipe his body.He was afraid, he didn't dare to imagine that if one day, his brother was gone... just imagined, the blood all over Xiao Xi's body would have been cold and frozen.

Brother, does he regret it again?Xiao Xi wasn't sure about his former brother, he was too strong, and he wanted Shen Shen to notice him too much.Thinking of the tears I saw on my brother's face just now, brother, I must regret it.

But what's the use, once this step is taken, the fate of countless people is tied to them, whether it is him or brother, there is no turning back.

Hong Sanniang sighed, the bustling people walked away and scattered, before when they didn't come, they didn't feel anything, but when this person left, it seemed that the whole blue sky lost its spirit, it was so deserted and uncomfortable.

Hong Sanniang's sigh was not noticed.It was the new guests at the door that attracted the attention of the busy handymen in the blue sky.The visitor was dressed in a dark black robe of Qingwei's inner sect disciple, holding a sword and standing at the door in a dignified manner, as if he was waiting for some important person.

"Sanniang Sanniang, someone is looking for Xiaobai."

"Are you looking for Xiaobai again? Tell people to go back, they're all gone. It's too late, too late." This is the third wave of people who came to Xiaobai in the past few days, most of them are admiring Little Bai Langjun's girl, when she learned that he was gone, she wept a lot of fragrant handkerchiefs.There were also quite a few people looking for Shen Shen, two or three waves of people came, most of them were men, who came from afar for fame, and there were all those who admired his skin.Hong Sanniang dismissed many people.

"It's not the usual Sanniang, but an immortal teacher from the Qingwei Sect."

"People from Qingwei?" Hong Sanniang was surprised, "Let them in."

Bai Qiong took Bai San, and waited for the messenger to come out at the door, the young master valued the rules.If he went in hastily, he was afraid that he would displease the young master.Bai Si made it very clear in the sound transmission talisman that the young master doesn't want his identity to be exposed, although he doesn't know what the young master thinks, they should keep a low profile to avoid suspicion.

Wait for the passers-by to come out and lead them in.I didn't see the young master, only a scantily clad woman with no rules.Thinking like this in his heart, Bai Qiong still had a well-preserved smile on his face.Maybe the young master is here.

It's just that after hearing this, the smile on Bai Qiong's face gradually faded away.

"What, people left?" Bai Qiong screamed.

The voice was so loud that the tea in the teacup on the table was rippling.

Bai San ignited the sound transmission talisman in his hand, trying to contact Bai Si, a piece of talisman paper was burnt and turned into black ash, but there was no movement.Bai Qiong's complexion was darker than the ashes of the talisman papers flying in the air.

Bai Si and the young master disappeared together.This recognition made Bai Qiong extremely irritable, and the veins on his forehead twitched.

Bai Qiong couldn't sit still anymore, bid farewell to Hong Sanniang in a hurry, and walked out of Qingkong's gate, and things took a turn for the better.

"Hey, are you guys from Xiao Bai Langjun's sect?" the son-in-law of Tiepu's family called to stop them.The man took out a pack of oily paper wrapped square and dense things from his arms, with a red stamp with "Xing Ji" on it, and stuffed it in Baiqiong's hands involuntarily.

"Here, I've been waiting here for several days, Xiaobai greeted us in advance, I'm reliable, don't worry."

Mr. Xiao Bailang?Oh, Bai Si mentioned it, it's the title of their young master here.Bai Qiong was puzzled, and looked the man up and down, but he didn't see anything strange, the young master would know such an ordinary ordinary person in the market, it seems that the relationship is quite familiar.

The eyes of the two focused on the oiled paper bag at the same time, the young master must have a reason for the young master, the inconspicuous things are often the most deceptive, Bai Qiong solemnly accepted the oiled paper bag, and bowed deeply to the man.

"Thank you for the martyr, the priest risked his life, disregarding his own safety to bring us something, I, Bai Qiong, accepted it." Bai Qiong expressed his gratitude sincerely, he ticked his fingers at Bai San beside him, Bai San hesitated for a while , or untied the token around his waist and handed it to the elders of his parents. Bai Qiong respectfully presented the token with both hands, "This is my Qingwei token. If a righteous man encounters difficulties, Shang Qingwei can find me or the people around me." People, who can help, the two of us are obliged."

If he hadn't given his token to Shen Shen, Bai Qiong would have given away his waist badge. It was not easy for this righteous man. With a mortal body, Bai Qiong admired him from the bottom of his heart to do such a dangerous delivery job. .

The man scratched his head, but he didn't accept the token. He had already accepted Xiaobai's money: "It's not a big deal, you are too polite."

Bai Qiong made up his mind and refused to accept or let him go.The man had no choice but to accept the sign.Bai Qiong was busy looking for someone, and when he saw that someone had collected his things, he left in a hurry and set off.

When the people walked away, the man couldn't help muttering: "Niang Le, this fairy master of the Qingwei sect is too polite, a bag of pickled plums, like passing on secret sect information, is risking his life, Xing I remember that the queue was a bit crowded, and there was no accident of crowding people."

The man threw the token into his arms and went home to find his wife.

Walking to the door, the man slapped his head: "By the way, I forgot to tell them that the pickled plums must be stored at low temperature, and the syrup must melt when the temperature is high."

"It shouldn't be a problem. Immortal masters should understand this bit of common sense better than me. Maybe it won't be long before it will be in the hands of Xiaobai's sweetheart. Don't worry about it."

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