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Song Zhen: "Just now... mean when we were talking?"

Li Dingling nodded: "Yes."

Song Zhen stood up slowly, and brought Zhuang Yin behind him. There was a spell in the palm of his backhand. He lowered his head and asked Li Dingling gently: "Dingling, tell me, which sister is it, eldest sister, or Second sister?"

Li Dingling suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction, and turned back after a while, with his hands behind his back, holding the candied haws and kept rubbing, his head drooped, and he took a peek at Song Zhen from bottom to top, pouting. Said: "I can't say it."

Song Zhen: "My sister won't let you tell? When did my sister come back?"

Li Dingling lowered his head even lower, and kicked non-existent stones with his feet, tossing and turning: "I can't say it."

Because Li Dingling was young and didn't understand life and death, he was separated from his mother, brothers and sisters forever, and still looked carefree and heartless. At this time, he seemed to have grown up suddenly, knowing that he was keeping his mouth shut.

Song Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed lightly, no matter which sister she was, she always had to confirm whether she was dangerous, not afraid of [-], just in case, after all, accidents happened for no reason, and she might become a person carrying resentment blame.But a person dies like a lamp goes out, and when he dies, he is dead. Song Zhen can't tolerate the people who should be let go, the things that should be forgotten, and the places that should be gone. .

He didn't intend to embarrass Li Dingling, he held the spell in his hand that could destroy ordinary souls and walked towards the direction she was looking at just now.

Zhuang Yin hesitated to follow, but was ordered to stop by Song Zhen's eyes, so he had no choice but to stand on the spot, watching Song Zhen walk slowly to a beam hung with a white cloth, circled around the beam twice, and stopped. Next, leaving only Zhuang Yin and Li Dingling with a big back.

Song Zhen said in a voice that only two people could hear: "After all, it's almost the first seven. Let's go after reading it, Second Sister Li."

A gust of wind blew quietly, lifting the white cloth hanging in the mourning hall on the right.

Song Zhen: "I know that you liked to play hide-and-seek before you were alive, but you are already dead. Don't touch your sister too much, otherwise she will be contaminated with ghost energy and damage her body. Although you are not a few years older than Ding Ling, I know you Know what I mean."

Where Zhuang Yin and the other two children couldn't see, as Song Zhen's voice fell to the ground, a silhouette that could be called a "human figure" gradually appeared on the white cloth.Looming, his stature only reaches Song Zhen's waist, and he looks... like a child.

In an instant, all the dark wind from just now seemed to gather on the white cloth, and the powerful and domineering cold air continuously approached Song Zhen. He couldn't help frowning, and said: "Let's go, go to where you should go, the world It’s not worthy of nostalgia.” The seeds of doubt in my heart took root, how could the resentment of this dead girl be so great, if the successive fires were really accidents, the resentment carried by the soul should not be so great, unless...unless they were murdered .

Before Song Zhen could think about it, within three feet, a thin layer of ice had formed on the ground, which unscrupulously invaded the soles of Song Zhen's feet. Li Tanglin obviously did not intend to leave hastily.

Song Zhen glanced over with lowered eyes, and flashed the prepared spell, "Since you don't want to leave, let's sit down and talk about your being burned?"