According to folk customs, people will come back on the seventh night after death, which is called "the first seven".The family should prepare a meal for the deceased before the soul returns, and must avoid it afterwards.

The story begins on the first night after Miss Chen's death.

"Daoist Zhou, my lady's Buddhist affairs are all up to you."

Easy to say, easy to say. "Zhou Jin showed a commercial smile, nodded, and took a black satin bag from the man with both hands. It was heavy, and at least there was 50 yuan here. It's really rich and powerful. Poor Miss Chen. Xiangxiaoyu died.

"Then I won't disturb your rest."

"Okay, okay."

As soon as the door was closed, Zhou Jin immediately slumped down on a wooden chair beside him. Oh, this Taoist priest is really hard to pretend, he has to carry his whole body, which is more tiring than carrying a sandbag.Zhou Jin rubbed his stiff shoulders with one hand, walked slowly to the window, stretched out his hand to push open the carved wooden window, and looked out.

Quickly draw the background of the story here in my mind.

In the 21st year of the Republic of China, Chen Liyuan, the daughter of the richest man in Chenjia Town, was [-] years old. She was originally scheduled to marry the son of the Liu family in the neighboring town on the [-]th of this month.Unexpectedly, the sky met with unforeseen misfortunes. She was raped by someone the night before she got married, and she hanged herself that night.A good red incident turned into a trivial matter in a blink of an eye.

The red happy lanterns that were originally hung in the house will change from red to white overnight.However, the time was too short, and I couldn't buy a considerable number of white lanterns at the moment, so I had to send someone to cover them with a layer of white cloth, red and white intertwined, which made the deep house compound even more eerie.

As soon as he raised his head, a piece of paper money with a round square hole floated leisurely and landed on the ground in front of the window.

It is normal for people to experience birth, old age, sickness, and death as soon as they come to this world.Where there is normality, there must be abnormal numbers, and abnormal numbers are most likely to change.Ms. Chen's death is an anomaly.

Suicide, violent death, and premature death can easily become murderous corpses.Especially for those who harbor resentment, the chance of becoming a murderous corpse is doubled.

Zhou Jin is a fast travel tasker, number 87878, an intermediate tasker.It has been more than three years since I worked in Kuaichuan Hall.This is the 15th mission in his hands, with a difficulty factor of three stars.In a well-regulated world, as long as you follow the steps, you should be able to complete it smoothly.

In this world, Zhou Jin's identity is a little Taoist who has practiced seriously.Among other things, at least Fur still understands.Now it is the time when Chen Zhai entrusted someone to invite Zhou Jin into the house to save the souls of the dead.

And the fast-traveling task that Zhou Jin received was to find the murderer who killed Miss Chen before Miss Chen's first seven days, and then eliminate Miss Chen's grievances.

Zhou Jin sighed softly, what a pity that such a flowery girl turned into a dead body in the blink of an eye.

Raising his hand and knocking on the window sill under his hand, Zhou Jin raised his eyes and saw a road facing the window.The sky was getting dark now, and it was almost dark, and the red and white lanterns in the house were lit up one by one.

A little girl in filial piety came out of the night with small steps, holding a small white silk lantern.

"Little girl." Zhou Jin suddenly spoke and called her.

Hearing someone call her, the little girl seemed startled.When he raised his head, his little face was pale.

The little girl's shiny black hair was combed into a long braid, which was hung in front of her body, and swayed slightly around her waist as she walked.She has a round face, a pointed chin, and a pair of big watery eyes under the slender eyebrows like willow leaves, with the unique gentleness of southern women.

"Master Dao." Seeing who was calling her, the little girl replied timidly, her expression gradually softening.

Seemingly frightening the little girl, Zhou Jin smiled a little embarrassedly, and softened his voice:

"What's your name?"

"Master Dao, the maidservant's name is Xiuhe." The little girl is as her name suggests, delicate and delicate, and her tone of voice is also melodious.

"Xiuhe, besides me, is there anyone else entering the house tonight?"

When Xiuhe heard this, she shook her head lightly, "Except for a housekeeper sent by Miss's husband's family to express condolences, no one else enters the house." When Xiuhe spoke, she kept her head slightly lowered, very cautious .

"Then, Xiuhe, do you know how to get to the mourning hall?"

Xiuhe nodded, raised her hand, and pointed forward, "Go down this road and pass two courtyards, and you will find the mourning hall."

"Thank you." Zhou Jin raised the corners of his mouth and said softly.

Xiuhe raised her head timidly, glanced at Zhou Jin, then quickly lowered her head again: "You are welcome, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"it is good."

Zhou Jin smiled and looked at Xiuhe's hurrying back while holding a lantern.

Such an obedient little maid, her speech and behavior are really different from those of ordinary people's maids.

Zhou Jin turned around and picked up a long strip of puff pastry from the porcelain plate on the table of the Eight Immortals and began to chew.Crispy jujube paste stuffing, chewing a mouth full of fragrance, sweet and delicious.

Two or three bites solved one, and picked up another one.Judging by his posture, he probably won't be free tonight, he has to fill his stomach first.

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