The Zhang family's villa was located in the suburbs of Jiangbei City.
It only occupied a thousand square meters.
The courtyard was huge.
The mourning hall was set up in the courtyard.
The surroundings were relatively empty, and there were trees planted.
Behind the villa, there was a pagoda tree that was more than 20 meters tall and had lush leaves.
The branches and leaves of the locust tree stretched out and covered the roof of the villa.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west and night had fallen.
Under the moonlight, the locust tree looked like an evil ghost that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, wanting to devour people!
In the hall on the first floor.
There was a sumptuous dinner on the table.
Zhang Runzhi kept toasting Li Changkong.
However, Li Changkong kept declining.
"Mr. Zhang, it's not too late to drink after you're done with your matters at midnight.”
"Master Changkong, I'll leave this matter to you!
If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't know what to do!”
"Sigh! My father really doesn't know what other wishes he has yet to fulfill.”
"It's nothing. I just pity Xinxin.”
Zhang Runzhi said as he looked at a beautiful woman on the table.
The woman was Zhang Xinxin, the daughter of Zhang Runzhi.
She was twenty-three years old this year and had just graduated from university.
It became popular on the Internet.
Now, he was an internet celebrity with more than ten million fans!
"Dad! I say, you're already dozens of years old.
Why do you still believe in these things!
What era is it now?"
Zhang Xinxin said angrily.
"Shut up!"
"Today is the seventh day of your grandfather's birthday. What are you saying?”
Xu Xueqin shouted angrily.
She was Zhang Xinxin's mother.
"Miss, you can choose not to believe that there is a god within three feet of you, but please maintain your reverence!”
Li Changkong looked at Zhang Xinxin and said in a deep voice.
"Tsk."
Zhang Xinxin glanced at Li Changkong and didn't say anything.
"Master Changkong, I'm sorry to make a fool of myself.
Xinxin was like that, but she wasn't a bad person.”
Zhang Runzhi smiled awkwardly and explained.
Li Changkong shook his head.
Zhang Runzhi was definitely not as amiable as he looked on the surface.
His father, Zhang Aiguo, died with grievances.
There must be something hidden behind this.
However, this was someone else's family matter, and it was not his place to meddle.
He didn't want to care!
Zhang Xinxin saw this scene and laughed in disdain.
"Just you wait. I'll see how you embarrass yourself later!
I'll show the whole of Dahua what a liar you are!”
"You asked for a million yuan. Why don't you rob someone?”
"And my dad is really old and muddle-headed! He said one million and you really agreed!”
Zhang Xinxin thought to herself.
Although she was a famous streamer, she had never accepted unspoken rules.
He didn't want to show his face too much.
Every time she did a live broadcast, she would sing.
She couldn't accept anything that was a little too big.
He worked himself to death every month to earn only 50,000 yuan.
This Li Changkong was obviously a liar.
He actually earned a million in a day.
It was still her father who was tricked.
How could she accept it?
Soon, they were almost done eating.
Li Changkong was led by Zhang Runzhi.
He arrived at the courtyard.
At this moment, a mourning hall had already been set up in the courtyard.
Aiguo Zhang's black-and-white photo was hanging in the middle of the shed.
He looked kind in the photo.
But at this moment, there was a strange feeling!
Zhang Aiguo's coffin was in the shed.
Lying in the coffin was the corpse with a twisted face.
Hu Hu Hu ~
A gust of cold wind blew.
The candle was blown away.
Li Changkong looked at the lush locust tree behind the villa and was slightly stunned.
Then, he sighed in his heart.
"Resentment is soaring to the sky, and there is also the protection of the locust tree. No wonder such a thing happened.”
There were four great ghost trees among the people: poplar, locust, willow, and mulberry.
There was a locust tree in this courtyard!
And it was already twenty to thirty meters tall!
This tree was at least close to a hundred years old!
Then, he used the Aura Seer Technique to look at Zhang Aiguo.
A black gas rose like smoke!
That was resentment!
Obviously, Zhang Aiguo didn't want to die!
"Father! You're going... If you need anything, just tell me in my dream.”
"I didn't take good care of you…But your son still has to live."
"Don't worry. I'll burn joss paper for you every Qingming Festival…Burn the house, burn the car…"
"What do you want…What should I burn for you?"
Zhang Runzhi knelt at the side of the mourning hall, burning joss paper and wailing.
Xu Xueqin was also crying softly at the side, looking at the burning joss paper in the brazier.
"I think... You do it... Accompany me…"
A cold and terrifying hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
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