The man shouted, "That's my son...why is he on my grave? Is this what I think about, do you want to get as close to me as possible?"

Qin Shou shook his head, he didn't think so.

Then I heard the fat man say, "I am alive, and I am okay with me. Don't serve me. Go and serve me and burn more money for him. The others, you all kneel down and cry hard. The crying lasted for seven days and seven nights, and the money was doubled. And those who play and sing should not stop. Just this song "Today is a good day". I will do it for seven days and seven nights. When it's over, the money will double. You dance, you are not allowed to stop, and the treatment is the same. You are doing it, I'm going home and I'm exhausted for half an hour."

After saying that, the fat man got up and left, shouting as he walked, "It's great to be promoted!"

When Qin Shou heard the name of the song, he almost couldn't breathe a sigh of relief. He suffocated to death, "It's indeed a good son! I'm a father who has been promoted and made a fortune, inherit the inheritance and divorce his wife, and the perfect beast rhythm!"

The tall and thin man on the Wangxiang stage stood there for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Son! Don't leave! I don't listen to music, don't watch women dancing, don't want them to kneel down, come back, let me see you again... I don't have much time, let me take a look."

The moment ago, the tall and thin man still looked proud and happy. He listened to the music, watched the beauty dance, and glanced at the paper money burning like a hill. He was so happy that the folds on his face burst out laughing.

But when his son turned and left, the man suddenly panicked, as if he realized something, so he shouted repeatedly.

However, in the two worlds, no matter how he shouted, his son didn't even turn his head back, and got into the sedan chair and left.

When his son left, the fog dissipated. He sat on the Wangxiang platform with a depressed look on his face, looking around blankly, muttering, "I don't want those, I want my son..."

Qin Shou originally wanted to mock him a few words, but when he saw this scene, he knew that there was no need to mock him, the other party's blow was already big enough.

However, Qin Shou still asked: "Is money important?"

The man ignored him, got up, walked down Wangxiangtai in a daze, and asked when he passed by the ghost officer, "Can I buy time with money? I want to look at my son again. Don't worry, I have money, so many people were burning just now, and the same money as a hill..."

When the ghost messenger heard this, he sighed and said, "You have no money, you don't have a penny."

The man was stunned, and then, like a cat with a trampled tail, shouted in a hoarse voice: "How is that possible? Didn't you see it just now? My son burned me a piece of paper money that is as high as a mountain! How could I have no money? Have you deducted it for me? I'm going to sue you!"

The ghost messenger seemed to have seen this situation. He waved his hand slowly and set the man in place. Then he said slowly: "That was burned by others. When others burned paper, they didn't miss you, but they missed you more. Of course, many people were scolding you, calling you a rich devil... These money without family affection cannot reach the underworld. No matter how much it burns, it is firewood."

Then, without waiting for the man to go crazy again, a ghost soldier had already come up and dragged the man to the distance.

The man looked broken, cried and laughed, and finally screamed: "Go to your money, I want my son... I don't want to be a rich man in the next life..."

Seeing this scene, Qin Shou sighed, sighed, and silently took out a bottle of wine and took a sip.

The next moment, the ghost walked onto Wangxiangtai. This time it was quite complete. A family of more than a dozen people knelt down, kowtowed, cried bitterly, and burned a lot of paper money. The old lady stood on the top and looked at her descendants, crying while crying, muttering: "Everyone is here, everyone is here... They are all good. The little grandson is so old, the little granddaughter is so cute... You guys are not allowed to bully your daughter-in-law anymore, otherwise I will beat you tonight! Haha... I am contented, contented... Haha..."

Before the old man even finished reading the prescribed time, he walked down to Wangxiangtai with a happy look on his face, and then received a large backpack of one meter wide from the ghost crew, full of paper money.

What went up again was an old man with a limp leg, gray hair, but standing like a spear!

The old man stood there and watched silently, the fog rose and fell, and no one in the world thought of him.

He was not disappointed at all, and turned around and jumped off the Wangxiangtai, but he had no intention of being lonely, just a little worried.

Seeing this, Qin Shou asked curiously: "Brother, you are so old, have you not had a friend before your death?"

The old man smiled heartily and said, "Yes! Good brothers and good sisters, there are more than one thousand people! They are all relatives!"

Qin Shou said: "There are so many bragging, no one misses you even if you die?"

The old man laughed loudly, turned around and left, and walked away to the distance and shouted: "They were all killed in battle before me, I was the last one. Now I just want to find them, slap them, bully me? They were all killed in battle, so I protected me, let me stand to the end, and watch them fall down one by one!"

When Qin Shou heard this, he was stunned. Only then did he see clearly that the old man was wearing a broken military uniform! This was a soldier, a soldier who died in battle! It was also possible that he was the youngest among all soldiers, who was protected by others until the end of the battle.

His freedom is because he knows that many people love him and he will not live in vain.

Qin Shou thought of this and shouted, "What are you worried about?"

The old man turned around and said, "I am worried that the people in the city will die in battle and no one will protect them."

When Qin Shou heard this, his heart felt sore. He didn't know if his brain was not working well or his blood surged under the stimulation of androgens. He asked, "Where is your home? I'll ask for you!"

The old man said: "The Western Frontier of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the beacon city!"

Qin Shou silently wrote down the name and asked, "What's your name?"

The old man said: "Feng Bua."

Qin Shou nodded and watched the old man go away. Then he remembered that it was almost time. But this time, Qin Shou did not rush up, but walked silently to the end of the ghost team and lined up quietly.

"Master Rabbit, you can go to the line." A ghost reminded kindly.

Qin Shou shook his head and said, "I used to think I was awesome, so I went to the line. Now... I'll just line up."
Chapter completed!