If, I know that is the last side with you, what will I say to you when I part?

Wen Fuling woke up from crying. She looked at the ceiling with her eyes open for a while. She felt heavy and had difficulty breathing. After looking closely, she found that Wen Xiaomantu was lying on her chest and pressing her ribs. She was looking at her worriedly, making her unable to breathe.

As the sky was getting dark, Wen Fuling took the small steamed bun from her chest with a good temper. After being interrupted, she had completely forgotten what was in her dream.

I always feel like I have a very sad dream. What is it?

The little steamed bun was nestled beside her pillow, looking at her worriedly, but the kitten couldn't speak human language, so he couldn't remind Wen Fuling at all.

Get up and pack up, Wen Fuling was restless doing what she had to do every morning when she woke up. At this moment, the ringtone of her cell phone rang, breaking her morning tranquility.

funeral parlor.

This is where everyone will go after death. It is not so gloomy and terrifying. On the contrary, there is a different kind of cleanness that makes you feel sad.

Wen Fuling walked along the flow of people in a daze. Li Xiaoxiao's cousin on the first floor guided her to the second floor. She said aloud and followed the change, and then registered in a daze. She didn't know what she could do now, and even felt that she was still in a dream.

In the room on the east side of the second floor, the corridor outside was covered by the smoke of second-hand smoke. It was impossible to see whether their faces were sad or laughing, nor could they hear what they were saying. In that room, Li Xiaoxiao's parents' faces seemed to have become very strange. They were like wax figures in the horror hall. Although they were still that face, they lost the vitality of living people, pale, and spiritual energy, and they felt cold when they looked.

When they saw Wen Fuling, they came up to hold her hand. The hand was cold and there was no longer the anger of living people.

Wen Fuling broke free from the hands of the two old men for the first time. She kept heading towards the innermost part, with no one everywhere, only a ridiculous wreath and elegy couplet. She laid a circle of the house like a bunch of flowers, surrounding the glass coffin in the middle, and Li Xiaoxiao lay there.

Li Xiaoxiao was lying there.

Wen Fuling's brain blew up and woke up from her dream.

She could hear those sincere and false crying sounds, and heard the cousin who had been talking sarcastic to Li Xiaoxiao, and heard the people coming and going and saying it was a pity and sadness, just like those people said the same thing when she sent her parents away.

"What are you doing!"

In this unreal false voice, Li Xiaoxiao's boyfriend was like a substantial anger, shooting Wen Fuling, and Wen Fuling shivered.

Yes, what else can I do?

She looked at Li Xiaoxiao's boyfriend's angry face blankly. In his eyes, she saw tears of sadness as sad as herself.

"I...I don't know..."

"What do you know! Broom Star! It's all you! It's all you!" Li Xiaoxiao's boyfriend vented all his emotions on Wen Fuling. He even wanted to beat Wen Fuling, but was stopped by Li Xiaoxiao's parents.

"Amin, this is just an accident..." Li Xiaoxiao's mother repeated in a low voice, but her eyes deliberately did not look at Wen Fuling, perhaps because she was afraid that she would take her anger on her daughter's best friend during her lifetime.

She knew it was just an accident, but she also thought, if Xiaoxiao didn't go out to have a meal with Wen Fuling and hadn't broken up with Wen Fuling because of Wen Fuling, wouldn't this tragedy have happened?

Could it be that Wen Fuling spreads the bad luck to Xiaoxiao?

Li Xiaoxiao's mother rationally knew that all this had nothing to do with Wen Fuling, but emotionally she couldn't help thinking about it.

Amin still respects Li Xiaoxiao's mother very much. He turned around and patted Li Xiaoxiao's mother's back. The old man's back was hunched over. In just one day, it seemed like he was ten years older. He didn't want to make them more trouble.

"Wen Fuling, let's go out and talk."

He looked at Wen Fuling coldly, and Wen Fuling also nodded. The two of them walked through the sad crowd in silence and walked to the corner of the funeral home.

"Why is Xiaoxiao..." Wen Fuling asked in a low voice. Until now, she still couldn't believe it, but the facts were already here. Even if she didn't believe it, she had no choice.

"Hmph," Li Xiaoxiao's boyfriend is Wu Yiming, and he is also a classmate of Wen Fuling, so he knows how unlucky Wen Fuling has been since childhood, and knows how many things his girlfriend has helped Wen Fuling block. Because of this, he really hates Wen Fuling.

In Wu Yiming's eyes, Wen Fuling was using Li Xiaoxiao's kindness to achieve herself, and the unlucky incidents that always appear on her from time to time make him stay away from him.

How could a normal person be so unlucky?

Wu Yiming walked to the corner and lit a cigarette. He felt so disgusted with Wen Fuling. Smoking just calmed himself down, rather than chatting for a while and then attacking Wen Fuling.

"Wen Fuling, I really underestimate you." Wu Yiming's face was in the glimmer of cigarettes, and his expression was so painful. In the past, Li Xiaoxiao's favorite sunny face was now full of indifference between his eyebrows and eyes.

After being questioned, Wen Fuling opened her mouth in a daze. She didn't know what she could say or what to say.

Because even she herself felt that she was wrong.

Why? If I didn’t make an appointment with Xiaoxiao yesterday and didn’t think about testing the bad god, would it be...

etc?

"Wu Yiming, we are all sad now," Wen Fuling had a bold guess in her heart. This idea made her shudder. She hoped that this idea had nothing to do with Li Xiaoxiao's death, but the premise was that she had to know the truth.

"But I think you are not completely fine in this matter..." Wen Fuling felt that his wording was a bit wrong, but he couldn't care about that much: "I'll ask you a question, and you have to tell me truthfully."

Wu Yiming pinched the cigarette and looked at Wen Fuling with a sarcastic look. The woman started again.

"Tell me, do you know that 'The God of Malignant Light'?"

"You..." Wu Yiming's expression was a little strange, as if something had been discovered, but it seemed to be concealing: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"You know." Wen Fuling's eyes kept frozen on his face, so she could notice that he had a little movement.

"Wen Fuling, is it interesting to you to get old accounts with me at this time?" Wu Yiming said impatiently. He spread his hands and confessed directly: "I admit that I used to ask Xiaoxiao to put the talisman of the 'Mordy God Gaozhao' on you, but Xiaoxiao turned against him at that time, and even after a big fight with me and broke up because of this, it was a prank thing. What's the use?"
Chapter completed!