At this moment, a woman's cry came from the kitchen.
"Grandma! Grandma! Shenglang, Shenglang!"
Before Wen Ranran could react, the scholar had already quickly run to the kitchen. Seeing this, Wen Ranran led Cheng Fenglou and Jiang Tang to follow him directly, regardless of whether the master agreed.
In the kitchen.
A young woman hugged a seventy-year-old woman and threw her to the ground. The seventy-year-old woman had a blood hole on her forehead, and blood kept pouring out, quickly staining her old and grooved face red.
The syrup is still simmering in the large pot on the stove.
Seeing this, Wen Ranran hurriedly pushed Jiang Tang, "Tangtang, go and call the doctor!"
"Okay!" Jiang Tang hurriedly ran out.
The scholar knelt beside the old man and cried loudly, "Grandma! My dear, what is going on?!"
"I..." the young woman swallowed while wiping her tears, "When I came back, I saw my grandma making sugar again. I wanted to stop her back into the house, but she was so anxious that she couldn't stand still and hit her head on the stove.
On stage! It’s my fault, I didn’t take good care of grandma!”
Hearing this, the scholar felt sad and angry, but when he saw the woman crying, he still couldn't bear to blame him. He just turned around frequently and asked, "Why hasn't the doctor come yet?!"
Cheng Fenglou on the side knelt down, tested the old man's breath and pulse, and said softly: "No need to wait for the doctor, just prepare for the funeral."
?!
The scholar was shocked, hugging the old man and crying loudly in disbelief.
Wen Ranran sighed silently.
It’s really unpredictable and life is unpredictable...
"Twelve, what are you doing?"
At some point, Cheng Fenglou was actually pulling at the old man's right hand that he had been clinging to until death. When he opened it, he saw some white powder in the old man's hand.
Wen Ranran could see it clearly and asked curiously, "What is that?"
Before Cheng Fenglou could dip some of it in, Jiao Niang grabbed the old man's hand and inadvertently snorted the powder away.
Jiao Niang glared and said, "You are someone who would even offend grandma's corpse!"
Cheng Fenglou was stunned for a moment by her confusing question, while Wen Ranran who was watching said "Yeah", which made the others confused and a little flustered.
"Ms. Zhang!" Wen Ranran said, "Twelve is a Taoist priest. He was just making a wish for his soul. Why did you interrupt him? Taoist Twelve, how is grandma's soul now?"
Jiao Niang looked at Cheng Fenglou suspiciously, not seeing how he looked like a Taoist priest at all. Zhang Sheng, who had always been filial, would rather believe him than trust him, and was already anxious.
Grandma was accidentally hit and killed. It was already very tragic. How could she not even be able to find peace in her soul?
He glanced at Jiao Niang reproachfully and asked, "Taoist Priest, how are you now?"
Cheng Fenglou glanced at Wen Ranran, felt grateful, and said thoughtfully: "Grandma was wronged when she died. She has to carefully tidy up the body of the deceased before her soul can be put to rest. Let's find a bed to lay her down first."
"good!"
Zhang Sheng and Cheng Fenglou hurriedly moved Grandma Liu's body to Grandma Liu's bed. Jiao Niang paused in the kitchen, turned her eyes slightly, and looked around to find Wen Ranran looking at her. She was startled and hurriedly
Rushed to take care of him.
Wen Ranran looked at Jiao Niang's back and chuckled, turned off the fire on the stove, and stirred the syrup twice until it was just cooked.
"If only I had come earlier, I might have been able to eat grandma's fruit candy."
Put the lid on the pot, turn around and walk to grandma's house.
As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she heard Cheng Fenglou's affirmative voice, "Grandma Liu's death was not purely accidental, but she was drugged!"