Chapter 756: Love Is a Second Complication (18)

Zhao Si is dead.

Walking further into the house, one can hear Zhao Shi crying and the voices of people around her comforting her.

Zhao Si's body has been placed on the ground and covered with a quilt, which is considered to protect the final dignity of his remains.

There is a rope hanging from the beam. It seems that he hanged himself. However, the ground is covered with blood. Thinking of the villagers talking about Zhao Si's eyes being dug out, it is not difficult to imagine what the scene was like not long ago.

Wang Qing also kindly walked over and said a few words of comfort.

A crow was perched on the windowsill. Its eyes seemed to be staring at the people in the house. Its wings moved and shook off some mist.

Everyone began to feel scared again.

When Mr. Zhao was buried, a group of strange crows appeared. Now that Mr. Zhao was dead, this crow stood on the windowsill. Was it witnessing Mr. Zhao's death?

Combined with the previous rumors of ghosts haunting the Zhao family, everyone felt a chill. If they had believed that living here was fine before, now with Mr. Zhao's death, several young people began to waver.

Are they going to live here forever, like the old people in the village, without enjoying any good life, wasting their best years, and finally being buried in the earth?

Zhao Si's death was obviously abnormal, but the older people around him all advised Zhao Shi: "Zhao Si must have had a very good relationship with Teacher Zhao. He couldn't accept Teacher Zhao's departure for a while, so he did something stupid. Zhao Shi, you must be strong and let your father's spirit rest in peace." Someone

whispered, "Zhao Si died so tragically, was it suicide?"

After being glared at by his elders, the man shrank his neck and dared not speak.

Master Zhao, who had performed the ritual before, lived far away and came last. He walked over with courage, lifted the quilt, and took a look at Zhao Si's death. Then he fell back to the ground, his face pale and trembling.

Others hurriedly asked: "Master Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Master Zhao said mysteriously: "Such a strong resentment... It's the work of wronged spirits, it's the work of wronged spirits!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran out.

In the past, people only thought that Master Zhao was a person who pretended to be a ghost to make a living, but now his abnormal appearance makes people wonder if he has some real skills.

After Master Zhao's behavior, others felt a little uneasy, found some excuses, and slowly left.

Zhao Shi's father had just died, and now his brother had died, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

Wang Qing kindly comforted her, "Miss Zhao, please accept my condolences."

Suddenly, Zhao Shi grabbed Wang Qing's hand. She raised her pale face and asked in a questioning tone: "They said there was a ghost. Are there really ghosts in this world?"

Wang Qing was frightened, "I, I... I don't know either."

Zhao Shi lowered her eyes and saw the corpse covered with a quilt not far away. This stimulated her again. She shrank her body desperately and said in panic: "No... I didn't do anything... Even if there is a ghost... Even if there is a ghost, it shouldn't find me!"

Wang Qing turned her eyes to Bai Yao for help.

Bai Yao comforted her: "Don't worry, Miss Zhao. A person of integrity is not afraid of his own shadow, and a person who does not do shameful things is not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door."

It was unknown what Bai Yao said was wrong. The last bit of blood on Zhao Shi's lips faded, and she hugged her body and dared not move.

Fan Su suddenly said: "There are people there."

He was looking in the direction of the stairwell. Others looked in that direction, but did not see any figures.

Zhao Shi's lips trembled, "In our family... there is no one else except me and my brother."

Fan Su said "Oh" and answered stupidly: "I must have seen it wrong."

Even if he saw it wrong, he succeeded in making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Wang Qing took two steps back in fear, almost standing at the door, so that if something bad ran out, he could escape quickly.

Zhao Shi was shaking all over, she looked at everyone with sobs, "Can you stay here with me for one night? I'm scared."

She was the teacher's daughter and now she was alone and helpless. Even if Wang Qing was timid, he would not be able to refuse.

There were still a few empty rooms in the Zhao family. Bai Yao and Fan Sui walked into a guest room on the second floor. After the door was closed, she took Fan Sui's hand and said, "It feels weird here."

Fan Sui bent down, lowered his head and rubbed his face with Bai Yao's, "Don't be afraid, Your Highness, I will protect you."

But what Bai Yao said was, "There are obviously doubts about Zhao Si's death, but the villagers all said that he committed suicide. No one thought of calling the police, not even Zhao Shi."

Fan Sui looked at Bai Yao blankly.

She glared at him, "Why, do you think what I said is wrong?"

Fan Su was very afraid of her momentum and nodded hurriedly, "Your Highness is right."

Bai Yao was quite satisfied. She touched her chin, with a wise light in her eyes, "There must be some cat grease in it."

Fan Su agreed without any opinion, "Yes, there is cat grease."

Bai Yao seemed to have turned into Sherlock Holmes, and her expression also revealed a bit of insight. The mystery of everything, "There must be a pair of hands behind this pushing things forward, no, maybe more than one pair of hands... I always feel that there may be several forces behind a series of events..."

Bai Yao's shoulders suddenly felt heavier. It turned out that Fansui was lazily bending over and lying on Bai Yao's shoulder. He yawned sleepily, "So sleepy."

So Bai Yao gave up thinking and dragged Fansui to bed.

Two people had died in this house. Bai Yao could sleep with her husband in her arms without any psychological burden, but Wang Qing in the other room was not so careless.

He really couldn't sleep in the house where someone had died, but he couldn't stand it after several nights of insomnia. After a while, he heard a cough in a daze.

Wang Qing immediately sat up from the bed.

Teacher Zhao was in poor health. He still remembered that when he asked him to revise his thesis, Teacher Zhao would occasionally cough. The sound he just heard was too similar to Teacher Zhao's voice.

Wang Qing didn't dare to go out, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He slowly walked to the door, pressed against the wooden door, and vaguely heard someone talking outside.

Then, there were knocking sounds.

The people who were talking seemed to have a conflict, and the woman's crying sound came again.

"Dad, stop it!"

It was Zhao Shi's voice!

Wang Qing became more aware of the wrong situation. The moment he opened the door, a child's figure hung upside down in the air. The oil paint on his face looked like a smiling face. Facing Wang Qing's face, he grinned and laughed.