A god-level fire spirit at the beginning

The next day, ten o’clock in the morning.

Zhao Changge and Zhang Jiadong ate breakfast and went to the bus stop to take the bus, because Zhang Jiadong had been to Teacher Li’s house, so there was no need to ask.

Teacher Li returned to his hometown last time on vacation, and according to Zhang Jiadong, Teacher Li’s home is in Lijia Village, and because he is an only child, there is an elderly wife to take care of at home.

Lijiacun was about an hour away from the city, Zhao Changge and Zhang Jiadong took a break, and when they felt the bus stop, they found that everyone else on the bus had all got off.

“Let’s go, Changge!”

Zhang Jiadong’s expression was a little nervous, maybe it was still a little difficult to accept this fact.

Because the bus stop was a few hundred meters away from Lijia Village, Zhao Changge and Zhang Jiadong were walking on the road.

From far away, they could see the general situation of Lijia Village. It may be the reason for the economic development in recent years, the houses inside are basically new, but what makes them strange is that on this road, there is no one except the two of them, and there are strange sounds in their ears.

Zhao Changge’s brows furrowed, the music that had just wrapped around his ears was a little familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a while.

Moreover, according to the induction of the magic power in his body, there is no wave, and the magic power cultivated according to the super occupation strategy has its own function of sensing the spirit body.

However, Zhao Changge still felt a little strange, and the guard in his heart did not fade in the slightest.

“Changge, why are these people’s doors hung with white cloths and white lanterns, and the doors are closed so tightly in broad daylight?”

Zhang Jiadong suddenly came to the side.

“Huh?”

Zhao Changge’s heart was shocked, white cloth, white lantern, music…

He seemed to recall something, and the music he just heard seemed to, as if, should, definitely be fun!!

Zhao Changge looked at the white cloth hanging at the gate of every house around, as well as two large white lanterns, and his heart was already shocked.

In other words, the funeral pleasure just now is not an auditory hallucination? ?

“Jiadong, where is Teacher Li’s home?”

Zhao Changge asked. He was a little uneasy now, not fearful, but worried.

I always feel that this village is weird.

“Well, you can see it around the corner in front, but this village is really strange, it was quite lively when I came last time, why is there no one in the silence this time?”

Zhang Jiadong is also puzzled.

And speaking unintentionally, the listener is intentional, Zhao Changge is abrupt, it turns out that the weird is weird here, even if the funeral is done at home, but why is no one coming and going?

“Hey, Changge, there is a funeral at Teacher Li’s door, let’s go over quickly!”

Zhang Jiadong’s expression changed, and he knew that the funeral procession basically only moved forward and did not go backward.

If you miss the last one, you can only worship on the grave.

“Wait… Wait…”

Zhang Jiadong ran over in a hurry, but fortunately, these funeral bearers had not yet carried the museum.

An old lady standing next to the person who raised the pavilion was expressionless, and turned her head to look at Zhang Jiadong with a strange expression.

“Grandma Ren, I’m a student of Teacher Li, I came last time, do you remember me.”

Zhang Jiadong also found the short old lady next to him, but he recognized it at first glance and said excitedly.

“So it’s you, my son has gone, are you here to give him a ride?”

Grandma Ren’s voice did not wave, and her expression was also very stiff, as if she was too sad.

“Yes, Grandma Ren, can you let me worship Teacher Li before leaving??”

Zhang Jiadong’s face was uncomfortable, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and said.

At this time, Zhao Changge had already come behind Zhang Jiadong, and he began to observe.

Black coffins, photos, museum bearers… As well as grandmothers.

No expressions! No expressions!

Zhao Changge’s heart was pounding, different from the supernatural events in the dormitory building, this time he seemed to be caught in a more strange event.

“Heh, two little students come and worship, my son is leaving!”

Grandma Ren said in a flat tone, Zhang Jiadong did not find anything strange, but Zhao Changge found that this grandmother’s eyes looked at them motionlessly.

“Teacher Li…”

Zhang Jiadong walked to the statue of Mr. Li and bowed deeply, and at this time the tears in the corners of his eyes could not stop flowing.

“Little student, it’s your turn!”

After Zhang Jiadong finished worshiping, Grandma Ren suddenly showed a few remaining teeth and said to Zhao Changge.

“Well, Mr. Li…”

Zhao Changge nodded and stood in front of the statue and bowed respectfully. The deceased was big, and his heart was also very sorry about it.

However, when Zhao Changge raised his head, he glanced at the portrait, but found that Mr. Li’s mouth on the portrait moved.

“Strange!” Zhao Changge rubbed his eyes and found that the image was fine.

His heart was already very vigilant, and this matter was strange to death.

However, Zhao Changge did not regret it, because this time he might obtain more spiritual points.

And as a psychic, you should not fear and retreat from this kind of thing.

And Zhao Changge was very glad that Zhang Jiadong told him in advance, otherwise, if only Zhang Jiadong came alone, he might hear Zhang Jiadong’s bad news in a few days.

Zhao Changge did not act rashly, nor did he call out the fire spirit, anyway, the fire spirit was in his backpack, even if the crisis came, he could deal with it in time.

He was watching what happened, and he wanted to find the flaws in these people.

“Two junior students, do you want to stay and eat?”

Grandma Ren kindly asked, her eyes looking at Zhang Jiadong and Zhao Changge with some expectation.

Zhang Jiadong was originally hesitant, but he found Zhao Changge’s gesture to him, and nodded instantly: “Okay, Grandma Ren.” ”

“I’m okay with that!”

Zhao Changge replied normally.

“The two junior students can go to sit first, and I will help my son send me down.”

Grandma Ren said amiably, and after speaking, she turned to the statue and muttered to herself.

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