I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

The damp autumn wind seemed to have become cloudy winds at this moment.

Two full minutes passed.

Only then did a bolder old man stand up.

"Boy, what you said is a little scary!"

He raised his finger to Zhao's white lantern.

"Old man Zhao hasn't left for a few days, but he is alive. You slander him so much, are you afraid that he will knock on your door in the middle of the night?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Yifan smiled slightly.

"Master, you are right, it's because Master Zhao hasn't left for a few days, so he came to me!"

"You count, what day is today?"

"What day is today?"

The old man frowned, as if thinking about the meaning of Wang Yifan's words.

At this time, his wife behind him pushed him.

"Old Wang, count the days...Today is Zhao's first seven!"

His wife didn't speak loudly.

But now in this aisle, there is already a quiet needle drop that can be heard.

This sentence is out.

The old neighborhoods onlookers all felt a burst of goose bumps spreading from the back to the whole body.

The so-called first seven refers to the seventh day after a person's death.

The souls of the dead will return home in the first seven days.

I watched the last time of my family, had a meal and then reincarnated.

And now, this young man came to Zhao's house just in time for the first seven.

He also said it was Mr. Zhao who hit He Meihua!

"Oh! This is the first seven to come back!"

"This young man shouldn't be fucked by Mr. Zhao!"

"Mom! I panicked!"

Not to mention that the neighbours in the neighbourhood were so scared, even Zhao Xiang was suspicious at this time.

He has lived with his dad for decades.

Where can I not recognize people?

The young man's expression just changed.

It seems to be a different person.

When he beat his wife, no matter his expression, tone, or even action.

It's exactly the same as his dad hitting himself when he was a kid!

But he dared not say it.

This matter!

Is it too evil?

At this time, the only person in the audience who did not believe in evil stood up.

He Meihua, whose face was half swollen, grabbed Wang Yifan's arm again.

Shouted gritted teeth.

"You want to run after hitting someone? In the end, you want to use my father-in-law's name to shirk off?"

"I don't believe it today!"

"There are really ghosts in this world!"

"Go! Follow me to the police station!"

With that, she grabbed Wang Yifan's arm and pulled it down.

He Meihua is notoriously aggressive and greedy for money in the power dormitory.

Unreasonable can make a three-pointer, not to mention that she has the reason now.

Moreover, she also knew that Wang Yifan was the first to act today, and she hasn't fight back yet.

Now his face is broken.

If this is brought to the police station and a case is filed, it would not be a problem for Wang Yifan to pay one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand yuan!

The kid is also afraid of the wicked.

And He Meihua was not afraid of ghosts.

Seeing that I was going to be pulled away!

Wang Yifan raised his head helplessly and looked into the air.

"Old man Zhao, look...what should I do about this?"

At this moment, in the void, a translucent figure suddenly appeared.

An 80-year-old man gave a deep salute to Wang Yifan.

"Master, the family is unfortunate! Let you see a joke!"

"I originally wanted to give my Zhao family a bit of face, but now it seems that this woman is a scourge to stay!"

"Master, you can figure it out!"

If it is someone, you can see the old man at this time.

I'm afraid I will be surprised!

This person is no one else, but Zhao Shutang, an old man from the Zhao family who has just passed away!

Hearing what the old man said, Wang Yifan nodded.

"Okay, I see, Father Zhao, then I will borrow your soul to use it!"

On the side, I saw this young man who was being dragged by He Meihua, looking up at the ceiling of the corridor, muttering words.

The neighbors who watched the excitement around him couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

A middle-aged man in his thirties said with a smile.

"Sister He, don't take him to the police station. This person should be mentally ill. I don't know where he came from!"

"He hit you! Nothing!"

Hearing this, the neighbor in the neighborhood nodded.

"It looks clean, I didn't expect to be a lunatic."

"That's it, what kind of first seven it was just now, and what is it resurrection, it's scary!"

However, He Meihua doesn't care about these.

She rolled her eyes and said sharply.

"Neurosis can't be left alone! Which psychiatric hospital released him, I'll go to which psychiatric hospital!"

With that said, she took Wang Yifan and was about to walk downstairs.

However, Wang Yifan's body trembled, but his feet didn't move at all!

He Meihua was anxious and looked back at her husband who was still in a daze.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing in a daze, come and help me drag people!"

"Oh!"

Zhao Xianyang has been thinking about Wang Yifan's attitude and tone just now.

At this moment, the daughter-in-law yelled to regain his senses, and then walked over.

He grabbed Wang Yifan's arm and was about to pull downstairs.

But at this moment.

The voice that made him very familiar sounded again.

"Second, what do you want to do? Why, do you still want to beat you Laozi?"

Zhao Xiang has heard this sentence many times in his life.

His body trembled and hurriedly replied!

"Dad! How dare I!"

As soon as the voice fell, he reacted fiercely.

He raised his head wide-eyed.

At this moment, where is his father in front of him, he is clearly the young man who just called himself Wang Yifan.

But....

His look, tone, movement.

He looks so much like his father who has just passed away.

Just when he was wondering.

Wang Yifan smiled slightly.

"My son! You don't even know your dad anymore!".

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