I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

The damp autumn wind seems to have become a gloomy wind at this moment.

A full two minutes passed.

Only then did a courageous old man stand up.

"Young man, what you say is a bit scary!"

He raised his finger and pointed at Zhao's white lantern.

"Mr. Zhao has only been away for a few days. Humans have spirits. If you slander him like this, aren't you afraid that he will knock on your door in the middle of the night?"

Hearing this, Wang Yifan smiled slightly.

"Old man, you are right, it is because Mr. Zhao has not been away for a few days, he came to look for me!"

"Do the math, what day is today?"

"What day is today?"

The old man frowned, as if he was 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 Lao Zhao's first seven days!"

His wife's voice was not loud.

But now in this aisle, the already quiet needle drop can be heard.

As soon as this sentence is exported.

The old neighbors who were watching around felt goosebumps spread from their backs to their bodies.

The so-called first seven refers to the seventh day after death.

The soul of the deceased will return home on the first seven days.

See the family for the last time, have a meal and then go to reincarnation.

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

He also said that it was Mr. Zhao who beat He Meihua!

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

"Don't let this young man get caught by Mr. Zhao!"

"Mom! I'm terrified!"

Not to mention that the neighbors in the neighborhood were very frightened, even Zhao Zhuang was suspicious at this time.

He lived with his father for decades.

Where can you not recognize someone?

The young man's expression changed just now.

It was like a different person.

When he hit his wife, no matter it was his demeanor, tone of voice, or even his actions.

It's exactly the same as his father beat himself when he was a child!

But he dared not speak out.

This issue!

Too evil!

At this time, the only person in the audience who didn't believe in evil stood up.

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

Shouted through gritted teeth.

"Want to run after beating someone? In the end, still want to use my father-in-law's name to shirk?"

"I don't believe it today!"

"There are really ghosts in this world!"

"Go! Follow me to the police station!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Wang Yifan's arm and pulled it down.

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

She can make three points without reason, let alone now she has reason.

Moreover, she also knew that Wang Yifan made the first move today, and she hadn't fought back yet.

Now his face is disfigured.

If this is brought to the police station and a case is filed, it will not be a problem for Wang Yifan to pay 100,000 to 200,000!

Little ghosts are also afraid of evil people.

And He Meihua wasn't afraid of ghosts at all.

Seeing that he was about to be pulled away!

Wang Yifan looked up into the air helplessly.

"Mr. Zhao, look... what should we do about this?"

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

An old man in his eighties bowed deeply to Wang Yifan.

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

"At first, I wanted to save some face for my Zhao family, but now it seems that it is a disaster for this woman to stay!"

"Master, just figure it out!"

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

I'm afraid I'll be surprised!

This person is none other than Zhao Shutang, the old man of the Zhao family who just passed away!

Hearing what the old man said, Wang Yifan nodded.

"Okay, I see, Mr. Zhao, then I will borrow your soul first!"

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

The neighbors watching the excitement 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 drag him to the police station. This man must be mentally ill. He escaped from somewhere!"

"He hit you! For nothing!"

After hearing this, the neighbors in the neighborhood couldn't help but nodded.

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

"That's right, what was the top seven just now, and what was the resurrection, it's scary!"

However, He Meihua didn't care about this.

She rolled her eyes and said in a high voice.

"Crazy patients can't be left alone! Whichever mental hospital released him, I'll go to that mental hospital!"

As she spoke, she pulled Wang Yifan to go downstairs.

However, Wang Yifan's body trembled, but his feet did not move at all!

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

"Old Zhao, why are you standing there, come and help me pull someone!"

"oh!"

Zhao Support has been thinking about Wang Yifan's demeanor and tone just now.

At this time, he came back to his senses with a call from his wife, and then he walked over numbly.

As soon as he grabbed Wang Yifan's arm, he was about to pull him downstairs.

But at this moment.

The very familiar voice sounded again.

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

Zhao Zhuo has heard this sentence countless times in his life.

His body trembled, and he hurriedly replied!

"Dad! How dare I!"

As soon as the words fell, he reacted abruptly.

He raised his head wide-eyed.

At this moment, it was his father who was in front of him, it was clearly the young man who called himself Wang Yifan just now.

But....

His look, his tone, his actions.

He looks too much like his father who just passed away.

Just when he was wondering.

Wang Yifan smiled slightly.

"My son! You don't even know your father, do you?"

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