Kanagawa Taoist College Students

In the afternoon, Li Xuehao didn't even say he wanted to take a nap. Princess Yoko and Mingyue Yuhua left him and went out to play with Anna and Virginia who came to visit.

With Princess Yoko as the "translator", Li Xuehao is not afraid that Ming Yue Yuehua and Anna will not be able to communicate, which saves him any excuses.

Locking the door, he disappeared out of the room.

He focused on the baby boy. Under the monitoring of his spiritual consciousness, everything there could be clearly reflected back.

Li Xuehao "saw" that the place where the baby boy was was a huge hall. The decoration of the hall was only black and white, and it seemed that all other colors were swallowed up.

On the wall in the middle of the hall, there is a huge photo hanging. The photo is a bust, which is probably the only colorful thing in the hall. The person inside is an old man with white beard and eyebrows, who looks to be seventy or eighty years old. , smiles cheerfully, giving the impression that he is a kind-hearted old man.

On both sides of the photo are rows of wreaths with various elegiac couplets on them. Looking at the arrangement, it is clearly a mourning hall.

The old man in the photo also startled Li Xuehao, who was on his way to arrive, because he was the original owner of the jade pendant. Apparently, he had just "left" not long ago, so the funeral hall decorations had not been removed yet. Lose.

The pregnant woman I had seen before was now standing in front of the portrait, looking at it silently. Except for the baby boy in the stroller, there was no one else in the mourning hall.

The huge mourning hall seemed very empty and quiet, which made people shudder.

However, when the young pregnant woman stood in front of the portrait, she did not have any fear, but her face was full of sadness and nostalgia.

Li Xuehao flew very quickly with his sword. After more than ten seconds, he had arrived outside the house where the mourning hall was located.

This is Chinatown in New York. The building is a typical courtyard house, with the mourning hall located in the middle hall.

Li Xuehao, who was hiding in the dark, walked in from the outside. In the courtyard, there was no one in the same silence. Only the faint sound of crying could be heard in the mourning hall.

He hesitated for a moment, removed the invisibility formation, and walked towards the mourning hall.

When she walked to the door, the sound of footsteps woke up the young pregnant woman who was sobbing secretly and wiping away tears. She turned around and happened to see a strange but familiar boy walking in.

"You are..." She didn't know who the other person was, but the vaguely familiar face made her think it was a relative or friend who came to express condolences.

"I'm here to pay homage to Mr. Meng." Li Xuehao looked at the huge portrait on the wall in the middle and sighed regretfully. The exchange with Mr. Meng was still vivid in my mind, but I didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he was no longer here.

"You are the one... who helped me pick up the jade pendant..." Hearing his voice, the young pregnant woman finally remembered where she had seen him. When she went out to seek help in the morning, she almost collided with someone, the young man in front of her. Helped her pick up the jade pendant.

"Yes, you are Miss Meng?" Li Xuehao changed to Mandarin. The young pregnant woman with black hair and yellow skin is a standard Chinese image. Her facial features have a roughly similar outline to the portrait of Mr. Meng on the wall. You can basically guess to her identity.

The familiar local accent made the young pregnant woman relax a little. Although the other party was a teenager, as the hostess here, she still seemed very polite: "I am Meng Mochou, are you from China?"

"Well, I just arrived in New York not long ago." Li Xuehao nodded, acquiescing to her question.

"Your family and my grandfather..." Meng Mochou looked at him hesitantly. What she wanted to ask was what was the relationship between the other party's family and his grandfather. When he called his grandfather Mr. Meng, she knew that this boy's family was... He is not related to his family, maybe he is a descendant of his grandfather's old friend, he was sent to New York to express his condolences, but he came a little late.

"They are considered friends." Li Xuehao said.

Meng Mochou felt a little strange. What does "regarded as a friend" mean? It sounded like he was not even a friend. But since the other party came to express condolences, as a family member, she had no reason to stop him.

Li Xuehao stepped forward, picked up the incense on the table, lit it, and bowed solemnly.

Meng Mochou on the side also saluted him, thinking that he might be leaving soon, but she didn't expect that he hadn't left yet. Instead, she asked, "Can I know how Mr. Meng got there?"

"The doctor checked and it was a sudden heart attack." Meng Mochou said, remembering that her beloved grandfather was gone, her eyes became red again.

"Heart disease?" Li Xuehao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately confirmed that it was definitely not a heart disease, because Mr. Meng had the blessing of the Tujiu Shijiu he made, and he had no illness or pain in his life. How could he have a heart attack? There are only two possibilities. One is that the doctor made a mistake in the examination, and the other is that Mr. Meng's heart disease was not "spontaneous" but man-made.

"How many days has your grandfather been gone?"

"More than two weeks." Meng Mochou didn't know why he asked, so she answered out of politeness.

"That's just ten days..." Li Xuehao murmured to himself. If he said this, he could still summon spirits. When he first walked into the yard, he did not sense the presence of evil spirits here. Apparently Mr. Meng's soul may have disappeared or may have gone elsewhere.

Meng Mochou heard what he said next to her, and her guard rose again. The young man in front of her was really weird. He said he was the descendant of his grandfather's friend, but he didn't introduce his name, and his attitude didn't tell him anything. A little bit of etiquette that a grandfather, friend, and descendant should have, but instead he seemed to be inquiring about something.

But the other party was in the name of condolences, so she couldn't drive him away with bad words.

"Wow -" The sudden cry attracted her attention, and she could no longer care about this unknown boy. She ran to the stroller and coaxed her to cry because the toy in her hand fell under her feet and she couldn't catch it. The baby boy said, "Jianqiu, don't cry, don't cry, mother is here."

As he spoke, he picked up the small jade pendant and placed it in front of his son.

After the baby boy saw the jade pendant, he stopped crying immediately, reached out to grab the jade pendant, and giggled again.

Meng Mochou's face was full of doting, and she seemed to have forgotten that there was a guest next to her. Perhaps she forgot on purpose so that the guest would leave on his own initiative.

Li Xuehao vaguely understood what she meant, and also knew that she was suspicious and wary of his sudden visit. Just as he was thinking about how to win her trust, a noise came from outside. Meng Mochou, who was coaxing his son, couldn't help but change his expression. After picking up his son, he pushed the stroller and walked out.

Li Xuehao quickly followed. He suddenly had an intuition that perhaps a "natural or man-made disaster" for the baby boy was imminent.