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But with a scream, he found that the old widower was not moving.

Hua Siluan then gently let go of her hand again, she walked to the old widower's, and suddenly found the old widower closed his eyes tightly.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a dead man!"

Hua Siluan smiled again, picked up the basket on the ground, and walked to the side of the river.

Ning Qingming watched from a distance, and deeply felt that Hua Siluan was very problematic.

It is strange that a girl who grows up in a deep boudoir is not afraid of ghosts.

Ning Qingming watched Hua Siluan take out the contents of the basket, and it looked like it was a drink.

A little far away, I don't hear her chanting words very much, it's all yours.

After speaking some words, she poured the wine in her hand into the water again.

After finishing this, I took out some paper money and started to burn.

When doing these things, her mouth was always chanting, but she couldn't make out what she was saying.

Ning Qingming was suspicious for a while.

At this moment, the old widower on the ground got up. He first touched his arm with both hands, and then looked at Hua Siluan who was standing by the river.

He smiled and walked in the direction of Hua Siluan.

Hua Siluan watched him wake up unexpectedly, his eyes darkened slightly, waiting for the old widower to open his arms and ran to her.

She kicked the old widower into the river with one kick.

In this place in front, the river is relatively simple.

The old widower grabbed the grass by the shore and wanted to climb towards the shore, but how could Hua Siluan let him come up? Her embroidered shoes stepped on the old widower’s head.

"Woooooo-"

The old widower was forced to drink the river water continuously and wanted to come up, but he didn't have any strength. The river water in winter was naturally cold.

"cut--"

Seeing the body of the old widower, he gradually stopped moving, Hua Siluan threw the basket he had just brought into the river again.

Then he patted his hands again, adjusted his makeup, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside.

Ning Qingming was still standing there, looking at the body of the old widower in the river. He couldn't figure out how, it turned out that Hua Siluan was such a person.

After waiting for a while, Ning Qingming quietly walked out of the forest.

Hua Siluan's frame had already left.

Ning Qingming took the tofu hidden under the tree again, and walked on the way back.

When I returned home, I found that there was a maid standing in my yard, who seemed to have been following Hua Siluan's car just now.

"I want you to buy tofu. I have not come back until now. I don't know where I died."

The old woman pointed at Qingming and cursed angrily.

Qingming lowered his head, carrying the tofu without speaking, and walked in.

Seeing Ning Qingming's appearance, the old woman took another breath.

Then he looked at the maid in front of him with a smile, "Slim, do you still have a maid in your house? Just see if the dead girl is okay? It's okay to be a handyman at the house."

Slim smiled, "Auntie, look at what you are saying, I can see that Sister Xiao is also a neat person. There is indeed a maid in the mansion, and it is a couple of silver!"

Listening to what Slim said, the old woman laughed from ear to ear.