C17 Live Yin Media (1)

As I was wondering, I suddenly saw a girl walk into the living room from the front hall. The girl had shoulder-length hair, delicate facial features, and a petite figure. She knelt in front of the coffin and started to burn the paper seriously.

Who was this person? I couldn't resist my curiosity and walked closer. I heard the girl mumbling to herself, "I told you not to cause any trouble, but you wouldn't listen. Now you're throwing your life away. You deserve it. I can only burn more for you ?"

"Who are you!" The girl suddenly noticed me.

"Oh, I'm looking for the goatee. Is he in?" I said quickly.

When the girl heard my words, she couldn't help but frown. "He's not here. He has already left."

"Where did you go?" My first thought was that he had run away.

"If he's gone, then he's dead!" Nv Haizi said snappily.

"Dead?" My face was filled with doubt. "That's impossible, I was still fine yesterday, how can you say that I died just like that?" Do you know that I came to settle the score with him and then hid away? "

The girl rolled her eyes at me: "If I'm not mistaken, you should be that Liu Ding!"

"How do you know my name?" I was even more surprised.

"None of your business." The girl let out a cold snort, pointed at the coffin, and said, "The coffin is right here. If you don't believe me, you can look at it yourself."

The girl's straightforward attitude surprised me. It didn't seem like she was pretending. Did the goatee really die?

Doubtful, I walked to the coffin and tore off the seal paper in preparation to open it. After all the wickedness, the exhumation was a small matter for me.

As soon as the coffin opened, I looked inside with trepidation. What he saw was an old man's face full of wrinkles. His grey hair looked very peaceful. His hands hung in front of his chest and he held a wine gourd in his hands.

It really was a goatee. At this moment, my brain couldn't process what was happening. The goatee that was strong and strong yesterday, how could he die so easily? It seems that the matter is much more complicated than I imagined.

He had originally thought that he would be able to ask about some matters once he found the goatee. Did he really do anything to me? What kind of person was World Corporation's life, why did Liu Yuan's corpse disappear, etc., etc., etc., yet the goatee died so mysteriously, causing everything to become a mystery.

"What's your name, and what's your relationship with the goatee?" After a few seconds of thought, I snapped out of it and looked at the girl.

"Why should I tell you?" The girl rolled her eyes at me and her expression suddenly changed. "Unless you agree to a condition of mine."

"No problem, not to mention one condition, even if it was ten, I would still agree to it." I agreed very straightforwardly.

"Good!" This is something you promised, you're not allowed to go back on your word. "

"Don't worry, as a man, I will keep my word."

The girl immediately beamed with joy: "My name is Qing Er, the goatee is my master."

"You and the goatee are master and disciple?" I was a little surprised. The goatee had lived on the mountainside for more than ten years, but I had never heard that he had such a beautiful disciple.

"That's right! It's only been half a month since I've taken him in as my master. I originally didn't have the time to properly study, but now he's left. " As Qing Er said this, his eyes became teary, but it did not sound like he was sad, but more like it was a pity.

I quickly comforted her, "Don't be too sad, it's only human nature to part with someone's life and death. I just heard from you that the goatee is in some sort of trouble.

"Isn't it ?" Qing Er suddenly seemed to have thought of something. "You must be Liu Ding."

I nodded, and Qing Er continued: "I knew it! "I'm not too sure about the goatee's troubles, but based on your current condition, you're not far from death."

"Tsk, it's no wonder you're the disciple of the goatee. You're quite good at putting on a show." I said doubtfully.

Qing Er didn't care in the slightest, "You can just not believe it. "But I can tell you, the trouble you caused cannot be solved by ordinary people, and the goatee died because of you. He originally wanted to help you out, but unfortunately, his ability is still a bit lacking."

"He helped me?" I coldly laughed. "Stop bullshitting. He almost killed me, and he still dares to say that he's helping me?"

"Then why don't you tell me why aren't you dead? Yet, the goatee died on his own? " Qing Er sneered.

"I... "How would I know?" I was stunned by Qing Er's rhetorical question, but in my heart, I didn't believe her words.

First of all, the origin of this Qing Er is very suspicious. I am very familiar with this area of ten miles, but I have never seen this Qing Er before. Secondly, the goatee was her master. If her master died, how could she not be sad?