Yu Ruoxian's shout made the Ran family members who were pressing on the spot feel a little uneasy.

After all, since Yu Ruoxian married Ran Wen, the Ran family members, from old to young, were treated and treated by Yu Ruoxian. In addition, they took the health and longevity pills she developed regularly, and each family had a prosperous child.

With her favor, the eldest princess only had superficial respect in the eyes of the patriarch, but still looked up to Yu Ruoxian in her heart.

But Ran Shaotang died of sudden illness at such a young age, which is a death in the youth among the world, which is really taboo.

The eldest princess invited the incense to Kyoto again, and the Taoist Qingyang, who was convinced by everyone, exclaimed that the descendants of the Ran family were cursed and made Ran Shaotang die young. If he didn't think of a way to eliminate the curse, the descendants of the Ran family would be in danger.

For the sake of future generations, it is not a big deal for them to make a dead person never be reborn.

However, when Yu Ruoxian was so angry, they had to think about it.

After all, the health of the tribe members will depend on her in the future.

The old patriarch weighed the pros and cons in his mind like lightning, and stood up with a sharp bullet and answered: "Wife Qianshan, you also know that we have no intention. The robe made by the Taoist priest is a requiem and is harmless to Shaotang. Everyone is also for your own good."

Seeing this, the others also followed and responded: "What the patriarch said is right, it is the Requiem Robe."

"Since it's a requiem, let's leave it for the patriarch to use it for your own use. Will you be able to wrap it around and bury it together in a hundred years? I don't care whether it's troublesome or not. I'm not afraid of spending money. I will customize one for you and send it to each family tomorrow. It will be kept for everyone according to the head. If you do too much trouble and sleep hard, it's OK to put it on your body on weekdays."

These words hit everyone's heads like lightning. Everyone's faces were pale and their bodies were as angry as shaking.

Everyone was furious and looked at the source of the sound. A gust of cold wind suddenly spun out of the courtyard of the dark night, and the candlelight swayed constantly.

A face similar to Ran Shaotang, standing in the shadows with white clothes like snow, her eyes swept to everyone in a cold manner, like a soul of hell seeking life.

Everyone was so scared that they were shocked, and the cold air surged from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

"Ran, Ran Shaotang. Ghost, Ghost." Someone shouted out tremblingly.

Everyone immediately looked at the coffin, then at Ran Shaotang, and took a few steps back together.

Even the self-righteous Mrs. Ran forgot that she was inconvenient to her legs and feet, so she jumped away from the Grand Master's chair, and the servants around her almost fell to the ground.

The initiator Xuanyuan Xiang was stunned, but he didn't know whether he was scared or not afraid at all, and he didn't move at all.

Ran Shaotang saw everyone's reaction and sneered: "Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. You guys should all learn from the eldest princess what it means to be calm and fearless."

At this moment, Xuanyuan Xiang's face was pale and his urge to urinate was surging. But his legs were disobedient.

After all, the leader of the Ran family had a lot of things to do. He heard that the voice was a woman, and knew that he had lost his composure just now. He coughed twice to show his disguise, and deliberately scolded the young man who suddenly appeared loudly.

"Ran Shaoshang, you are so unruly. Everyone present is your elders. Is there anyone who speaks like this? You are neither big nor small, and you won't apologize to your elders."

Ran Shaotang raised his eyebrows lightly and looked over with a sharp look: "Apologize? I think you should apologize to my brother. Her body is not cold, so you came to the door to despise her and harm her, and they still say goodbye to her? Do you think others are fools? It's better if such elders are disrespectful."

The old patriarch was so angry that his beard trembled. He pointed at Ran Shaotang. Before he could accuse him, Ran Shaotang snatched him from the words: "Don't respect for the old and disrespect for the young. If you want to be respected by others, be a good person, be a good person. How many, are you right?"

She reached out and made a move at Shaobai who was stubbornly guarding the coffin: "Take the sutra robe over."

Ran Shaobai's eyes suddenly became shiny, and he ran to Shaotang quickly: "Sister, give it to me."
Chapter completed!