Chapter 77: Wei Xin (5)

Wei Cheng was taken aback by the thunder. He stretched out his head and looked out the window and asked in a puzzled manner: "Why is it raining before the Chinese New Year?"

Han Zhengfeng hit Zhang Qidou with his arm: "Can you calculate the weather?"

Zhang Qidou said with a wry smile: "Does it rains in the winter? You still need me to figure it out! "

When the car reached the entrance of the alley, they couldn't get through. They don't know why so many people blocked the intersection even if it was raining. They seemed to be watching the excitement. Wei Cheng was worried that his son's soul had not yet returned to his body, so he became a little anxious: "Master, or let's change our way."

Lin Qingyin took out an umbrella from the co-pilot's door, turned and handed it to Wei Cheng, lifted her chin, and raised it outwards: "Go down and look what happened before we go."

Wei Cheng endured his impatience and took the umbrella. He didn't have any interest in watching the excitement. But among these people, Lin Qingyin was the best. He couldn't say no for the sake of his son's life. He could only get out of the car with a depressed expression on his face.

The rain was getting bigger and bigger. Many people who watched the excitement couldn't hold it and ran away and gave way to Wei Cheng. Wei Cheng walked over with an umbrella, then suddenly found a person lying on the ground. Looking at the clothes he was wearing, it seemed that he was the owner of the small shop just now. He hurriedly ran two steps and walked over to have a look. Sure enough, the shopkeeper lay on his back, his head was a little burnt, his eyes were looking at the sky with his eyes wide open. He looked like he died with an unresolved grievance.

The shopkeeper died? How he will let someone collect evidence of the shopkeeper's murder?

Wei Cheng looked at the corpse of the shopkeeper in a daze. At this time, several people stood at the door of the shop to avoid the rain. Their conversation reached his ears.

"This person was killed by the thunder just now?"

"Well, I was sitting while eating candied haws just now. Then I just saw this man running like a thief. The thunder came down when he got to this intersection, and it happened to hit him!"

"It's pretty accurate! Look at the old banyan tree next to him, nothing happened to it."

"Did anyone call an ambulance?"

"Yes, but I guess it's useless!"

"… …"

The latter words were not important anymore. Wei Cheng's grievances were reduced by more than half in an instant. He lifted his umbrella and walked back to the car easily.

The rain outside was heavy. Han Zhengfeng couldn't see clearly what was going on up ahead the road. Seeing that Wei Cheng came back with a relaxed look, he couldn't help but ask: "What happened?"

Wei Cheng didn't control his laughter and said: "The shopkeeper who harmed people was killed by the thunder just now!"

Wei Cheng was immersed in happiness for taking revenge, while Han Zhengfeng and Zhang Qidou looked at the back of Lin Qingyin's head together.

Lin Qingyin seemed to have eyes at the back of her head, she lightly said: "He should have been dead long ago. He escaped his death by using someone else's life. Now that the thing he use to steal people's life is gone, God will naturally take him."

When Han Zhengfeng heard those words, he snapped his fingers happily and said with a smile: "In order to take him, God even sent thunder and rain in the winter. This man is worth it."

The rain came and went quickly. When Fatty Wang drove the car into the hospital, the rain stopped. The originally muddy air was washed away by the rain, which made people feel exceptionally cool.

Wei Cheng's wife waited anxiously in the ward. When she heard Wei Cheng's voice from outside the ward, she hurriedly greeted him and grabbed him tightly: "How is it?"

Wei Cheng nodded at her with an unconcealable joy on his face: "Let's the master go in first."

It was much more convenient to bring the soul back with the use of the fan.