The Ninth Lady is a rebellious person.

Chapter 3: You teach me how to be a human being?
With all kinds of doubts, Lang Jiuchuan arrived at the mourning hall. As soon as she entered the courtyard, her body shook, her mind felt weak, and she almost fell out of her body.

A formula suddenly popped up in her mind, and she moved her fingers slightly, pressing her soul firmly into her body.

Judge, you are a damn bastard. You said that I and this body are the most compatible. Bah!

Lang Jiuchuan looked towards a corner of the courtyard. A dozen bald heads shone brightly in the sunlight, almost blinding her eyes. The endless Buddhist chanting was like a devil's sound that penetrated into her eardrums and whipped her soul.

After all, it is a resurrection from the dead, and it is a broken corpse, with both soul and body not intact. Now facing these scriptures with golden light, it is really a sin.

Lang Jiuchuan silently cast a soul-fixing spell on himself, and his shaky body was supported by Jianlan.

Jianlan was frightened and held her hand and asked, "Are you okay?"

She looked at Lang Jiuchuan's face in horror and swallowed her saliva subconsciously. The shaking just now made her face even paler and bloodless, like a dead person.

And her hands were also cold.

Jianlan's heart was trembling.

Could it be that this Ninth Miss, whose reputation is not as good as her appearance, is a frail and sickly person?

Lang Jiuchuan gritted his teeth and shook his head, saying, "Go in."

Upon hearing this, Jianlan held her hand a little tighter, fearing that she would really fall down.

It was already past noon, and the number of people coming to pay their respects was no more than in the morning. Lang Jiuchuan only met a few people.

When she entered the mourning hall, a thin old monk among the monks chanting in the yard raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the mourning hall with a slightly raised brow.

What a strange smell.

As soon as Lang Jiuchuan entered the mourning hall, all the people kneeling on straw mats in the southeast corner and wearing heavy mourning looked over. Their eyes were a little surprised and unfamiliar, but someone said something and they understood.

It’s the unlucky person from the second room.

There were no outsiders in the mourning hall at this time, and many people looked at her unscrupulously.

She looked too weak, and her face looked the same color as the old man lying in the coffin. Lang Jiuchuan ignored the gazes on her, and only glanced at the golden nanmu coffin with the word "longevity" carved on it parked against the wall. The old man of the Lang family had already been buried and was about to be covered.

"Ninth Miss, please burn incense and kowtow to the old master." A steward obviously knew her identity and lit three incense sticks and handed them to her.

Lang Jiuchuan didn't move for a moment, which made everyone's eyelids twitch.

Isn’t that too ignorant?
It turns out that he was raised in a farm, he has no rules at all, so dull.

Jianlan was also a little anxious, and urged softly: "Girl?"

Lang Jiuchuan came to his senses, and in front of everyone seemed to take the incense reluctantly, bowed three times in the direction of the coffin, and inserted the incense into the incense burner filled with incense bones in front of the coffin.

After she offered incense, another maid gestured for her to approach the coffin to pay her respects to the deceased. She said coldly, "Ninth Miss, as your granddaughter, you have not been home to pay respects to the deceased for a long time. You should kowtow to the deceased to show your filial piety."

Everyone in this room, big and small, are filial sons and grandchildren, and all of them have red eyes. But this guy, let alone red eyes, there is no sadness on his face at all.

Those who were not raised in a mansion tend to have a colder and harder heart.

Lang Jiuchuan heard the dissatisfaction and contempt in the tone, narrowed his eyes and looked over.

It's so funny, she hasn't been home for a long time, does she not want to go home?

The Lang family didn't think of taking her back, and when they did, they were bringing her back to attend a funeral, and it was already too late.

The real Lang Jiuchuan is dead beyond deadness, and no one knows where his soul has gone.

Thinking of this, the hostility in her eyes was revealed.

Cold and chilly.

Lang Jiuchuan looked at her and said grimly, "The Lang family's rules are to let a servant teach the master how to behave?"

　The new rules have changed. The first ten chapters have 1 words, and the 15th and later chapters have 2 words.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)