Chapter 71

Funeral work is simple to say, but there are many necessary processes to operate.

From arranging the remains of the deceased to entering the coffin, the whole process needs to be operated by the undertaker.

In the service room, Li Qiao and Mozi stand near the cart full of tools to prepare.

When they were ready, the three men stood together in white coats and bowed to their old friends on the console to show respect.

In the following time, they are carrying out every link in an orderly way on the console.

However, when Mozi was about to make a facial appearance, he saw the scene in front of him and exclaimed: "this It's a terrible death. "

This young man died of an accident. There are many terrible scars on his body. Due to blood coagulation, the wounds look extremely ferocious, and they are all cut wounds.

The death can be described as miserable.

Mozi suddenly remembered what Li Qiao said: sometimes living people are more frightening.

At this time, Li Qiao and nine justice with gloves carefully suture wound, hear the voice of Mo Qi, two people at the same time lift eyes, with one voice to warn: "quiet!"

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About two hours, finishing the grooming.

Zhong Jiugong, who was over fifty years old, was tired. Looking at the young man who was sleeping, he vomited out his turbid breath and told Mozi, "OK, tell them to send them to the Lingtang to say goodbye."

At this time, it was approaching 9 a.m. and the rain did not slow down.

After washing, Li Qiao and Zhong Jiugong followed the staff to the Lingtang. Before they got started, they saw such a scene.

In the solemn black-and-white hall, there were nearly 50 people standing closely at this time.

All of them were dressed in uniform black suits, with white flowers of condolence on their chest. The team was neat and uniform, and each expression was solemn.

Through the gap between the shadows, there is a prominent and straight figure standing in front of the team.

Zhong Jiugong took Mozi and Liqiao to walk in from the side. The powerful mourning team added a lot of oppression to this place.

With their approach, Li Qiao also saw the figure standing in front of the crystal coffin. It was Shang Yu.

Today, his dress is more formal and solemn than every time, and the button of his shirt collar is tightly tied to the top.

Li Qiao stood in the corner, looking at the man's calm and serious face for a moment.

It turns out that young man is really his man.

It took a long time to look at the coffin. Because there were so many people coming, it was near ten o'clock before the coffin was collected and the hearse was delivered.

Before leaving for Nanyang mausoleum garden, it seems that even heaven felt a strong sadness, and the rain was falling more and more.

Under the heavy rain, countless black cars with white silk follow the hearse and drive slowly to Nanyang Mountain.

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When they were buried, all the people led by Shang Yu stood in the rain, watching the staff go down to seal the coffin.

The young man, who died miserably, ended up sleeping peacefully in the cemetery behind Nanyang mansion.

In the rain, Li Qiao, wearing a mask, stood at the end of the crowd, looking at the scene with mixed feelings.

It's common knowledge in the world that Shaoyan, a Nanyang businessman, is cold-blooded and ruthless. He has killed wild people. Maybe he has never seen such a moment of love and righteousness as he is today.

Because he was Shang Shaoyan, he could not have done so.

At that moment, the front team suddenly and orderly scattered to both sides.

In the corridor under the black silk umbrella, Shang Yu came through the rain, and the handsome face under the umbrella was still clear-cut, proud and cold.

He came to Zhong Jiugong, his eyes as deep as ink and nodded, "Jiu Gong, thank you."

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