Chapter 323

"Yige, Dongge is in such a hurry. Where are you going?" Feng bin watched Jiangdong drive Maserati away.

"Of course it's a funeral home, but today it's the seventh of Dongge's family!" Zheng Yi shook his head and said helplessly.

According to the rules of the Jianghu, Zheng Yi and Feng bin eat with Jiang Dong. Even if Zheng Yi is about the same age as Jiang Qitian, Jiang Dong's dead father, he has to be called old man Jiang Qitian. This is the generation!

"Shall we go?" Feng bin asked Zheng Yi blankly.

"No!" Zheng Yi shook his cell phone at Feng bin. "Lao Xu just sent me a prestige. We have other tasks. Brother Dong just arranged!"

"Hurry up!" Feng bin was excited as soon as he heard of the task.

Feng bin is full of blood now. He won't frown as long as it is arranged by Jiangdong, even if it is up the knife mountain and down the oil pot.

"Walking?"

"Go!"

Zheng Yi and Feng bin hurriedly got on two Mercedes Benz g63, drove away from Wucheng airport and went in the opposite direction to Jiangdong.

Wucheng, funeral home.

The funeral home, which covers a vast area, is located in the suburb of Wucheng. It is surrounded by barren mountains. There is only one main road for free access. There is no other way.

The sparsely populated area, coupled with the special nature of work, leads to a quiet to terrible death inside and outside the funeral home, which makes people feel uneasy and even cold at the bottom of their heart.

Hall 1 is the largest Memorial Hall of Wucheng funeral home, with an area of 150 square meters. But in such a large memorial hall, in addition to the presiding emcee equipped in the funeral home, there is only a black dress and Shen Xiulian with grief on her face. It is really empty

No, there's another man, a dead man.

A black-and-white portrait is placed on the eight immortals table in the center of hall 1. The middle-aged man in the photo has elegant temperament, warm smile and handsome charm of mature men. If you look carefully, his eyebrows are seven or eight points similar to those of Jiangdong.

The man in the photo is Jiang Qitian, Jiang Dong's dead father.

On the left of the photo is a black porcelain pot, which is Jiang Qitian's ashes.

Because Jiang Qitian died so suddenly, he was cremated directly after his death. During this time, Jiang Dong was dealing with the system, while Shen Xiulian was in hospital. Therefore, Jiang Qitian's ashes have been stored in the funeral home. Until the first seven days of today, Shen Xiulian took out the urn and planned to bury it at the end of the ceremony to make it safe.

Besides, on the right side of the photo is an old serrated key. It is said that this key is the only relic in Jiang Qitian's personal collection. As for what it is, even Shen Xiulian doesn't know.

Suddenly, a motorcade stopped steadily in the sullen air of hall 1. On the first Bentley, Zhang Yue, with a proud face, walked down first. Then, the talents of the Shen family successively walked out of the Mercedes Benz behind. They talked and laughed, and walked into hall 1 with relaxed expression.

"What the hell? It's so cold?" Zhang Yue, the daughter of Qianjin, just stepped into hall 1, couldn't help shivering and muttering subconsciously.

"Yueyue, you can't talk like that! There are gods three feet above the head, but this is a crematorium!" Chen Chen, who nodded and bowed behind Zhang Yue, reminded Zhang Yue respectfully, folded his hands and shouted Buddhist slogans very piously.