C41

Looking at the two bugs that looked harmless on my shoulder, I was extremely shocked.

One is more than enough for me to drink, why are there two?

Where did the other one come from? How did I offend him?

I'm really more wronged than Dou Er.

The hand that I raised up froze in midair like a wooden sculpture. I no longer had the courage to slap down on it. At this moment, the worm that was resting on my shoulder was no longer an insect. It was clearly a ticking time bomb!

But at the same time, a hand extended from the side, and without hesitation, swept past, sending the two bugs flying. I turned my head to look, only to see that it was Director Wang, he had a faint smile on his face, and said softly: "What's wrong, Master Ma is still afraid of bugs?"

I foolishly looked at his smiling face. It was really hard to imagine. How could he still have the mood to joke with me at such a time?

However, right now, I don't have the mood to care about these trivial matters. I just want to quickly finish off this matter and focus on dealing with the two crappy worms.

After arriving at the hospital, Director Wang very calmly went through the formalities of handing over his father's body. He then got two cars from the funeral home and dragged his father's body home.

According to the doctor, his father's death had been very quiet, almost painless, and he had been repeatedly made to grieve.

I sneered to myself as I heard this. I thought to myself, the Director Wang is like this, how could he be sad?

"Master Ma," he called out to me softly as he sat in the first passenger seat. Then he continued, "I've made up my mind.

I was surprised to hear that. I thought to myself, Your father is not yet dead, why would he want to be cremated?

However, in that instant, I understood where the other "Annihilation" came from.

I turned my head to look at the car of the funeral home that was right behind the car. If I'm not mistaken, the other "Nether Extinguishing" was most likely a ghost transformed from Director Wang's father.

However, I still don't understand why his father has set his sights on me.

I blankly looked at the spirit car driver who was focused on driving the car. My thoughts had drifted to an unknown place for a long time.

However, at that moment, the front windshield of the hearse suddenly flashed and a green light appeared. When they looked again, there was an extra person in the car.

No, it would be more accurate to say that there was one more ghost.

That Female Ghost in the green skirt.

Her face was purple and exceptionally bright, like a blooming violet. She was sitting upright in the middle of the driver's seat. She had a faint smile on her face and her eyes were like lightning as she looked straight at me.

I sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling that my entire body was bone-chilling cold. After groaning to myself, I was no longer able to speak, and could only stare at the Female Ghost from a distance of over ten meters.

I don't understand where Female Ghost came from, and why did she come here. If she wanted to kill Director Wang's parents, then wouldn't it be as she wishes for us to do this? Why follow?

Could she be after me?

Thinking about this, I shook my head and threw this thought out of my mind. Two ghosts staring at me was already annoying enough. If there was one more, would I still be alive?

"Master Ma, Master Ma!" At this moment, Director Wang's voice sounded out and I felt him gently push at me. Only then did I come back to my senses, take a deep breath and turn around.

"You're very hot, why don't I turn on the air conditioner?" Director Wang took a moment to look at me, as if he was very concerned about me.

I smiled bitterly and shook my head. "No need."

"You're not asking me why I want to cremate my parents today?" The Director Wang asked me again.

Hearing him ask this, I turned my head to look at him, only to see that he had a calm expression on his face, his eyes were looking straight ahead, and I couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of emotions from his face. Only then did I remember what he said earlier about cremating his parents' corpses.

The reason why I said that was because the current me didn't want to care about it at all. I only knew that if he really cremated his parents, I would at least be more at ease.

Because I know that his parents have already become "dead" and his ghost still exists. As long as his physical body still exists, he can rely on it to move around again.

At that point, though, his parents would be zombies instead of his parents.

Thinking of this, even I couldn't help but shiver.

Soul Painter really had a suitable method to deal with ghosts, but against zombies, he was at his wit's end.

At least, with my current abilities, dealing with zombies is completely impossible.

Therefore, although cremation was a sloppy method, it was definitely the best of the best.

After Director Wang heard what I said, he chuckled and didn't say anything for a long time. It was unknown what he was thinking until he was about to reach his house, when he suddenly opened his mouth and said, "I will naturally do what I promised you before."

"What did you promise me?" For a moment, I didn't know what to think. I thought to myself, "Is it money? Then what's ten thousand dollars?"

However, before I could even open my mouth, Director Wang got off the carriage and walked towards the mourning hall. After he got off the carriage, he said a few words to the "Mister Taoist", who was pretending to do something, and the "Taoist" nodded slightly. Then, he picked up a bowl of rice from the altar, and slowly walked around his mother's body.

Originally, there should have been a large group of deceased relatives following behind "Mister Taoist", but because Director Wang's mother didn't have any other relatives, "Mister Taoist" seemed to be a little lonely right now, but as long as Director Wang doesn't mind, then everything doesn't really matter anymore.

After three turns, "Mr. Taoist" a large amount of paper money as a door, meaning "paper money to open the way, a hundred ghosts to make way."

After a wave of fluttering paper money drifted down, "Mister Taoist" picked up the porcelain bowl filled with rice in his hands, while Director Wang respectfully knelt in front of him.

I know it's the last part.

This part was called "Rice to add to blessings", which meant to break the bowl. It meant to spread the branches and leaves, begging the ancestors to protect the descendants, many blessings and many longevity. The more the bowl was broken, the wider the rice was, and the thicker the future generations' blessings would be.

At this moment, "Mister Taoist" let out a long shout, and at the same time, he raised the bowl up high. He was about to throw it!

"Putong!" A muffled sound could be heard as the bowl rolled several times on the ground. Finally, it swayed as if it was mocking someone before it landed firmly on the ground.

The porcelain bowl did not shatter when it hit the hard concrete floor. Not even a single grain of rice was spilled.

It was a good thing that there weren't many people on the scene. Otherwise, this appalling scene would have been blown away in an instant.

"Mister Taoist" was still standing there with his bowl dropped. His pale face was filled with shock and he didn't say anything for a long time.

As for Director Wang, he was still kneeling on the ground with his head lowered. I couldn't see his expression, but I could see the shock and fear in his heart from the sweat dripping down his forehead.

As for me, I had never heard of such a situation, but after experiencing so many strange events in succession, I became indifferent to it all, especially the two naked "dead" men. I thought to myself, this is the funeral, how could I not see the ghost?

Needless to say, the old lady didn't want to leave.

After a period of frantic silence, "Mister Taoist" took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and bent down once more to pick up the bowl. Without any pause, he once again fell heavily onto the concrete floor, this way, it was as if he had an irreconcilable grudge with the bowl.

However, the bowl was still intact. It was as if it were made of metal and steel. Not even a single crack could be seen on it.

"Sir, I don't care!" Director Wang knelt on the ground and said in a muffled voice.

"Rise!"

Hearing this, "Mister Taoist" did not pay any more attention to him. He raised his head, straightened his neck and let out a long and sharp shout. Then, he sprinkled another handful of paper money.

"Sorry to trouble you," At this time, Director Wang also stood up, took out two red packets and handed them over to the two staff members.

However, it was likely that they were working in a funeral home, so they did not find this strange at all. They glanced at each other, then accepted the red packets, then took down an empty ice coffin from the hearse and quickly walked into the mourning hall. They stood one in front of the old lady, one in front of the other, and grabbed the bedsheets under her, as if they were about to lift them up.

However, what surprised them the most was that no matter how much strength the two of them used, the old lady's corpse on the bed remained untouched, as heavy as a thousand kilograms.

"What's going on?" Director Wang also noticed the abnormality and walked over quickly, asking with a deep voice.

However, just as Director Wang took a step forward, with a "Hua" sound, the thick bed sheets underneath the old lady was suddenly torn into pieces like thin paper.