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Zhao Guozhi of the Sunset Red Welfare Institute

held a square box wrapped in black cloth in his arms, looking panicked.

He looked left and right, and hurriedly walked towards the outside of the orphanage.

"My wife, the adult told me that as long as you pass today, you will be resurrected."

"My wife, I have prepared your favorite peach pastry, your favorite food. I remember that because of diabetes, I always said you, you dare not eat in front of me, so I had to take advantage of my sleep and secretly break a piece, I know all this.

"This time, you can eat it with confidence."

"My wife, I miss you."

The old man's voice was a little choked, and his hands gently stroked the urn in the black cloth.

It's like, touching your lover's body.

His lover died of esophageal cancer last year.

Chen Guohua's children were busy with work all year round and could not take care of the elderly, so they sent him to a nursing home.

After coming here, he felt like he had lost his soul.

Day and night staring at the photos of his wife.

Just three days ago, a man found him.

And in his face, revive a dead cat.

He still remembers the cat's cold corpse gradually becoming warmer.

Therefore, Chen Guohua was willing to lose his family and property, just to let his lover say a few more words to him that he did not say before his death.

Since then, a Buddha statue with a red cloth has appeared in his room.

Chen Guohua pushed open the door of the orphanage, and his deeply sunken eyes were a little sick.

However, three people blocked his way.

Xia Feng stared at the old man expressionlessly.

Bite!

[The second ring of serial missions has been opened! ] 【

Serial mission condition has been triggered! 】 【

Mission content: Investigate and solve the real cause of Grandma Liu's death. 】【

Mission Reward: 100 Experience Points】【Mission Reward

: Burial Skill Unlocked, Current 2/5】Chen

Guohua smiled, and the wrinkles carved into his skin were like blooming chrysanthemums: "Young man, let it go." "

The summer breeze didn't move.

Chen Guohua lowered his head and did not speak, intending to bypass Xia Feng.

However, the figure of Xia Feng was once again in front of him.

"Old man, give me what you have in your arms."

Xia Feng stretched out his hand and smiled.

Chen Guohua took half a step back, hugged the urn in his arms tightly, and a flash of vigilance flashed in his eyes.

His voice trembled a little: "You really came." "

I'm coming?"

Xia Feng was confused for a while.

"That benefactor is right, there will be people like you who have a bad stomach to prevent me from meeting my wife!"

Chen Guohua's expression became excited, and he stared at Xia Feng with hatred.

"Chen Guohua, your lover Liu Yue'e died of esophageal cancer thirty-three days ago, and now she has been cremated, the deceased has passed away, and the memory of the living is the greatest love for her."

"Believing in evil magic and trying to resurrect the dead and make them inhuman and ghost is the greatest disrespect for them!"

Zhao Xiyu glanced at the hospital information and spoke.

"You fart!"

Chen Guohua's emotions became more and more excited, his dark circles became deeper and deeper, and the pupils in his eyes gradually shrunk.

"You guys, what do you know?!"

"My wife is gone, and I went with her."

Chen Guohua burst into tears, and suddenly begged: "Please, please, please inquire, I have never done anything bad in my life, and I sponsored two children to go to school, and the neighbors in the street said that I was a good person."

"In my life, I have never thought about anything, I have been vague all my life, only this one thing is what I want to do, please, give a way to live."

Chen Guohua clasped his hands and begged the three of them humbly.

All he wanted to do was see his lover again and listen to her say two words.

"Old man, which funeral club organized your wife's funeral?"

Seeing his miserable appearance, Xia Feng asked angrily.

Chen Guohua was stunned, "This, does this have anything to do with my wife leaving?"

"Of course!"

Xia Feng didn't think about it, and said directly.

"Look, old man. A funeral club with business in place is not only responsible for the burial of the deceased, but also has to do psychological dredging for the living, commonly known as the super-living.

"Especially old men and ladies like you, I've seen too much."

"Come to think of it, the mortician in charge of your wife didn't talk to you, did he?"

Chen Guohua was stunned, he never expected that the plot would develop in this aspect, and nodded stunnedly.

"Alas."

Xia Feng squatted in front of him and let out a long sigh.

"Death may be a door, and death is not the end, but transcendence, taking the next journey, just like the door."

"Each of us will face death, don't let death be a shackle to the living, but use it as an inspiration for you and me."

Xia Feng opened her hands like a virgin and comforted softly.

Chen Guohua lowered his head and fell silent.

Has an effect?

Xia Feng hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at Zhao Xiyu and Chen Linger, and raised his eyebrows.

This hand of chicken soup for the soul of my own, the feeding is quite good.

It seems that he has been able to take the position of president of the funeral club with ease.

Chen Linger and Zhao Xiyu behind them were also stunned.

They didn't expect that Xia Feng's words were really successful.

Is this the power of the mouth?

"What do you know?"

At this moment, Chen Guohua's voice suddenly sounded.

Rough, eerie, like a whisper from the depths of hell.

The surging ghost breath began to spread outward like a tidal wave from his body.

The ground, the walls, and the nursing home behind them are soaked in the terrifying ghost breath, making people unable to breathe.

At this moment, the pores on everyone's bodies instantly tightened, and goosebumps exploded.

Chen Guohua slowly got up, and his limbs were lifted up little by little as if they were scattered.

His whole face began to fall in decay.

The dark circles of the eye sockets extend to the cheeks, and the black texture is terrifying.

Gaa

Chen Guohua slowly took a step forward, and the place where the footprints fell instantly decayed.

"Old man, calm down, don't make your liver angry again."

Xia Feng stepped back step by step, revealing a strong smile, and cold sweat flowed from his forehead.

"You... Understand...... Miscellaneous...... Is it? Words

popped out of his throat like a squeeze.

"How would you know what pain I was suffering!"

Chen Guohua roared hysterically, as if he was wailing.

"What's the situation?"

Chen Linger and Zhao Xiyu felt the heavy pressure and asked.

"I don't."

Xia Feng wiped his sweat, "It turns out that the work of comforting the living is done by my father, this is my first time." "

Two women: .

At this moment, the familiar chanting sound sounded again.

More urgent than the last time.

It's like hundreds of monks in your ears.

"Self-righteous guys like you, die quickly!!"

As soon as it fell, Chen Guohua swept towards the summer breeze.