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"Brother Yi, Brother Dong is in such a hurry, where are you going?" Feng Bin watched Jiang Dong drive the Maserati away.

"Of course it's the funeral parlor, today is the first seven of the old man of Brother Dong's family!" Zheng Yi shook his head and said helplessly.

According to the rules of Jianghu, both Zheng Yi and Feng Bin lived with Jiang Dong. Even though Zheng Yi was about the same age as Jiang Dong's dead father, Jiang Qitian, he still had to respectfully call Jiang Qitian an old man. This is seniority!

"Then shall we go?" Feng Bin asked Zheng Yi blankly.

"I'm not going!" Zheng Yi shook his phone towards Feng Bin, "Old Xu just sent me a prestige letter, we have other tasks, Brother Dong just arranged!"

"Then hurry up!" Feng Bin became excited when he heard that there was a task.

Feng Bin is full of enthusiasm now, as long as it is arranged by Jiang Dong, even if it is going up the knife mountain or down the oil pan, he will not frown.

"Walking?"

"Let's go!"

Zheng Yi and Feng Bin hurriedly boarded two Mercedes-Benz G63s, left Wucheng Airport at high speed, and headed in the opposite direction to Jiangdong.

Wucheng, funeral home.

The funeral home, which covers a vast area, is located in the outskirts of Wucheng, surrounded by barren hills. There is only one main road that can be freely entered and exited, and there is no other way.

The sparsely populated area, coupled with the special nature of the work, led to a terrible silence and dead air inside and outside the funeral home, which made people feel uneasy and even chilled.

Hall No. 1 is the largest memorial hall in Wucheng Funeral Home, with an area of ​​150 square meters, but in such a large memorial hall, at this time, except for the host of ceremonies equipped in the funeral home, there is only a black dress, and his face is written all over. Shen Xiulian was in grief, she was so empty...

No, there was another person, a dead person.

A black and white posthumous photo was placed on the table of the Eight Immortals in the center of Hall No. 1. The middle-aged man in the photo had an elegant demeanor, a warm smile, and was full of the charm of a mature man in his handsomeness. It is seven or eight points similar to Jiangdong.

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

On the left side of the posthumous photo, there is a black porcelain jar, which is Jiang Qitian's ashes.

Because Jiang Qitian died so suddenly, he was cremated immediately after his death. During this period, Jiang Dong was dealing with the affairs of the system, while Shen Xiulian was hospitalized. Therefore, Jiang Qitian's ashes have been stored in the funeral home until today. On the first seven days, Shen Xiulian took out the columbarium, and planned to bury him after the ceremony, so that he could be buried safely.

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

Suddenly, a convoy parked firmly in Hall No. 1. In the leading Bentley, Zhang Yue, who was full of arrogance, walked down first. Afterwards, all the members of the Shen family got out of the Mercedes-Benz cars behind them one after another. , everyone talked and laughed, and walked into Hall No. 1 with relaxed expressions.

"What the hell is this place? It's so cold?" Zhang Yue couldn't help shivering as soon as she stepped into the No. 1 hall, and muttered subconsciously.

"Yueyue, you can't talk like that! There are gods standing three feet above your head, this is a crematorium!" Chen Chen, who nodded and bowed behind Zhang Yue, reminded Zhang Yue respectfully, put his hands together, and shouted reverently Fomen number.

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