Chapter 71: Shang Yu Comes in the Rain

Chapter 71: Shang Yu Comes in the Rain

Encoffining is simple to say, but there are many necessary procedures in operation.

From arranging the remains of the deceased to putting them in the coffin, the mortician needs to operate the whole process.

In the service room, Li Qiao and Mo Qi were standing near a small cart full of tools, making preparations.

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

In the following time, they carried out every link in an orderly manner on the console.

However, when Mo Qi was about to have a cosmetic treatment for the remains, he saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help exclaiming, "This...is such a terrible death."

This young man who died unexpectedly had multiple horrific scars across his body. Due to blood coagulation, the wounds looked extremely hideous, and they were all cuts.

The state of death can be described as miserable.

Mo Qi suddenly remembered what Li Qiao said: Sometimes the living are more frightening.

At this time, Li Qiao and Jiu Gong were carefully stitching up the wound with gloves on. Hearing Mo Qi's voice, they raised their eyes at the same time and warned in unison: "Quiet!"

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After about two hours, the process of arranging the remains was completed.

Zhong Jiugong, who was over fifty years old, looked tired, looked at the young man who was peacefully sleeping after the grooming, exhaled foul breath, and told Mo Qi: "Okay, tell them to send them to the mourning hall for the last farewell. "

At this time, it was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and the rain was not slowing down.

After Li Qiao, Zhong Jiugong and the others washed up, they followed the staff to the mourning hall. Before entering, they saw such a scene.

In the solemn and solemn black and white mourning hall, there were nearly fifty people standing densely at this moment.

Everyone was dressed in uniform black suits, with white flowers of condolence on their chests, and the team was uniform, with solemn expressions.

Through the gap between Ying Ying Zhuo, at the front of the team, there is a conspicuous and tall figure standing impressively.

Zhong Jiugong led Mo Qi and Li Qiao in from the side, and the imposing mourning team added a lot of pressure to the place.

As they approached, Li Qiao also saw clearly that the lonely figure standing in front of the crystal coffin was Shang Yu.

Today, he was dressed more formally and solemnly than ever, and the buttons on the collar of his shirt were tightly buttoned to the top.

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

It turned out that the young man was really his.

It took a long time to look up at the appearance, because there were many people, and it was close to ten o'clock before the coffin was collected and the hearse was delivered.

Before leaving for the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery, it seemed that even God felt the deep sorrow, and the rain became heavier and heavier.

In the torrential rain, countless black cars with white silk hanging on them followed behind the hearse and drove slowly towards Nanyang Mountain.

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During the burial, everyone headed by Shang Yu stood in the rain and watched the staff lower the coffin to seal the soil.

The young man who died tragically finally slept peacefully in the cemetery on the mountain behind the Nanyang Mansion.

In the rain, Li Qiao stood at the end of the crowd wearing a mask, watching this scene with mixed emotions in her heart.

Everyone in the world knows that Nanyang businessman Shaoyan is cold-blooded and ruthless, killing wild nature, probably never seen such a moment of affection from him today.

Because he is Shang Shaoyan, he could have not done this.

Not a moment later, the team in front suddenly spread out to both sides in an orderly manner.

In the lanes propped up by black silk umbrellas, Shang Yu came in the rain, and the handsome face under the umbrella was still sharp, proud and stern.

He came to Zhong Jiugong, his eyes were as deep as ink and he nodded, "Jiugong, I'm sorry."