Chapter 127

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"My ruthless daughter, why did you leave your mother alone? How can you let me and your dad come to the white-haired man to send the black-haired man? Why don't you take me with you? How can you be willing to let your mother suffer in this world alone? ......" got off the bus in front of the funeral home, and Zheng Yan's mother, who was holding an oxygen bag, suddenly broke down and began to cry and cry.

"Dad, my daughter is not filial, and she is late." The crying seemed to be contagious, and Feng Xue, who was expressionless all the way, couldn't hold on, crying and rushing to the funeral home, Nie Bing hurriedly pulled Zhong Yaqing to follow.

"Eh, you guys wait for that." The staff of the local department in charge of the aftermath was a middle-aged aunt, and while shouting in the back, she looked at Zheng's mother who was rushing to the sky and the earth, and Zheng's father, who was supporting Zheng's mother, was a little in a dilemma.

"You go over first, we're here." Xie Xingxing hurriedly said.

"Then I'll go over first, you guys slow down." The aunt said while looking at Xie Xingxing and Chen Haojie, and then hurriedly followed.

When Xie Xingxing helped Zheng's father help Zheng's mother into the funeral home, the staff of the funeral home had already pulled the bodies of Zheng Yan and Master Feng Jin out of the freezer. Nie Bing and Zhong Yaqing kept whispering comforting while pulling Feng Xue to prevent her from jumping on the frost-covered body.

"My daughter." When Zheng's mother saw Zheng Yan lying on the corpse bed, she rushed up, and after screaming, she fainted.

"Wife!" Zheng's father was frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to check on Zheng's mother, who was hugged by Xie Xingxing, who was handsick.

"Master Chen, oxygen pack." Xie Xingxing hurriedly shouted to Chen Haojie, who was holding the oxygen bag that was thrown away by Zheng's mother who was overly grieving, at the door.

"Eh, what's wrong with her? Do you want to call an ambulance? The aunt sent by the relevant departments on the side asked anxiously.

"Uncle, aunt is fine, it's just that I'm too excited and fainted, just wait a minute." After Xie Xingxing checked it carefully, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to the nervous Father Zheng.

"Really? Is it really okay? Really don't have to call an ambulance anymore? Zheng's father, who was afraid that he would lose his wife after losing his daughter, hurriedly asked.

"It's okay, just take a break." Xie Xingxing hurriedly explained while massaging on Zheng's mother's back.

"Happy has good medical skills, and the best doctors in the county hospital here can't compare to him." Chen Haojie, who was holding an oxygen bag, explained on the side.

"Thank you, thank you." Father Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

It turns out that Xie Xingxing's medical skills are still excellent, and after his careful push, Zheng's mother soon woke up. But Zheng's mother, who woke up, began to cry again, holding Zheng Yan's body and refusing to let go.

After a long time, Zheng's mother, who had no strength to cry, was finally pulled aside by Zheng's father and discussed things. And Feng Xue on the side also calmed down and found the staff of the funeral home, hoping to cremate her father's body as soon as possible, so as to take her father home as soon as possible.

"No, don't cremate my daughter, I'm going to take her home intact." Zheng's father didn't know what he said, but Zheng's mother suddenly became excited again and shouted loudly.

"If you bring your family, you have to be cremated, and our hometown will also have to be cremated before you can be buried in the ground. I was cremated here first, so that I could take my daughter home relatively quickly. Zheng's father also began to cry and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"But what if she is cremated here and Yanyan can't find her way home." Mother Zheng wiped her tears, lowered her head and convulsed in a low voice.

"Then she must have been reincarnated and reincarnated again, and we should be happy for her." With tears in his eyes, Zheng's father hugged his wife and comforted him softly.

"You guys pull Yanyan over together, her grandparents and grandparents are still waiting for her in her hometown, so it's good to take her home as soon as possible." Mother Zheng didn't insist anymore, and while wiping her snot, she took the initiative to say to the staff who came to pull Feng Jin's body.

After a while, everyone followed the staff who pulled the body to the cremation workshop, ready to say their final goodbyes to their relatives or friends.

Watching the staff put the two bodies into paper coffins respectively, and looking at the disappearing remains, the sadness of the group became more and more serious. Seeing Zheng Yan's appearance disappear from sight, Nie Bing also hugged Zhong Yaqing beside him and twitched in a low voice.

And the excited Mother Zheng even broke free from Zheng's father's arms, pushed the staff away, and shouted loudly: "My Yanyan, let me take another look, you still have to burn him first." ”

Mother Zheng said that she was about to stretch out her hand to open the paper lid of the paper coffin, but was stopped by the staff, who reminded loudly: "Sister, the coffin has been closed, and it will be very unlucky to open it again." ”

"It's okay, let her see, I'm here, no lonely ghost dares to make trouble." Xie Xingxing, who was on the side, hurriedly stepped forward and pulled away from the staff and explained.

"Forget it, it may not be good for Yanyan to open it again." At this time, Zheng's father also hurriedly stepped forward and hugged his wife, who thought he was sad and lost his mind a little, and persuaded him.

"Hmm~~~" Zheng's mother resisted the urge to see her daughter for the last time, turned around and cried on her husband.

"Huh!" Just as Master Feng Jin's body was pushed into the cremation furnace, Xie Xingxing suddenly felt a stream of yin qi appear in the cool corner of the cremation workshop, and after a shock, his eyes opened and closed, and the heavenly eye opened, looking at the yin qi.

"Can you still hold on?" Xie Xingxing, who seemed to have seen something, walked quickly to Feng Xue, who was staring at the cremation furnace that was gradually closing, and asked seriously.

"Okay, what's the matter?" Feng Xue, who had tears in her eyes, nodded and answered softly.

"Pardon!" Xie Xingxing silently recited the mantra of opening the Heavenly Eye for others in the Maoshan Dao Technique, and at the same time bit his middle finger and pointed it to the middle of Feng Xue's eyebrows.

"What's that?" Feng Xue, who had a strange face, felt that there was something more on her eyebrows, and was about to reach out and touch it, and asked suspiciously.

"Don't wipe it off, look over there." Xie Xingxing grabbed Feng Xue's hand and pointed to the place where the yin qi was.

"Dad!" Seeing the kind figure in the corner smiling at him, Feng Xue lost control and was about to rush over screaming.

"You let go of me, let go of me, Dad!" Feng Xue, who was grabbed by Xie Xingxing, struggled desperately, looking at the corner and crying loudly.

"Yin and yang are separated, this is the last side, he can still hear you now, hurry up, pay attention to the time." Xie Xingxing didn't dare to let Feng Xue rush over, and the living people went directly to collide with the ghosts, even if they didn't have an accident now, they would have a serious illness afterwards. (To be continued.) )