"I—I know, I'll do it right away!" After Situ Wende replied with such a sentence, he turned his head and went to the man who called the matter.

In less than a few minutes, the man placed the incense table on the table at the front door of the coffin according to Elder Fang's instructions, lit the incense and candles, and then set up the brazier.

Situ Cao's eldest uncle and second uncle personally carried a large box of dark coins and put them aside, and took three futons and put them in front.

Immediately, they consciously knelt on the futon and lit the coins and began to burn.

At this time, the wind is indeed much lighter.

Everyone was relieved to see this.

Then, a few relatives and friends who were still talking and laughing just now, looking indifferent, looked at the two and stood up.

"Let's go, let's go over and burn some incense sticks on paper." Situ Cao's eldest aunt Situ Wenfang got up, and she looked down at her son Situ Jiawen, who was still sitting motionless.

Situ Jiawen pursed his lips a little dissatisfied: "What are you going to do, Mom, it's not me saying you, when grandpa was alive, I didn't see you so attentive, and you didn't like him, what kind of paper do you burn, what kind of incense do you burn, we can come here, it's already very face-saving, I ......"

He wanted to say something, but Situ Wenfang, Situ Cao's aunt, reached out and covered his mouth.

She turned her head to look at the location of the coffin with a little weakness, and her face turned blue and whispered: "You shut up for me!" Didn't you see what just happened? I think today, there are indeed some evil families, and in the mourning hall of the funeral home, didn't two distant relatives also die? It's better for us to say less about those things now, I always feel that this thing is not that simple. ”

"However, the environment here is too bad, and I have to wipe the stool I am sitting on several times before it is clean. Look at that futon, how dirty! Situ Jiawen's tone softened a little now, but he was still a little reluctant.

Situ Wenfang is the most helpless to Jiawen on weekdays, looking at her son's appearance, she sighed silently.

After thinking about it, she said, "What do you know? The older generation has a saying that when the old man dies, who is the most diligent in incense, and who burns more paper, the more blessed by the old man, and may make a fortune in the future! ”

"Really? And this kind of statement? If you have money, it's easy to say! Let's go, I'm going to burn some paper and incense for our dear grandfather! When Situ Jiawen heard this, his face changed instantly, he put away his mobile phone, and walked towards the position of the brazier and futon with great interest.

Other relatives of the Situ family heard the conversation between the two.

After they hesitated for two seconds, they all walked over there, and even Situ Cao's father and her stepmother, who were still motionless like a stone statue just now, were also there at this moment.

A bunch of people scrambled to finish the incense, bowed a few times casually, and then came to the brazier, the three futons were occupied by them, they didn't care, squatted down and began to race, as if they kept throwing the coin into the brazier, while throwing it in their mouths and chanting words.

The general meaning is that I hope that the old people can bless them with a lot of wealth in the future, and the whole family is healthy or something, but none of them pray for the blessing of the sincere old people.

In less than a moment, a whole box of dark coins was burned by these people.

Fortunately, Uncle Situ Cao has prepared enough things, and they don't worry about the dark coins being burned or anything.

I watched all this silently and sighed at the cold of the world.

At this time, Zhang Qiang mysteriously approached me and said in a voice that only a few of us could hear, "Hey, Gao Wei." You say, the two people who died in the funeral home before were really haunted by some ghosts? Do you believe it? ”

"I don't know, but tonight seems to be really evil, maybe, it's just my delusion?" I said as I looked around.

Du Deming glanced at me: "Actually, compared to ghosts and gods, I feel that the relationship between these people in the Situ family is more frightening. The old man has just passed away, and few people are really willing to burn paper for the old man, which is also too sad. ”

In the time we were talking, the excitement of others burning paper and lighting incense had passed.

Everyone returned to their seats and began to talk or play with their phones.

A few of us waited until there was almost no one before we stepped forward to put incense on the old man and burn the paper.

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I rolled my eyes and suddenly thought of something.

Turning his head to look at Situ Cao: "By the way, Situ, what kind of business is your family doing now?" ”

Situ Cao was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect me to ask this question suddenly.

She frowned and thought for a while: "In addition to the traditional Chinese medicine halls and some private hospitals scattered all over the country, our family has also invested in some public hospitals. However, if you want to make money, you should still make more money by selling cosmeceuticals. No, it should be many times more. ”

"Cosmeceuticals?" When Wang Yi heard this, he was a little surprised.

"That's right, it's to use our family's ancestral secret recipe to add some Chinese herbal medicines to skin care products and cosmetics, so as to achieve the effect of delaying aging. Probably so, I've heard the elders in the family mention it before, and I don't know too much. Situ Cao stared at Situ Shanping's coffin with some sadness, and said lightly.

Zhao Qiqi patted the back of her hand comfortingly: "Sister Situ, don't be sad first, I always feel ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, a few men came to the group with trays.

After handing each of them cups of tea to everyone, they turned and left.

Some relatives have been chatting for a long time, and when they see the tea, they naturally feel a little thirsty, and many people take the tea and drink it without thinking about it.

Even Zhang Qiang, Wang Yi and Du Deming have already drunk the tea in their cups.

I don't know if it was because those people were too active in incense and paper burning just now, but now a layer of white smoke lingers in the entire hall, making the surrounding scenery look a little unreal.

I looked down at the tea leaves in the teacup boredly, the tea was still warm, the heat slowly rose, and it smoked to my eyes, and there was a feeling of coolness.

Gradually, I suddenly felt a feeling of dizziness.

A touch of vigilance suddenly arose in my heart.

Could it be that there is a problem with the tea?

I reached out and pinched my arm, forcing myself to wake up.

Turning his head, he wanted to alert a few of his other teammates.

However, when I looked back, I found that the others, including those relatives of the Situ family, had all fallen asleep with their eyes closed.

Damn it!

I cursed secretly in my heart.

But after all, he couldn't resist the power of that thing, and slowly closed his eyes.

At the last second when I was completely unconscious, I seemed to hear a soft whooshing sound.

What happened?

I wanted to open my eyes, but my consciousness was pulled into nothingness.