The reason why he didn't give him these things was nothing more than that he was afraid that there was some hidden mechanism in it, and when the time came, as soon as he activated it, the people around him would not be spared.

After walking for a short while, Lao Yuan spoke again: "Can you give me that school uniform?" ”

Yu Yue glanced at the school uniform in his hand and threw it to the person on the side, "You check it, and give it to him if it's okay." ”

"Okay."

The person who received the order carefully searched the uniform.

Yu Yue checked the wooden box in his hand.

……

……

Imperial capital.

The road to the funeral home can be said to be the smoothest road in the imperial capital.

Probably because people naturally think that it is an unlucky place.

Because when I come here, I want to say goodbye to the real thing.

The car stopped.

Everyone got out of the car.

Old Yuan's steps were so fast that he looked like he was about to run away.

The two people who followed Lao Yuan immediately raised their feet and prepared to catch up, but were stopped by Yu Yue.

Lao Yuan ran all the way into the interior of the funeral home.

At a glance, he saw Yu Zhuo standing by the door.

Yu Zhuo naturally saw him.

A hint of disgust flashed in Yu Zhuo's eyes, and he turned and walked away.

Old Yuan didn't bother to talk to him and walked into the room.

In the center of the room is an iron bed.

A human figure appears underneath the white cloth.

Lao Yuan's footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he slowed down suddenly.

He almost moved it, little by little.

His already trembling hands trembled even more.

Finally, Lao Yuan walked up to the side of the figure, and he raised his hand to pick up the corner of the white cloth.

The movement is very slow, and it is lifted a little bit.

An unrecognizable face appeared in front of him.

He knew that this was Xiao Zhi.

Lao Yuan's heart was empty.

Sad? He was sad, but he didn't have mood swings, and he couldn't even cry.

That's right, under extreme grief, people can't actually cry.

Lao Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his somewhat dry eyes, as usual: "Yueniang, I've come to see you, you go all the way." ”

After a long while, Lao Yuan spoke again: "Xiaozhi, it's Grandpa Yuan who is sorry for you, without me, your father won't touch this line, and you won't be fine." I listened to your advice, Xiaozhi, you are really too unfilial to Grandpa Yuan, how can you leave Grandpa Yuan and leave alone? ”

He was answered by nothing but the silence of the room.

Yu Yue stood at the door, watching the scene inside.

If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place?

He sighed softly.

Yu Yue saw Lao Yuan unfold the school uniform in his hand, and then carefully covered it on the corpse, as if he was taking care of someone who accidentally fell asleep.

Yu Yue faintly felt that something was wrong, and his intuition drove him to raise his feet and walk towards the room.

The people around Yu Yue naturally followed.

Yu Yue walked in the front, but before he could take a few steps, Lao Yuan suddenly fell to the ground on his back, his whole body was convulsing, and white foam kept coming out of his mouth.

Yu Yue had just rushed over, and Lao Yuan, who had fallen to the ground, was stiff and motionless.

Yu Yue squatted down, raised his hand to touch Lao Yuan's neck, turned his face to look at the people who came in with him, especially Yu Zhuo, and shook his head lightly.

Yu Zhuo took a small step back, and then pulled the corners of his mouth, as if mocking.

The people who have been playing peek-a-boo with them for so many years are gone.

How ridiculous.

It was as if all these years of hard work and sacrifice were just to witness the death of these people......