After lunch, Mu Yuan and the others turned back the same way, and after sending Master Xuan Wuli to the foot of the mountain, they rushed to Rongcheng by car non-stop, and the road was very smooth, but when they were about to get off the highway, there was a big congestion in front of them.

"There's a car accident ahead!" Watching the fire trucks and ambulances whizzing by, the driver couldn't help but complain, "This is a big New Year, it's really sad!" ”

"Oh my God, this car is pulled back, I guess I can't even recognize the 4S store!" The crayfish shouted.

"No dead man!" Jiang Bixue shouted and poked her head out.

"I guess it's a lot of bad luck!" Jiang Danxin said.

The guardrail on one side of the highway was completely bent, and a white sedan was lying on the road with four wheels facing the ground, and the whole car had become unrecognizable, and in addition to scratches on the road for tens of meters, there were also car parts scattered all over the place. The ambulance was parked next to the white one, and several paramedics were carrying a bloodied man onto a stretcher.

"Brother Muyuan, if this person is not hanged, we will definitely buy this kind of car in the future!" Long Ling'er smacked her tongue.

The man was estimated to be about thirty years old, with a small hair, lying unconscious on a stretcher. The medical staff gathered around the stretcher, some took the pulse, some measured the heartbeat, and some measured the blood pressure, but all of them looked grim, and a few people kept shaking their heads, estimating that the victims were more than lucky.

"Alas!" Mu Yuan sighed and couldn't help but shake his head, "I hope it's okay!" ”

After the car passed through the place of the incident, the road became clear, and it was almost evening, and Muyuan and several people finally arrived in the Rongcheng city area. After staying at Crayfish's house for one night, Mu Yuan came to the Rongcheng City Funeral Home early the next morning. However, this time only Long Ling'er and Jiang Bixue came with them, and Crayfish and Jiang Danxin heard that they were going to the funeral home, so they decisively chose to sleep at home.

"Mr. Mu, you're here!" Assistant Chen jumped out of the car and hurriedly greeted him.

"Assistant Chen, I'm sorry for you!" Mu Yuan found that Assistant Chen's face was not very good, which is understandable, today is only the eighth day of the first month, and it is not good luck to run to the funeral home for the New Year before the fifteenth day of the first month.

"It's okay, that's what I do!" After more contact with Mu Yuan, Assistant Chen also became casual, "I am a brick of the company, where I need to move!" ”

"Has Senior Brother arrived?"

"Master Ju went to a nearby paper horse shop to buy a sacrifice, saying that there was a problem with the sacrifice prepared by the driver and something was missing!"

Mu Yuan nodded, although he didn't know much about sacrifices, but according to traditional customs, sacrifices should not only consider the regional cultural background of the sacrifice object, but also take into account factors such as age and gender, but if the neighbor went to procure it in person, it is estimated that he may have to consider more factors. After about ten minutes, Ruruolin finally returned, with a bag of fruit, meat, and incense sticks, but no paper money.

"Little Senior Brother, is this the Senior Brother we were waiting for!" Jiang Bixue asked impatiently, "When are we going to the morgue to see the dead bodies!" ”

Assistant Chen was drinking a bottle of water, and when he heard Jiang Bixue say this, he choked and coughed violently.

"I'll see it in a moment!" Mu Yuan said helplessly, "Senior Brother Yu, this is Ling'er, my aunt's granddaughter; This is Jiang Bixue, the closed disciple of Master Xuan Wuli, and my little junior sister! ”

"Haha, I've heard Ruopu mention it a long time ago!" Yu Ruolin smiled and said, "Sister Ling'er, is my aunt okay?" ”

"Good!" Long Ling'er nodded, "Tossing people, there are many means!" ”

As he passed by the duty room, Makihara heard two cleaning staff whispering in a whisper.

"Master Zhang, when I came to work early this morning, I heard that there was a corpse in the morgue last night?" The younger cleaner asked.

"It's not a corpse, that person isn't dead at all!" Lao Zhang swept the ground and said, "I was pulled back to the hospital in the middle of the night last night!" ”

"Not dead? How did you get to the morgue if you didn't die? ”

"I don't know!" Master Zhang shook his head, "It's quite evil, it is said that the hospital has been repeatedly checked several times, and when I came to go through the formalities, I also checked it here, who knew that the person who was transferred to the morgue and stopped in the middle of the night was alive again, and everyone on duty was scared!" ”

"Can you not be afraid, if I was there at the time, it would be possible to be scared to death directly!"

"Excuse me, who are you talking about?" Jiang Bixue leaned over and asked, this sudden move startled the other party.

"Who are you?" The younger cleaner asked.

"Me? I am here to mourn the dead! Jiang Bixue replied.

"We didn't say anything just now!" Master Zhang waved his hand, then glanced at the young man, and the two of them packed up their tools and left in a hurry.

"Hey, you ......" Jiang Bixue stomped her foot unwillingly.

"Okay, why are you curious about everything!" Long Ling'er pulled Jiang Bixue back directly.

When I walked into a small mourning hall, there were already several people waiting, in addition to the funeral home staff, the police and community services staff in the precinct, and the employees of the Lee Group. The old janitor had no children and no daughters, and after the death of his wife, he was even more helpless, and only then did he get a janitor's errand under the introduction and guarantee of the community street office, and now he has passed away, and his posthumous affairs are all handled by the community and the local police station.

The mourning hall is not large, at best forty or fifty square meters, but the arrangement is both solemn and grand, in addition to the wreath of the police station and the street office, Assistant Chen also asked people to put sacrifices in the name of the neighbor and Mu Yuan. The old man was lying peacefully on the coffin at the moment, wearing a dhara quilt made of brand new white silk, and it was only then that Mu Yuan knew his name, Wang Xianghong, and these three words were engraved on a black spirit tablet.

"As a junior of his old man, I want to see him for the last time, is that okay?" Makihara turned his head to ask the staff member on the side.

"This ......" The staff member seemed a little embarrassed, but after hesitating for a moment, he nodded, "Sir, there is something I want to tell you first, this old man's eyes are not closed, don't be afraid!" ”

"Didn't close?"

"That's right! This was the case when his old man was sent over, as an undertaker, I had already dealt with it a few times, but every time I finished dealing with it, his old man's eyes would still open! "The worker was at least in his 40s, but it was obviously the first time he had encountered this kind of thing, so his face was not very good-looking.

"Oh, it's okay!" Mu Yuan waved his hand, "I have an agreement with his old man, maybe after meeting me, he will meet but wish!" ”

"That'...... All right! The chemist nodded, and he walked over to Wang Xianghong's corpse and gently pulled open the Dhara Sutra quilt.

Assistant Chen and the others hurriedly turned around, but the two uniformed policemen did not avoid it, and they cautiously watched Mu Yuan's every move. Wang Xianghong's facial expression was very peaceful, and his scattered hair was meticulously combed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. It's just that his eyes are open, and a pair of eyes are looking blankly ahead, and Hitomi has turned gray.

"Old man, I'm here!" Mu Yuan looked at Wang Xianghong squarely, and said word by word: "I will do what I promised you, I will personally send your old ashes to the countryside and bury you and your old wife together!" ”

As soon as Mu Yuan's words were finished, Wang Xianghong's eyelids slowly drooped, and a pair of eyes finally closed.