She lifted her hat and said coldly.

The guard of honor came over to play music, and the master of ceremonies spoke in front of the condolence hall, and everyone felt awkward and panicked. A large group of funeral home staff were busy with each other, and there was only a cold, casually standing eerie woman below.

"What's going on, it's so intoxicating." The emcee, who was standing not far from me, muttered under his breath.

He Yangzhou's wife stood in the shadow of the pine trees, the occasional sun setting her twist and distort.

The funeral process was not slowed down by my suspicions, and the silence was flowing in the mourning hall, and the only family member of the deceased, the middle-aged woman, made a strange request that no mourning music be allowed.

Then with his mouth closed, he stepped into the condolence hall step by step.

The already dimly lit condolence hall became even more eerie as she walked in.

Although there are no relatives and friends in this He Yang Prefecture, the process is not missing. After all, people have already paid. His wife, dressed in black and expressionless, walked slowly to the coffin, as if ready to receive relatives and friends who were looking at the body.

"This woman is really stubborn, obviously no one came." The master of ceremonies took a few strange glances, shook his head and left. These guys from the honor guard were obviously a little scared, and the procedure that had been half an hour was completed in more than ten minutes and left.

He Yangzhou's wife stood in place, her face facing the outside of the condolence hall, and her eyes looked at the scenery outside the door without blinking. It seems that someone will really walk in and miss their husband.

Zhang Hui was about to lose his mind by the strange atmosphere in front of him, and he felt the paper talisman on his forehead tighten again, drilling into his flesh.

No matter how reluctant you are, the funeral home process still has to go. Zhang Hui pressed the button of the coffin lid, and the electric lid rose gently. The work of the condolence hall is generally that one of the staff members stands near the coffin to guide the relatives and friends of the deceased to move in an orderly manner, while another staff member lets people enter in order at the gate. It's boring to say, but it's actually boring.

After the coffin lid was fully opened, Zhang Hui still involuntarily glanced at the person in his eyes. But after just one look, he was so frightened that he almost cried out. His face changed drastically and he took a few steps back, his back almost pressed against the wall.

His abnormal behavior was concerned by the families of the deceased, and He Yangzhou's wife smiled even more gloomily. My heart beat a few times, could it be that there was something terrible in that coffin, otherwise why was Zhang Hui scared like that?

Standing at the door of the condolence hall, I was immediately curious, and my relatives and friends quickly walked past me one by one, turned around and walked around to the coffin.

Suddenly, I was stunned.

Friends and family? Where are the relatives and friends? Obviously He Yangzhou's wife came alone? In this condolence hall, there are obviously only three living people and one dead person.

When I turned my head, I saw that the crowd behind me who were walking counterclockwise suddenly disappeared. There was nothing around. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves outside the condolence hall were blown up by the wind and fell all over the ground.

The bleak scenery sent chills down my body. Not daring to think about it any more, I secretly took a few steps towards the coffin. He Yangzhou's wife still kept her head down motionlessly, and all that was waiting for her was the wind blowing through the soles of her feet.

The dim lights of the condolence hall flickered a few times before resuming illumination. Zhang Hui's face looked extremely pale under the incandescent light.

I slowly glanced inside the coffin and took a few steps back. I saw that in the coffin, there was a middle-aged man lying down, and it was indeed the He Yangzhou I saw yesterday. Even if he made up his corpse, he couldn't hide the terrifying and hideous appearance before he died.

He Yangzhou's mouth was wide open, and the corners of his mouth were torn open by something, just like the rip girl in Japanese legends. The funeral home's makeup artist tried to sew the corners of his mouth with needles and threads, and also applied a thick layer of concealer.

But for some reason, there was a hint of black on the inside of the concealer, as if the seams had been blackened by some kind of paint.

I frowned slightly, He Yangzhou's split mouth was very unusual, it looked like something was coming out of his mouth, the thing was big, so the corners of his mouth were broken. Even the lower jaw is soft and collapsed, showing an irregular tear.

He, definitely not died of natural causes.

Although the corpse is terrifying, why is Zhang Hui, who has been working here for many years and is used to seeing more terrible corpses, to be scared like that? This made me wonder.

The shadow under He Yangzhou's wife's feet was extremely black, like a black hole, deep enough to suck people in. Obviously, the light is overhead, and the lamps in the condolence hall should not have a shadow according to the shadowless principle of the surgical lamp, but not only is there a shadow under the feet of the middle-aged woman, but the coffin is also dragging a long shadow.

The shadow under the coffin seemed to be still moving, twisted like a worm, and slowly crawled under the feet of He Yangzhou's wife. Zhang Hui's shadow not far away was also elongated, and the projection of his head slowly blended into the darkness, and he could no longer distinguish it.

Things are getting weirder.

I rubbed my eyes vigorously, but I could still see the shadow that melted into the ball and grew bigger and bigger.

The wall clock on the wall clicked softly, and the hour, minute, and second hands coincided at ten o'clock in the morning, and the funeral was finally over.

"The funeral is over, Mrs. Ho, please mourn." My heart, which was about to pop out of my chest, finally loosened slightly, and I exhaled. It's no wonder if you stay in this damn atmosphere and don't drive people crazy. I couldn't wait to step forward and say to He Yangzhou's wife.

The middle-aged woman was still expressionless, nodded slightly, and walked out of the condolence hall.

After her figure disappeared around the corner, I came to Zhang Hui's side. The terrified sissy was still huddled in the corner, trembling all over. I patted him the shoulder: "Senior, the funeral is over." Quickly notify the staff of the corpse furnace and pull the body away and burn it. ”

Zhang Hui trembled his hands, and he didn't take the walkie-talkie out of the holster several times.

I sighed, feeling that the dark shadow under the coffin was terrifying, a sign that something big was coming. didn't dare to delay any longer, almost snatched the walkie-talkie with a grab, and couldn't wait to notify the department of the corpse refining furnace, then shook Zhang Hui's shoulder vigorously.

"Senior, what did you see?" I asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Hui shook his head, and it took a long time for a difficult hoarse voice to come out of his throat: "The corpse just now, that man, opened his eyes and glared at me." His pupils were blood-red, red like a sea of blood. He wanted to kill me until he died, and he definitely wanted to kill me. ”

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