Huhai, outside St. Paul's Church.

The hundred-year-old sycamore trees are planted on both sides, and the green sycamore jungle envelops the entire church under the verdant greenery.

At this time, St. Paul's Church was completely different from the past.

The entire church is hung with snow-white cotton and linen satin, forming a white palace-like shape.

As far as the eye can see, the steps of the church go up to the main entrance and all the way to the wall of the building.

All are embellished with white edelweiss linen.

This is the color of the funeral.

The whole church was dressed up in white.

Just for, for Huang Fei, organize a funeral.

Huang Ergongzi died violently, and it has been nearly half a month since he died.

But the corpse has been frozen and has not been buried.

Now, finally, it's time to decide to bury you.

One after another, luxury cars slowly drove in front of the sycamore boulevard in the distance.

These are all invited guests who came to attend the funeral of Huang Ergongzi.

The guests were all dressed in black.

On everyone's sleeve, there is also a snow-white funeral flower.

According to customs and legends, a funeral flower pinned to the sleeve can send off the deceased, walk down the Huangquan Road with peace of mind, and die in bliss.

This is a kind of respect for the deceased, a prayer.

The guests dressed in black had solemn faces, and slowly walked towards the ninety-ninth floor step by step.

On the steps of the entire church, a flow of people has almost formed.

Convoys are constantly coming.

There are constantly guests walking up the stairs.

It's just that at today's funeral, Huang Baiming, as the head of the family, was not there.

It was the old housekeeper of the Huang family, Huang Yun, who stood in front of the auditorium and greeted the guests.

"I've seen the yellow steward, and the festival is obedient." The guests bowed respectfully and saluted Huang Yun at the entrance of the auditorium.

Then, under Huang Yun's nod, he slowly walked into the auditorium.

However, when the guests walked into the auditorium, everyone subconsciously reached out and covered their noses.

Because, in the air of the entire auditorium, there was a faint smell of corpses floating!

In front of the huge church, there is a huge golden carved dragon ice coffin!

Huang Fei's body was lying quietly in the ice coffin.

He is the second son of the Huang family.

Once, it was impossible to be proud of Huhai.

Now, it can only be left in an ice coffin, which has become a name of the past.

Half a month ago, Huang Fei would never have thought that he would die so early before he died.

Untimely death.

Moreover, he died in his own home.

His corpse was already a little decomposed and stinking at this time.

The corpse that had been placed for half a month, even if it was an ice coffin, could not preserve the corpse.

The skin on the body has been wrinkled, and gray pus is overflowing. It's a symbol of decaying skin.

Even on his face, his skin was wrinkled, and in his closed eyes, there was rotten blood overflowing.

And on his neck, the deep scar is even more infiltrating.

Although it has been made up by a corpse beautician, it is difficult to hide the scars.

And that's where the disgusting stench of corpses comes from.

Although, the ice coffin has been covered with a transparent glass cover.

But it's still the same, and it can't hide the disgusting smell of rotting corpses.

"Childe's body is in front, pay homage and salute, and then take a seat."

Next to the auditorium, the master of ceremonies of the Huang family solemnly commanded the order of the scene, signaling the new guests to come forward to salute the body.

The guests' faces were complicated and unbearable, and they slowly stepped forward with the disgusting smell of corpses.

If it weren't for the Huang family's funeral, they wouldn't want to come forward at all.

Every time I took a step forward, the stench of corpses wafted into the sky.

That's true, it makes your stomach tumble and you want to vomit.

A group of guests with strange faces forcibly walked to the ice coffin altar.

Then, with a respectful bow, three sticks of incense were lit to the deceased.

In ancient times, customs were rumored.

When the deceased passed away, three sticks of incense were lit for him, representing his guidance on the Huangquan Road.

The first incense, worship the sky.

The second incense, respectfully.

The third incense, pay homage to the ancestors.

If the three incense sticks are lit, they can bless the deceased on the Hell Huangquan Road, and they can walk steadily and steadily, and have a smooth journey.

Therefore, lighting three sticks of incense can bless the deceased on the road with peace of mind.

Every guest present was enduring the stench of corpses. Come forward and light incense.

After lighting the incense, the guests hurriedly retreated from the ice coffin as if avoiding ghosts.

Everyone, they're just enduring it.

Finally, a woman couldn't stand the stench of the corpse, and vomited, and vomited a churning brain in her stomach.

Swish! The faces of all the guests present changed.

This woman is finished.

Sure enough, the members of the Huang family who were waiting on the side suddenly turned cold as cold!

"How can this be true? Licentious!! Dare to insult the second son's mourning hall?! ”

A group of members of the Huang family were furious, rushed forward, and directly kicked the woman to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" The woman lay on the ground in horror and begged for mercy, but before she could get up, one of her arms had been cut off by a member of the Huang family.

The sound of bones shattering was heard clearly in everyone's ears.

The woman howled in pain.

Then, members of the Huang family dragged her by the hair and dragged her into the back door of the church

All the guests present did not even dare to breathe.

Everyone knew that the woman was afraid that she would never come out alive again.

Today, the last funeral of the second son of the Huang family.

She vomited uncontrollably, whether intentionally or unintentionally, she was bound to die.

Inside the church, the atmosphere became eerie and heavy.

All the guests sat in the worship seats of the church in a panic.

This funeral is comparable to a life and death situation.

If you are not careful, you may be slaughtered by the Huang family.

None of the guests present dared to offend.

However, at the same time.

Outside St. Paul's Church, a white Toyota Alpha nanny car is slowly approaching from a distance.

The nanny car braked and stopped at the entrance of the church.

The car door opened, and Zhou Ruomin was wearing a snow-white gauze skirt dress and slowly stepped out of the car.

Although she has delicate light makeup painted on her face, there is a faint hint of helplessness.

As the host of a well-known TV station in Shanghai, she can't shirk this funeral at all.

The Huang family, named her by name, wanted her to come to preside over the funeral scene in person.

So, she had no choice at all.

"Miss Zhou, why did you come so late? The funerals are almost underway. A steward of the Huang family stepped forward and said with a displeased face.

"Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road." Zhou Ruomin bowed lightly and apologized.

"Don't rely on your little star shelf to be arrogant." The Huang family's steward looked indifferent and threatened.

"Today's funeral, be sure to give my Huang family a good host, if there is a mistake, your name will not appear in this Luhai City from now on."

This is not a threat.

It's a choice.

If she hosts well, then she can still stay in Huhai City.

If there is a mistake in the host, then she Zhou Ruomin will not appear in this city.

When, when he heard this, Zhou Ruomin's pretty face became a little embarrassed.

She couldn't avoid this host, and she had no chance to choose.

She didn't answer, but walked straight around the steward, stepped on high heels, and forced her breath to enter the church

The huge retro Goethe Church is constantly visited by guests.

Rows of luxury cars have almost blocked the entire thousands of meters of long street.

And the church building, on top of a tower nearly thirty meters high.

Huang Baiming was wearing a white robe, with his hands behind his back, and slowly stood in front of the tower observation deck.

His long hair, floating in the wind, had a hint of horror.

His gaze was dark and deep, and he slowly stared at the tree-lined road below.

He's waiting.

Wait, those two prey that are about to come to the door.

Time passes minute by minute.

St. Paul's Church, with a dignified atmosphere.

At this moment, outside the church wall, the huge hanging bell slowly stopped its hands at 9 o'clock.

Knock, knock, knock

The bell struck 9 times.

In the morning, nine o'clock sharp.

According to the time, the funeral rites are about to begin.