Chapter 2004: The soul is broken in the river, the coffin is buried in the mouth of Jiulong (6)

Just a few meters away, Joyce walked for nearly half a minute.

When she walked to me, she didn't speak, but stared at me for a while before she opened her lips and whispered: "Cravity is proposed there."

"Why?" I looked at her in confusion.

What is the relationship between the establishment of a cultural communication company and cremation?

She glanced at me and whispered: "Jiu Ye, the society is changing with each passing day, and the superiors attach great importance to cremation. If we set up a cultural communication company and bury it secretly, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, I interrupted her and said, "I understand."

After saying that, I glanced at the three of them and said softly: "So, all your opinions are in agreement with cremation?"

"Palace Master, I'm still saying the same thing, keep up with the times." Zhuge Qingming whispered, probably because he felt sorry for me. After saying this, he lowered his head and did not dare to look up at me.

"Han Qiu, where are you?" I looked at Han Qiu.

He said: "Prince, what's wrong with cremation?"

After smoking about four cigarettes, a sound of footsteps came downstairs. If you guessed correctly, Director Zhuo Fan should have arrived.

You should know that the so-called corpse does not mean that you can stop the corpse at home and call it to stop it, but rather requires a series of preparations and ensure that the corpse is intact.

Zhuge Qingming leaned over and didn't say anything, and Han Qiu also leaned over.

Therefore, even if the body was eventually buried in the land, disrespect to the deceased was inevitable.

In an instant, the whole scene calmed down again.

I looked up at her, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, but still stopped talking. To put it bluntly, I thought I could have some time to digest it.

After one cigarette passed, I took out the cigarette and lit another one.

In an instant, I immediately understood that when I left here, Yuan Zhenghua invited Director Zhuo Fan, but in that village, I did not meet Director Zhuo Fan.

It is precisely because of this that the blood of the corpse has been accumulated in the body.

But, if the three of them said, they just need to send the body to the crematorium, and all the problems will be solved.

"No!" Director Zhuo Fan's face froze and said in a deep voice: "Since it was Mrs. Yuan's last wish during her lifetime, how could she let her descendants go back on their word!"

After thinking about this, I gave up and said, "It's not like going back on my word! Besides, I don't plan to ask for this house."

After about three minutes, Joyce whispered: "Justice Jiu, take the body on the ground as an example. Do you think this body is suitable for burial?"

I called it haha, showing a smile that was even worse than crying, "Maybe I am not very comfortable with the weather here."

What surprised me was that when talking about Yuan Zhenghua, Director Zhuo Fan's face was a little unnatural.

Director Zhuo Fan responded and hung up the phone.

I smiled slightly, nodded, and made an invitation to him, "Talk in detail upstairs."

But now, looking at their expressions, cremation seems to be imminent.

"That's right, the weather in Guangzhou has always been dry." Director Zhuo Fan came over, handed me a cigarette, and asked with a smile: "What? Is there anything wrong with asking me to come?"

After going downstairs, I saw Director Zhuo Fan walking over in casual clothes at a glance.

I originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, I felt that there was no need to involve him in the incident of Old Lady Yuan. After all, Old Lady Yuan’s incident was not particularly glorious, especially our coffin holder, who died in that incident.

Before I could speak, Director Zhuo Fan took the lead and said, "Xiao Jiu, I haven't seen you for a few days, why are you so tired?"

With Director Zhuo Fan's character, he agreed to attend the funeral of Old Mrs. Yuan.

I threw away the cigarette butt in my hand, slowly got up, and walked downstairs.

I thought about it for a moment. From the perspective of the coffin, there is no way to bury the remains. I just need to be clear about the evil energy in the body. However, there is a question: how to understand the blood stasis in the body.

I was speechless about this. I really didn't put this house on me. To put it bluntly, for me, I helped Mrs. Yuan just because I promised her before my death, and never thought about planning her house.

He took a deep breath and said, "It's done, by the way, Director Zhuo Fan, do you have time now?"

I was slightly stunned. As he said, what's wrong with cremation?

But, I just can't get over that hurdle, and I always feel that the deceased should be buried in peace.

"Huh!" I spit out the smoke ring, looked at my phone, and then looked out the phone number of Director Zhuo Fan. After hesitating for a while, I finally pressed the call button.

Putting away my phone, I looked at Joyce and whispered: "Listen to Director Zhuo Fan's opinion, and then decide?"

Director Zhuo Fan was stunned and asked me in a low voice: "Her grandson went back on his word?"

After about seven or eight seconds of touching, Director Zhuo Fan's cheerful voice came over, "Xiao Jiu, is that matter done?"

She nodded slightly, "Okay!"

"What's wrong?" Director Zhuo Fan said in confusion.

I was not polite, and said, "I can't explain it on the phone, so let's go to Mrs. Yuan's house."

However, this requires a problem, that is, using a knife on the corpse and extremely disrespectful to the deceased.

In this way, none of us spoke.

But in the end, he didn't ask for anything, which means that it was very likely that Yuan Zhenghua stopped him.

I smiled bitterly. When I heard Mrs. Yuan say that she had written my name on the property certificate early in the morning, but later the property certificate was taken away by Yuan Zhenghua, so I shook my head and said, "It was taken away by her grandson."

Doudou!

A few beeps came from the phone.

Of course, it is not that there is no way, but the process is a bit complicated. You need to first find some straw to burn it into ashes, then put the straw ash into a bag sewn from white linen cloth, and finally cut a hole in the main artery of the corpse and release the blood.

"good!"

He nodded and asked me: "By the way, Xiaojiu, I remember that before Mrs. Yuan died, she seemed to give you this house. I wonder if you have found a real estate certificate?"

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Joyce asked again, "Master Jiu, do you still have the answer?"

I understand his meaning, he asked me if I had done anything about Mrs. Yuan.

Furthermore, now that her grandson Yuan Zhenghua is standing opposite me, it is even more difficult for me to take her house.

It is true that I want a house, but I want to get it right.

At that moment, I gave up and said, "Brother Zhuo, you don't have to worry about this anymore. It's better to follow me to see what's going on upstairs."

While we were talking, we had already reached the second floor and I led him straight into the second house.
Chapter completed!