I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Jiang Chen did not notice anything unusual about Duanmu Liuli and Wu Sheng, and came to the mourning hall with Du Zheye and his sister.

"Mr. Jiang, please."

At the entrance of the mourning hall, Du Zhe also indicated that although he was ugly, he had good manners.

You can go together. There is always a sequence for condolences. After all, they belong to different forces. The other party was polite, and Jiang Chen did not lose his manners. He stopped and said humbly, "Your Highness, please go first."

It was not appropriate to exchange pleasantries in front of the mourning hall, so Du Zhe did not refuse. He nodded, holding his sister's hand and walked ahead.

"Prince Tetsuya Watari and Princess Mei have come to offer their condolences."

A sharp announcement was heard from the mourning hall.

"elder brother."

After Du Zheye and his sister went in, Wu Sheng pushed Jiang Chen's arm.

Jiang Chen looked at him.

Wu Sheng glanced at Duanmu Liuli and said seriously, "There are neutrinos here."

Even though Boss Jiang is a student from a prestigious university and the best among all the exam takers, this term still touches upon his blind spot in knowledge.

There is no order of learning, the master is the teacher.

Who says college students are necessarily better than junior high school students?

“What are neutrinos?”

The heavier the Sanskrit sound.

The tranquility and peace that had been maintained along the way were broken, and there was finally a hint of the flavor of a funeral.

"Neutrino is the official scientific name, but in common parlance, it's called ghost."

The Martial Saint gave a meticulous explanation.

ghost.

It’s true that almost everyone has had doubts about this question, but there is still no accurate answer.

When I was a child, I accompanied Fang Qing to watch funny movies like "Old Corpse in the Mountain Village". I always pretended to be calm and laughed while watching them, but I couldn't close my eyes at night.

Because as soon as I closed my eyes, I felt Chu Renmei was standing at the bedroom door.

of course.

Fang Qing never knew about all this.

Men's stubbornness is an innate nature.

But those were all things of my childhood. I have grown up and received a high-quality education. As the successor of materialism, where are ghosts in this world?
but.

There are some things you don’t have to believe in, but you need to be in awe of them.

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Brother, it's not me who said that. Look at Sister Duanmu."

After receiving the reminder from the Martial Saint, Jiang Chen noticed that the Taoist sister was acting abnormally. She stared at the entrance of the mourning hall with a slightly frown on her face, which was very different from her usual aloof attitude.

"what happened?"

Even though he never believed in ghosts and gods, and his fear as a child was just due to his ignorance, he couldn't remain calm when dealing with Taoist Master Duanmu.

Duanmu Liuli was silent and did not speak immediately. After a while, he said, "I'll go for a walk around."

Jiang Chen was surprised. He had no reason to refuse, so he could only nod and say, "Don't go too far."

Duanmu Liuli left.

Wu Sheng wanted to follow immediately, but was stopped by Jiang Chen.

"Brother, Sister Liuli must have discovered something. Let me go and I'll go take a look."

Sister Liuli has never been a person who plays tricks.

If there really is a ghost, there is no doubt that it must be the person lying inside receiving condolences.

I lost it.

Then why go in?
Looking for excitement.

The Martial Saint wanted to escape, but he couldn't control himself. His shoulders were held down and he couldn't move.

"You were clamoring to come, so come in with me."

So the Martial Saint could only watch Duanmu Liuli leave.

"Brother, you have really strong hands."

"Please invite your relatives and friends into the hall."

There were shouts coming from the mourning hall.

Jiang Chen took a step forward.

The Martial Saint had no choice but to follow them into the mourning hall.

A specially made coffin was placed in the center of the mourning hall, and the air was filled with the scent of incense. The young man had no scruples at all, even though he was muttering that there were ghosts. However, after being forced in, the Martial Saint still looked at the special coffin with curiosity for the first time.

Of course, due to the distance, he couldn't see the specific scene inside the coffin. "Bow."

According to Chinese tradition, the dead are the greatest.

Moreover, he should have more reason to attend than the so-called "future son-in-law" Prince Watari Tetsuya.

Jiang Chen bowed to the coffin.

The Martial Saint followed suit.

"Two bows."

Both sides of the mourning hall were crowded with people, all of whom were direct or collateral relatives of the Fujiwara family. They were all dressed in mourning, with sad faces and sorrowful expressions.

"Three bows."

“Please ask relatives and friends to burn incense.”

Two bunches of incense were handed to him.

Jiang Chen took the incense and walked forward and inserted it into the incense burner.

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The Martial Saint followed behind, copying and pasting, and when lighting incense, he finally got the chance to take a peek into the coffin.

Blanch!
Although it was only a moment, the Martial Saint's heart was pounding.

In the coffin with a transparent lid, the body was intact, as if it was just sleeping. It must have been dressed up before burial, with makeup on its face, which was frighteningly pale.

My daily life is really abnormal!

Like to hunt for novelty.

The makeup for the dead has to be unique.

The mourning hall was clearly packed with people and the incense was burning brightly and continuously, but Wu Sheng felt inexplicably chilly. After hastily lighting the incense, he looked into the coffin out of curiosity.

hiss……

This time, he couldn't help but reach out and grab Jiang Chen's arm.

"Brother, he's dead!"

He said in a very low voice, as if he was pricked by a needle, and never dared to look at the coffin again.

Made.

Hallucination?
He actually saw the corpse inside open its eyes just now!
Wu Sheng's hair stood on end, thinking that he must be imagining things, but he couldn't help feeling panicky.

It's not that I'm fearless.

Jiang Chen didn't know whether he heard what he said or not. In this kind of place, even if he heard it, he would just pretend he didn't.

"The family members responded with greetings."

Jiang Chen ignored Wu Sheng's reminder and walked towards the family area as planned.

The Martial Saint followed closely.

"I am sorry for your loss."

A pair of biological children, one is responsible for the outside affairs, and the other is responsible for the inside affairs. Fujiwara Reiki supported her mother and bowed her head to return the greeting.

When she raised her head, the uneasy Wu Sheng noticed something was wrong. His attention was drawn away from the coffin, and he stared at Fujiwara Reiki in surprise and suspicion.

Isn't this the woman who appeared in Brother Jiang Chen's room the night before yesterday...

wrong.

I'm not a porn actress.

They are dressed exactly the same.

But his expression was very different. He lowered his head and looked amiable, supporting a woman who looked 30% similar to him, with a sad look on her face.

So it’s not Cosplay?

There really is a funeral at home...

This was undoubtedly the first time that Jiang Chen saw the mistress of the Fujiwara family. He instantly understood where the excellent genes for the appearance of the Fujiwara Takuno siblings came from. Standing together at this time, they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

Dressed as a widow, this Fujiwara no Mistress fully demonstrates the charm of a mature woman.

like……

I feel even more regretful about the passing of the head of the Fujiwara family.

Due to the special circumstances, Jiang Chen didn't have time to talk much. After completing the process, he was about to leave.

in vain.

"Boom" sound!
Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Including Jiang Chen.

The hanging portrait fell down without any warning, fell onto the table and knocked over the incense burner.

Wu Sheng held his breath, his lips trembling unconsciously
Let me just say it!

It’s a charlatan! ! !
(End of this chapter)