My master is invincible

Chapter 2004

In the short distance of a few meters, Joyce walked for nearly half a minute in a daze.

When she came to me, she didn't speak, but stared at me for a moment, then opened her lips and said softly: "There is cremation."

"Why?" I looked at her puzzled.

What does the establishment of a cultural communication company have to do with cremation?
She glanced at me and said in a low voice: "Jiu Ye, the society is changing with each passing day, and the higher authorities place great emphasis on 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 see."

After that, I glanced at the three of them and said softly: "So, the three of you all agree with cremation?"

"Palace Master, it's still the same sentence, keep up with the pace of the times." Zhuge Qingming said in a low voice, probably feeling sorry for me, after saying this, he lowered his head and didn't dare to look up at me.

"Han Qiu, what about you?" I looked at Han Qiu.

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

I was slightly taken aback, just like what he said, what's wrong with cremation?
However, I just couldn't pass that hurdle in my heart, and I always felt that the dead should be buried in the ground for peace.

In an instant, the whole scene fell silent again.

About 3 minutes later, Joyce said softly, "Master Jiu, take the body on the ground as an example, do you think this body is still suitable for burial?"

I thought about it for a while. From the perspective of the coffin, it is not impossible for this body to be buried. It is only necessary to clear the evil spirit in its body. However, there is a problem, how to clear the congestion in the body.

You must know that the so-called mortuary does not mean that the corpse is parked at home, but a series of preparations are required, and the integrity of the corpse must be ensured.

Because of this, the blood of the corpse has been accumulated in the body.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that there is no way at all, but the process is a bit complicated. You need to find some straw and burn it to ashes, then put the straw ash into a bag made of white linen, and finally cut a hole in the main artery of the corpse. The blood came out.

However, there is a problem that needs to be faced in this way, and that is to use a knife on the corpse, which is extremely disrespectful to the dead.

Therefore, even if the body is finally buried in the ground, disrespect for the dead is still indispensable after all.

However, according to what the three of them said, all the problems would be solved by simply sending the corpse to the crematorium.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Joyce asked again, "Master Jiu, don't you have an answer in your mind yet?"

I looked up at her, took out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and still didn't speak. To put it bluntly, I thought I would have time to digest.

However, looking at their expressions now, it seems that the cremation is imminent.

"Huh!" I spit out the smoke ring, looked at the phone, and then turned out Director Zhuo Fan's phone, hesitated for a while, and finally pressed the call button.

Beep!
There were several beeps from the phone.

After touching for about seven or eight seconds, Director Zhuo Fan's hearty voice came over, "Xiao Jiu, is that settled?"

I understand what he means, he is asking me if I have settled the matter of Mrs. Yuan.

I originally wanted to say no, but after thinking about it, I felt that there was no need for him to be involved in Mrs. Yuan's incident.After all, the matter of Mrs. Yuan was not particularly glorious, especially our coffin bearer, many people died in that incident.

Taking a deep breath, I said: "It's done, by the way, Director Zhuo Fan, are you free now?"

"What's wrong?" Director Zhuo Fan wondered.

I was not polite, so I said: "I can't tell you clearly on the phone, how about it, you come to Mrs. Yuan's house."

"it is good!"

Director Zhuo Fan responded and hung up the phone.

Putting away the phone, I looked towards Joyce and said softly, "Listen to Director Zhuo Fan's opinion, and then decide?"

She nodded slightly, "Okay!"

And Zhuge Qingming leaned over without speaking, and Han Qiu followed suit.

Just like that, none of the four of us spoke.

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

After smoking about four cigarettes, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs. If I guessed right, it should be Director Zhuo Fan.

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

When I went downstairs, I saw Director Zhuo Fan walking over in casual clothes.

Before I could speak, Director Zhuo Fan spoke first. He said, "Xiao Jiu, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so tired?"

I made a haha, showing a smile uglier than crying, "Maybe I'm not used to the weather here."

"That's right, the weather here in Guangzhou has always been dry." Director Zhuo Fan came over, handed me a cigarette, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter? Can you tell me to come over?"

I smiled slightly, nodded, and made a gesture of invitation to him, "Let's talk about it upstairs."

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

I smiled wryly. I heard old lady Yuan say that she wrote my name on the real estate certificate early in the morning, but Yuan Zhenghua took away the real estate certificate from me, so I shook my head and said, "It was taken away by her grandson." gone."

Director Zhuo Fan was taken aback for a moment, and asked me in a low voice: "Her grandson backed down?"

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

In an instant, I immediately understood that when I left here, Yuan Zhenghua had invited Director Zhuo Fan, but I didn't see Director Zhuo Fan in that village.

With Zhuo Fan's good character, he agreed at the time that he would definitely attend the funeral of Mrs. Yuan.

But in the end, he didn't ask for it. In other words, it was very likely that Yuan Zhenghua stopped him.

With this in mind, I let it go and said, "It's not really a promise! Besides, I don't intend to own this house."

"No!" Director Zhuo Fan's expression froze, and he said in a deep voice: "Since it is the last wish of Mrs. Yuan, how can her descendants go back on what she said!"

I am also speechless about this. I really don’t put this house on me. To put it bluntly, as far as I am concerned, I helped Mrs. Yuan only because I promised her before I died, and I never thought of plotting against her house. .

Furthermore, now that her grandson Yuan Zhenghua has stood against 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 in a proper way.

Immediately, I gave up and said, "Brother Zhuo, you don't need to worry about this matter, you might as well follow me to see the situation upstairs."

While we were talking, the two of us had reached the second floor, and I led him straight into the second room.

(End of this chapter)