After the divorce, the young master chased his wife to the crematorium!

Chapter 650 I only believe in you

"It's time—" the funeral master looked at the time and said in a drawn-out voice, "Seal the coffin."

Hearing that the coffin was going to be sealed, Wang Shuxiang was very sad.

The four nailers stood at the four corners of the coffin, holding hammers and nails, ready to nail the coffin at any time.

The master of ceremonies read out the mantra, "When the day is auspicious and the time is good, the heaven and the earth will open up, and the coffin will be closed for great auspiciousness and prosperity..."

Everyone stood neatly in thirty rows and bowed in unison in the direction of the portrait.

The master of ceremonies muttered: "Suzaku and Xuanwu come to shine, green dragons and white tigers line up on both sides, one nail adds to the family and makes money..."

Just when the nails were about to fall, Wang Shuxiang suddenly pushed her husband away, threw herself on the coffin and cried loudly, "No...don't nail..."

Xiao Chuan suddenly burst into tears, covering his face and weeping.

Wang Shuxiang hugged the coffin tightly, and asked hundreds of mourners in tears, "Do you think there is a possibility that we made a mistake and Chuchu didn't die... Aren't there many such cases in the world? Everyone thought the patient died , in fact, the patient is still alive and still alive... shall we check Chuchu again?"

"Shuxiang..." Song Qiaoying burst into tears. She wanted to help Wang Shuxiang aside, but she couldn't bear to see Wang Shuxiang crying.

"I can feel that Chuchu is not dead yet, she doesn't want to be bored in it, she is asking me for help..." Wang Shuxiang said to the people around her with hope, "Let's open the coffin and have someone check it...Maybe Did a miracle happen?"

Her precious daughter can use "Snowfall" to appear, so she must have the ability to open her eyes again.

"Madam, let the deceased rest in peace." The master of ceremonies persuaded, "Opening the coffin again is disrespectful to the deceased."

"No, she is not dead, how can she be counted as the deceased? You believe me, she is really still alive... Let's open it and see..."

When Wang Shuxiang said this, she suddenly remembered something, and looked for a slender figure behind her.

Seeing Ouyan, she said excitedly, "Yanyan, I only trust you among the people here. Help me see if Chuchu is still alive? I'll ask someone to open the coffin, can you take a look?"

Ouyan felt pity in her heart, and just wanted to speak.

"Auntie, please..." Wang Shuxiang was about to kneel down.

If Ouyan hadn't held her up in time, her knees would have hit the ground long ago...

"Help me see if Chuchu is still alive, I have a strong intuition that she can still be saved...Really!" Wang Shuxiang held Ouyan's hand and pleaded with tears in her eyes, "My good boy, help Auntie to see... ..."

Ouyan looked to the side, Xiao Chuan still had a faint look of expectation in his eyes, it seemed that, like Wang Shuxiang, he hoped that his daughter would live...

The relatives of the Xiao family around sobbed silently and did not step forward to stop them.

No one in the audience made a sound and lowered their heads silently.

The master of ceremonies turned his face away, the corners of his eyes were moist.

Looking at the girl's profile, Si Yechen seemed to guess her decision.

"it is good."

As Ouyan blurted out, Wang Shuxiang immediately ordered: "Open the coffin—"

Her voice was long and excited, as if she had confidence in her daughter's resurrection.

The lid of the coffin was opened, Xiao Chuchu was lying inside dressed up, with a peaceful face, when Ouyan's hand touched Xiao Chuchu's wrist, she could feel her skin soften.

This phenomenon is called "corpse soft".

After death, the muscle tone is completely lost, and the muscles of the whole body will relax and become soft.

Not only is the body soft, but it is also cold to the touch.

It is the "corpse cold" that only the dead will appear.

"How about Yanyan? Is there still hope?" Wang Shuxiang looked at Ouyan expectantly, waiting for her to tell a miracle.

Ouyan's eyes fell on her, and she couldn't bear to say, "Auntie, there are no vital signs."

"No, no..." Wang Shuxiang shook her head, still in disbelief, "Help her see again...I can feel that she is still alive..."

As long as the miracle doctor Bai He said that she was alive, she must be alive!

The girl in the coffin, after being made up by the mortician, looks like a sleeping princess, the same as usual.

"She's really not breathing." Although Ouyan felt distressed, she had to say truthfully, "She's gone."

Wang Shuxiang couldn't bear the blow. Her daughter was still lying here. She still remembered that she went to a net red flower sea with her daughter to check in last year. The daughter was lying in the colorful flower sea like this. She closed her eyes and took a lot of beautiful photos...

The daughter at that time was just like now, lying among the flowers...

Daughter just fell asleep...

She just fell asleep!

"Build the coffin—" the funeral master announced.

"No, don't cover... my daughter, don't leave mother..." Wang Shuxiang cried and fainted.

"Shuxiang, Shuxiang..." Xiao Chuan hurried forward to support her, seeing his wife's vicissitudes, Xiao Chuan couldn't help crying, "Come here, call the doctor..."

"Put Auntie down first, and I'll take care of it." Ou Yan had expected this to happen before she left, so she took the acupuncture bag Si Yechen gave her.

"Yanyan, how is your aunt? Did she faint from grief?" Song Qiaoying beside her couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"Well, being too emotional will cause insufficient blood supply to the brain and lead to fainting. I'll give her a few injections."

"it is good."

With the words of having a daughter, Song Qiaoying had some confidence in her heart.

Ou Yan injected Wang Shuxiang's acupuncture points. After a while, she finally opened her eyes, but when she saw the people in front of her wearing black clothes, she remembered her daughter's funeral, and burst into tears.

"Shuxiang, are you better?" Xiao Chuan cried and said, "My heart can no longer bear the second blow, don't scare me anymore, I lost Chuchu, I can't lose you anymore..."

"A Chuan..." Wang Shuxiang couldn't help crying bitterly while hugging him.

It was a while before the funeral could take place.

"One letter from a heavenly official to bless you, two letters to eternal peace in the underworld, three letters to eternal longevity for the living, four letters to the hidden treasure of Bai Sha, and five letters to the prosperity of descendants..."

Xiao Chuan and Wang Shuxiang watched the nails being nailed one by one, crying even harder.

Li Sen on the side couldn't help clenching his fists. He must avenge Chu Chu, and he must never let his uncle and aunt bear this pain for nothing.

After the coffin was sealed, the four nailers carried the coffin forward.

Wang Shuxiang hugged her daughter's portrait and followed her in despair.

The Xiao family behind her raised paper money towards the sky, and the sound of funeral music with gongs and drums came.

A hundred steps forward is Xiao Chuchu's cemetery.

"Prepare for burial—" With the powerful voice of the chief of ceremonies, the coffin was placed in the grave.

The loess fell to the surface of the coffin, as if it was going to fill up the grave little by little.

Wang Shuxiang cried like hell again.

Xiao Chuan knew that this time, as soon as the loess was buried, he and his daughter were truly separated by yin and yang... Immediately, he let out a cry of grief and cried until the sky was dark.

(End of this chapter)