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Chapter 27 027. [Ghost]

Qiao Mu stood at the door of the funeral home and thought about it.

He walked directly into the funeral home.

Looking at the front desk, there are no rules here, only the price list, and the little brother at the front desk who is playing with his mobile phone.

Qiao Mu was a little uncomfortable with the whole situation.

He came to the bathroom, washed his face, tidied his hair, and smiled in the mirror.

Qiao Mu in the mirror also smiled at him.

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The man in a suit looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously, not knowing what he was laughing at.

"I just came out of the crematorium, and I'm not used to it."

Qiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief and explained with a smile.

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The man's doubts deepened, and he left in a hurry without wiping his hands.

Qiao Mu didn't care, he had to find a way to go back, otherwise he would have to spend another whole day in the funeral home today.

Arriving at the mourning hall, Qiao Mu saw a few big characters.

Aiko XXX memorial service.

In order to protect the privacy of the deceased, he mosaiced the name of the deceased.

There were several people in black suits standing at the door, with solemn expressions.

Qiao Mu cleared his throat and walked over with a solemn expression.

He and the man in charge of reception looked at each other and bowed seriously.

Although the man didn't know Qiao Mu, he felt sad when he saw his solemn and serious expression. He sniffed and nodded in return.

Qiao Mu walked into the mourning hall and saw the family members of the deceased standing on both sides, thanking those who came to express their condolences.

He queued up behind the others, listened to a few casual gossips, and learned that the business of the funeral parlor was booming recently, and it was impossible to do anything simple, so he made the arrangements now.

It’s not that there was any strange incident, it’s just that a fire broke out in a building in Jiangcheng two days ago, resulting in the death of many people, and the funeral parlor was overloaded all of a sudden, it’s considered decent to have a memorial service, and some residents burned to the ground Some of them were still in the morgue because no other family members came to collect them.

Qiao Mu looked at the portrait. The deceased was quite young, in his 20s.

"It's so tragic to die so young."

"I heard that those who were directly burned to death could not recognize their faces, and their identities were only found out through autopsy."

"His parents are so pitiful."

"What a pity, they are the landlords of that building. If it hadn't been for the illegal reconstruction and group renting, how could it catch fire and they couldn't escape."

"Shh, keep your voices down, talk behind your back, and watch out for ghosts knocking on the door at night."

"I heard that this time a tenant on the road wanted to cancel the lease. He wanted to take away the deposit and came to the house to break it up. That's why the fire broke out."

"If he didn't come to this damn place so early for the sake of his parents, who would come?"

"Let's accumulate some virtue with your mouth, it's almost time for us."

Qiao Mu looked at the portrait on the coffin.

[He caused a fire, damn rich second generation, oh, he's dead, that's okay. 】

In the field of vision, the bright red text surrounded the portrait.

Hearing all these discussions and seeing these words, Qiao Mu felt that he deserved it again.

Soon, it was time to offer his condolences.

Qiao Mu and a few young people, who didn't know anyone anyway, bowed three times towards the coffin.

His expression was serious, as if the coffin was his own child, it was very moving.

Of course, the corpse lying in the coffin had long been burned to the ground, and not even the undertaker could save it, so he could only block it with flowers.

When it came time for family members to answer gifts, Qiao Mu saw that the people in front of him who had been chatting with each other were all wearing masks, with sad expressions.

"My condolences." "Please condolences." "He will bless you in heaven." "Live well."

Discourses like this one after another.

Qiao Mu also came to the parents.

He thought about it, and felt that ordinary comforting words were a bit perfunctory.

"Please don't be sad."

Qiao Mu held the father's hand and spoke solemnly.

"On the bright side, he was burned to death, and the speed of cremation will be faster later."

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The father was stunned. He looked at Qiao Mu and found that he had no impression of this person at all. Judging by his age, he seemed to be his son's friend.

As for what Qiao Mu said, the father hadn't had time to understand.

Qiao Mu had already held the hand of the next person.

"Please have my condolences. You can't see his face clearly anyway. Rounding it off, your son is not dead yet."

He spoke to the deceased's mother.

The haggard woman was startled when she heard what Qiao Mu said, and didn't even realize what it meant.

It wasn't until Qiao Mu finished explaining to the deceased's relatives one by one that the father came back to his senses. He frowned, a little angry, and was about to call Qiao Mu to stop.

But Qiao Mu returned to that heavy appearance again, which made people feel sad at a glance, and could no longer think about other things.

The father could only stand there blankly, watching Qiao Mu leave.

"Is this the power of [Ghost]?"

Qiao Mu followed the young people out of the funeral home and sighed secretly.

Just now, he had used the power of [Dark Ghost] to prevent the parents from thinking of beating Qiao Mu.

"I can spread the emotions, feelings and experiences I feel, and apply them to other people, so that they can empathize with them, and these emotions will also be fed back to myself, becoming the power of [Ghosts]."

Qiao Mu followed these people onto the bus and sat in the last row.

The so-called "ghost" means that if you are hurt, you must also cause the people close to you to suffer the same harm. The abnormality anchored by Qiao Mu originally made the victim keep attracting other people and let them suffer together. After anchoring, the pollution is reduced, and it becomes what it is now.

After a while, the bus started, and a car of people staggered onto the road.

Qiao Mu's guess was correct. The bus indeed drove to a place where the banquet was served, an ordinary hotel.

In just one train ride, Qiao Mu was chatting and laughing with the others, as if they had known each other for a long time.

After all, Qiao Mu can infect other people with his happiness, making them feel happy talking to Qiao Mu no matter what, so they naturally talk more and more.

Conversations are often more emotional than content.

Just like a girl who likes you will be interested in you no matter how boring the topic is, but a girl who doesn't like you may be indifferent to your sweet talk.

In any case, Qiao Mu felt that this ability was really good for him who was afraid of society.

He also asked about the funeral home by the way, and was surprised to find that there was indeed a tragedy in the Jiangcheng funeral home many years ago. At that time, the funeral home was robbed by unknown people and lost a lot of property and many people.

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that Chen Qixing, Yan Ling and others were the prisoners at that time. They were captured by the anomaly and eventually became prisoners in the funeral parlor.

Fortunately, they met Qiao Mu and they were able to rest in peace.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Mu was satisfied.

He said goodbye to his "friends" and walked out of the hotel.

A shadow fell on Qiao Mu's face. He looked up and saw a man in a suit hanging from the street lamp in front of the hotel.

The man's eyes were red, his mouth was half open, and his tongue was sticking out. His neck was black and blue, and his legs were hanging like clothes blown by the wind.

Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze, took two steps, and suddenly stopped again, following the original trajectory and retreating exactly as if he were traveling backwards.

Raising his head, Qiao Mu looked at the hanging man.

"It's you?"

Qiao Mu found out that this was the person in the news he had seen while surfing the Internet, the owner of a food factory.

This boss made some very unnatural capitalist remarks before, but now he is really hanging on the street lamp?
Qiao Mu took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet for news related to food factories.

I discovered that my boss had just attended a corporate meeting and took photos with other people. His smile was bright and he didn’t look like he was hanging from a street lamp at all.

He looked up again to confirm.

[This is the punishment he deserves, hehe, the view from above must be very good. 】

The bright red text crawled slowly along the rope hanging from the man's neck.

"Um"

Qiao Mu decided to press it down temporarily. After all, judging from Su Hong's performance, he should not be able to see the capitalists hanging these street lamps.

Even Su Hong can't see it, which means that these things are already very deep. In other words, they cannot affect ordinary people.

He checked the route back to the editorial office on a map and quickly got on a bus.

(End of this chapter)