Lord Lu's little ancestor is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 305 A farce

"Hello, distinguished guests, friends and teachers of Yuhan before his death, thank you for coming to share the grief with us in spite of your busy schedule..."

At Ye Yuhan's funeral.

Ye Yuhan's body was stored in an ice coffin, surrounded by yellow and white chrysanthemums, in the black and white portrait, Ye Yuhan smiled brightly, and her eyes were full of laughter.

Cen Shu's seat was in the third row, and Malone sat in the row in front of her, not far away.

Ye Liang stood above with a sad expression, reciting the eulogy with a choked voice. Wang Zhen was in a row of seats, already crying.

Ye Shu sat on Hao Liang's lap, looked around ignorantly, pointed at Ye Yuhan's portrait and giggled, calling her sister non-stop.

The faces around him were very strange, but they were equally full of sadness.

A sad atmosphere hung over the entire funeral.

Cen Shu pinched the center of her brows, she didn't like this atmosphere very much, she would unconsciously think of some... things that she thought she had forgotten, but never forgot.

"Farewell, dear Yuhan, my daughter, may your soul rest in peace in heaven, and have a good journey..."

When Ye Liang read to the end, tears were streaming down his face.

'Clap! '

suddenly!

A strong wind blew from the door, and many people were blinded by the wind.

"What's going on here? There's such a strong wind all of a sudden?"

"The wind is too weird, isn't it sunny today?"

"When I first came here, there wasn't such a strong wind. It's really evil!"

Ye Liang blocked his eyes with his hand and pressed the memorial manuscript with his hand, but when he saw the portrait blown away by the wind, his eyes suddenly widened.

Sitting on a chair, Cen Shu glanced at Ma Long, who suddenly turned pale, and stared at the door.

[House, host! 】Xiao Hua tightly grasped the fur on Cen Shu's hat so as not to be blown away, her voice trembled slightly, 【Ye, Ye Yuhan! 】

Whether it was in the hospital or Yucai Academy, Ye Yuhan, whom Cen Shu couldn't find, appeared at the door at this time.

Wearing the school uniform of Yucai Academy, his face was cracked, revealing the red flesh inside, reddish-brown blood flowed from the top of his head, his red eyes stared straight at Ye Liang, and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

She is no longer like the girl in the portrait.

Seemingly aware of Cen Shu's gaze, Ye Yuhan looked at Cen Shu suddenly, her scarlet pupils were filled with ice.

Xiao Hua hid herself in Cen Shu's hair in fear. Although she had seen a lot, she was still cowardly!
Cen Shu got up and was about to approach, but saw a dazzling red flash, and Ye Yuhan's soul disappeared instantly.

Cen Shu's eyes were slightly cold, she glanced at Ma Long, and quickly chased after him.

"I'm dead, I'm still worried about life. Is it true that our Ye family owes you?" Hao Liang was superstitious. Seeing this scene, he felt fear and hatred in his heart, and couldn't help muttering a few words.

Wang Zhen sat next to her and listened clearly. After being cowardly and suppressed for so long, she finally burst out, "Mom! I respect you as an elder, and I treat you courteously, but you can't rely on your elders."

"Okay! Wang Zhen, I already knew that you can't get used to me as an old woman. You just want to target me when you teach such a daughter?" Hao Liang was originally from the countryside, and his wife finally became a wife Who would have thought that this daughter-in-law would dare to disobey her so much!

"Wow wow wow!" The young Ye Shu didn't know what happened, but saw his usually kind grandma suddenly look ferocious, and burst into tears in fear.

The originally solemn funeral seemed to have become a farce.

Ye Liang stared blankly at the portrait that fell to the ground, speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)