Northeast Night Talk

Chapter 120 Funeral Parlor

"Brother Dong, what should we do?"

Sitting outside the closed hotel, He Yinyang had a bitter look on his face.

My mind is in a mess right now, I can only sigh.Rhubarb, the dog barking happily, made me jump out, and now we are really like it, becoming lonely ghosts.

I have broken thoughts in my heart, who the hell called the police!What is the benefit of doing so?This person is too wicked!I curse him for having a baby without an ass hole!

"Woo~! Brother Dong, I don't want to die!" He Yinyang cried on the ground until he died.

"Stop crying, let's go! Go to the funeral parlor, get your body back first!" I slowly stood up from the steps and said.

He Yinyang heard what I said, and quickly got up from the ground.

We took rhubarb and waited at the bus stop for a while. The bus came, and we got on the bus with the flow of people.

Three years in college, the first time I took a car without a coin, but I didn’t feel the excitement in my heart. I used to watch others die, but now it’s my turn to be uncertain. What is this?
After three bus trips in a row, I finally arrived at the funeral parlor in City S. The funeral parlor in City S was jointly built by the government. It was located in the outskirts of Tangling, which was quite far away. It was getting dark and the surrounding barren mountains and wild mountains were so impenetrable. .

This is the first time I've come to He Yinyang's base camp. This guy is considered a figure in this funeral home now. His grandfather, Mr. He Da, is the major shareholder of the funeral home, and his status as a rich second generation has also increased.

But this ghost place is too remote, and I don't know how He Yinyang can bear to stay in the funeral parlor all day. It's really hard for him to deal with cold corpses all day long with a fiery heart for picking up girls.

The funeral home was built on the mountain, and there were no buses on the mountain. We could only go up on foot, along the suet road, and the huge black silhouette of the funeral home slowly appeared in front of us.

The whistling wind in the mountains is scattered, but it is not the mountain wind, but the bitter yin air, and the sound of mourning can be heard faintly. I don't know whose grave is buried in the public offering on the distant hillside?

It has its solemnity and solemnity, and the wreaths and slogans scattered outside all show respect for the memory of the dead.

At this moment, we are still yang, not real ghosts, we always have a breath of yang in our bodies, and the evil spirit of the funeral home is always teasing us, making us very uncomfortable.

From time to time, a convoy passed us and walked up the mountain. We saw the souls of the deceased sitting on the coffin boards of the funeral car, leaning against the car window, looking at us numbly, as if they were in a prison car.

Hey, they should know that their bodies will soon turn into a puff of ashes, and then they will go to Fengdu to report, and this will be the beginning of another reincarnation.

Slowly came to the mountain, the funeral home, deserted, the sky is still raining lightly from time to time, dripping on the body, icy cold.

There are two kinds of people who come to the funeral home, one is to pay homage, and the other is to remember, and we are the worst kind, to pay homage to ourselves. ． ．Nonsence!Why pay homage to yourself, my brother is here to find my body!
At this moment, there were sporadic dead souls standing outside the door of the funeral parlor. They were smoking and talking, some were crying, while others were indifferent.Some are even more chattering.

"Brother, give me a cigarette!" A ghostly old man asked people for cigarettes around the steps.

A young man lit a cigarette for the old man with a snap, "Master, can't you even smoke a cigarette after you die?"

The old man patted his thigh, "It's not good! These unworthy descendants don't even know how to light a cigarette for grandpa, so they just keep smoking. No, they smoked me out!"

The old man was quite right. There was too much smoke in this funeral parlor. As soon as I walked to the door, I saw billows of black smoke continuously coming out of it, which made me cough.

"Brother Dong, just get used to it! I didn't get used to it when I first came here, but I got used to it after staying in it for a long time!" He Yinyang shrugged and said helplessly.

I couldn't help laughing, "Your boy is quite persevering!"

"No way, family business!" The kid looked helpless.

. . .

Uncle!Showing off your wealth is a bit too obvious!To call the funeral home unscrupulously a family business is probably the only thing he can do.

However, after entering the funeral home, I finally understood the meaning of family business.

I saw the paper coffins of the dead being brought in one after another, queuing up to go through the formalities. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that so many people would die in S City in one day.

The dead have to line up, which is the great sorrow of this era, and the sorrow is more than that. After completing the formalities, each deceased usually has to pay homage in a house for several days. The names of these houses are quite foreign.

What's the "Hall of Immortality", what's the "Sweet Song of the Ages", what's the "Long Fame", my grass, one is more domineering than the other, but the price is also more expensive than the other, the most expensive one is tens of thousands of yuan per day!

This funeral home is making crazy money!
If it's a rich family, it's okay, but if it's a poor family, I'm afraid they can't afford to live.Not being able to live is a trivial matter. In these days, one cannot even afford to die, let alone choose a cemetery after leaving here.

Is the cemetery affordable for ordinary people?I remember that at the foundation laying ceremony of the cemetery last year, an old man shouted at the reporter: "Buy chicken feather cemetery!"

Grandpa mighty!

He Yinyang and I slipped in from outside the door. There were three floors of ghosts on the left, some were paying homage to the remains, and some were waiting to pay homage. The cold yin qi chilled us both.

"Master! Why are there so many ghosts in your funeral home!"

I complained, and suddenly all the white faces in the circle stared at me fiercely, He Yinyang quickly pulled me and ran over in a desperate manner.

"Brother Dong, are you stupid! A funeral home is still called a funeral home if there are no ghosts! Some of these ghosts have not realized that they are dead. Do you know that you will offend ghosts by talking like this?"

Relying on his familiarity with this place, this kid educated me systematically, you son of a bitch, the third master, brother Dong, didn't I know that too!

"Woof!" Rhubarb jumped out from the crowd of ghosts and called out to us twice, and all the ghosts ran away in fright.

"The dead dog is back, run!"

. . .

I couldn't help laughing, I didn't expect rhubarb to be quite famous here.I couldn't help laughing and cursing: "Doesn't funeral homes ban dogs?"

He Yinyang thought for a while and said: "Well, it is not allowed to keep dogs, but it did not say that it is not allowed to keep dead dogs!"

I was completely speechless, wondering what the family members of the deceased would look like if they knew that this funeral home was ruled by a dead dog.

"Wow! I am the boss here, and I will open the way for you!"

Rhubarb was wearing 'Water Bingyue' flowery underpants and twisted and twisted in front to lead the way. He Yinyang and I reached the depths of the funeral hall smoothly.

There is an elevator, but it doesn't seem to be for the living, because it says funeral elevators, for dead bodies only.

"You're not going to take me to this elevator, are you?" I squinted my eyes and looked at He Yinyang, who the hell actually let Brother Dong go to death, I won't do it!
He Yinyang smiled wryly and said, "Brother Dong, just bear with it. The upper and lower floors of this funeral home are independent of each other. Only the dead man's elevator can be used. If you use the staff passage, you may not be able to get in. There are door gods!"

say!
Two people and one dog entered the elevator, but there was no button on it. What's going on?
"Wang! Han Dong, are you stupid? Can a dead person press the elevator by himself!"

Let me make a list, let the dog despise it!
After waiting in the elevator for a while, someone suddenly pushed a car from outside. There was a paper coffin on the car, which was quite big. Not counting, an old man suddenly jumped out of the paper coffin, which shocked me!
Uncle, this old man seems to be reluctant to part with his body, and has been following beside the corpse.

The old man gave us a blank look, climbed down from the cart, and stood in front of me, I swallowed hard, originally I was not afraid of ghosts, but in this atmosphere I was afraid too!

Ding~!

At this moment, the sound of the electric bell suddenly rang in the elevator, and the elevator door closed slowly. The two people, a dog, and an old man couldn't breathe in the elevator.

Then, another electric bell rang, and the elevator sank slowly.

"Master! How did you go down!" I was shocked immediately.

He Yinyang smiled and said: "There are steps from the main entrance, so we went directly to the funeral hall on the second floor. Of course we have to go down now!"

This kid smiled smugly, as if he was showing off to me on purpose, his house is big!
Ding~!The elevator stopped, the door opened slowly, and a wave of heat hit my face, almost burning me!

"What's the matter with this floor, why is it so hot!"

He Yinyang nodded and said: "There is a cremation room and a blast furnace on the first floor, so of course it's hot!"

I slapped him hard on the back of the head, "Why the hell did you bring me here, to collect ashes!"

He Yinyang protected the back of his head and said: "No! There is also a morgue and a make-up artist on this floor. The remains of the deceased are usually placed in the morgue. If our bodies arrive at the funeral home, they should be there too!"

"You're the bloody dead body!"

I corrected his grammatical mistakes, but then I was shocked, and I suddenly thought of a question, "I said, our physical bodies won't be trained by others!"

He Yinyang waved his hands again and again and said, "Impossible! Even if there is no memorial service, a body needs to stay in the morgue for seven days before being dragged to be cremated. Didn't Rhubarb say that the two of us were dragged here the day before yesterday!"

He Yinyang seemed to have thought of something, and said again: "Besides, if our bodies were transported to the funeral home, my grandpa would know about it. Even if he thought we were dead, he would hold a memorial service for us!"

When Brother Dong heard it, he thought it made sense, with Mr. He Da here, how could this old boy train his grandson without knowing why!
Walking out of the elevator, Da Huang was very familiar with this place, and took us to the morgue in a hurry.

The morgue is at the innermost part of the first floor. It is dark inside, with no light at all. The two broken doors at the door creaked and creaked. There is still no consciousness as a soul.

"The people who work here are not ordinary soldiers, I really admire you boy!" I suddenly began to sympathize with He Yinyang.

He Yinyang smiled and said: "I've been to the mortuary a few times, this place is too dark, if it's not for sending or picking up the corpse, no one will come here!"

When I entered the room, I understood that the mortuary was indeed very dark, and as Yin and Yang said, no one was there, but. ． ．There is a house full of ghosts. ． ． !

(End of this chapter)