Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 140: Ancient secrets that have been sealed for a long time! The mystery of Chinese inheritance!

at this time.

Wang Hao's eyes were still looking at the people around him, trying to find his target among the crowd.

But after searching around again, Wang Hao was still disappointed.

Because he didn't find his target in the crowd at all, not to mention the man in the black windbreaker, not even the man wearing the black windbreaker.

"It seems... Is that just a passerby..." Wang Hao lowered his head slightly, a dazed look flashed in his eyes, and there was also some confusion on his face.

At this moment, he had begun to doubt whether his previous intuition was correct.

"Sure enough, coming here is a waste of time... Let's go."

Wang Hao sighed and muttered to himself.

Just when Wang Hao was about to withdraw from the crowd.

"How did things change today?"

At this time, a person in the crowd looked up at the sky and muttered.

Hearing this, Wang Hao paused, subconsciously raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw that the originally clear sky quickly dimmed at this moment.

Not far away, a large thick black cloud quickly rushed towards the top of Mount Tai.

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At this time, the wind picked up.

The wind roared loudly, rustling the leaves on the top of Mount Tai.

And just when this kind of wind started to sound.

The large, thick black cloud enveloped the top of Mount Tai at an extremely fast speed.

For a moment, the surrounding sky suddenly darkened.

"What's happening? Why did the weather suddenly change? Is it going to rain?"

"No, the weather forecast didn't say it was going to rain. Why did everything go so well, but then the weather suddenly changed?"

"This is indeed a bit strange... It doesn't seem like it's going to rain today, but there are too many dark clouds..."

"Really... It's not really going to rain, is it? I didn't bring an umbrella!"

"What you said is as if one of us had the umbrella...

"I'm throwing up. The weather is really... changing faster than turning the pages of a book."

“Don’t mention it, today’s funeral was not suitable for a sunny day, but now that it’s cloudy, it’s perfect for a funeral.

"What the hell... these words have made you stop talking!"

Everyone was talking a lot, complaining about the unpredictable changes in the weather, and they were all very dissatisfied with the fact that the weather, which was fine, suddenly changed.

But it also makes many people feel a little strange.

After all, the geographical location of Mount Tai is in the north of China, and the rain in the north has never been as much as that in the south, and the climate has not changed much.

A situation like this on the mountain, where the sky changes suddenly, is indeed a bit rare, but it is not impossible.

However, like today, a large black cloud suddenly came, and it was even rarer for the sky to change so quickly.

But everyone was just surprised and didn't think too deeply about it.

Although this made it more suitable for the funeral, it also caused everyone's mood to change accordingly, making them a little overwhelmed or a little bored.

And at this time.

In the eyes of everyone, something was wrong, but they didn't pay much attention to the changing situation.

In Wang Hao's eyes, it made him feel a little weird.

The reason is also very simple.

The altitude here in Taishan is indeed very high, and the climate may also be changeable.

But it suddenly changed like this, and looking at the black clouds, it felt like dark clouds were pressing down on the situation.

This made Wang Hao confused and confused.

Wang Hao intuitively felt that this sudden weather change was not that simple, and it was definitely not just a change.

There are so many funeral cases that he has seen now, and Wang Hao naturally has some ideas about Zeng Qiang's funeral in front of him.

But now, the sudden change of weather makes the main set not think about it first.

If something unusual happens again at Zeng Qiang's funeral, can it be confirmed that the immortal, or mysterious man, who may have existed since the Qin Dynasty, has appeared again?

Of course, all of this is Wang Hao's hypothesis. A hypothesis without evidence can only be regarded as a conjecture.

But Wang Hao seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and climbed up along the straw with all his strength.

Immediately afterwards, he took back the foot he had just stepped out, and his eyes were fixed on the clouds in the sky, as if he wanted to see through the clouds, and see behind the clouds through the clouds. What exactly is hidden?

…Please give me flowers…

at this time.

Before offering the table.

Zeng Qiang's parents did not notice the change in weather.

After all, they are still deeply immersed in sadness, unable to extricate themselves for a long time, and they have never been able to let go of this emotion.

On the contrary, it was Zeng Qiang's relatives who heard everyone's comments and the disappearance of the sun, temporarily stopped their sorrow and raised their heads to look at the sky.

"Why did this day... suddenly... change suddenly?" Zeng Qiang's uncle choked with sobs and wondered.

The eldest aunt shook her head: "Maybe it's God...God thinks Xiaoqiang is very pitiful...so...that's why God changed his mind..." ..”

"This kid Xiaoqiang... is so ignorant... How could he be so cruel that he left his parents in this world and left alone... !" Zeng Qiang's second uncle scolded him sadly while crying.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the weather changes... I'll save Xiaoqiang... Xiaoqiang doesn't feel at ease when he leaves. It's good for Xiaoqiang... it's good for Xiaoqiang!" the second aunt cried.

For a time, everyone's mood was still as sad as ever.

They didn't pay attention to the changes in weather.

After all, the weather is changing all the time. This is not a particularly weird thing, and it is definitely not something that can surprise them now.

The more important thing now is to bury Zeng Qiang's body.

"Third brother, it's time to carry Xiaoqiang down... You can't... You can't put Xiaoqiang here either..." Yinbo reminded appropriately.

After all, this is the top of Mount Tai, and Zeng Qiang would never be buried here. Even if Zeng Qiang wanted to, Zeng Qiang's parents would not agree, and neither would the relevant departments responsible for the management of Mount Tai.

Hear this.

Zeng Zheng wiped the tears on his cheeks, struggled to stand up, and nodded.

Then, with the support of Uncle Zeng Qiang, he walked towards the coffin.

At the same time, people were prepared to carry Zeng Qiang's body, together with the coffin, down the mountain.

And just then.

In the sky, among the thick dark clouds, something seemed to be breaking through the dark clouds and peeking out.

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