Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 30: Wang Yang, it’s time to eat noodles

Xingfu City, No. 1 Hospital.

Wang Yang, who was in the hospital bed, still didn't know what kind of surprising scene he would see next.

He was still holding on, and his eyes had become cloudy.

He felt that his life was passing by little by little.

"They are good children..."

As the phone screen appeared, the old man said this.

The next moment, the old man's rickety figure was no longer rickety, but slowly straightened up.

As soon as he stepped out, golden light suddenly appeared, and the old man's figure was shrouded in golden light, as if a heavenly being had descended into the world.

"Little King of Hell, I haven't seen him for a thousand years."

"I want a few people from you today!"

A majestic, angry and undeniable voice came out.

That was the old man's voice. Wang Yang was extremely familiar with this voice.

At this moment, Wang Yang's eyes suddenly brightened, and a sense of awe rose in his heart.

He knew that this was Boss Zhang's arrangement.

Such a generous move must be Boss Zhang’s arrangement!

Just when Wang Yang thought that Zhang Ye's arrangements were over, Old Man Jinguang's funeral was at its climax.

I saw that behind the old man, a real and illusory bluestone road emerged.

When he saw the illusory [Fengdu City] appear, Wang Yang's eyes couldn't help but widen with horror.

this……

If the golden light is a special effect or a blinding trick, this can be explained.

But this [Fengdu City], the bluestone road behind the old man leading to [Fengdu City], and the flowers on both sides of the road...

How to explain these!

But all that doesn't matter now.

Wang Yang smiled, the corners of his mouth under the oxygen mask raised upwards, his eyebrows curved into a crescent shape, his expression full of joy.

The funeral of the comrade-in-arms was "splendid", just as Boss Zhang said.

For his comrades, he held a funeral that was unforgettable for everyone, so that they could be buried in glory and return in glory!

No regrets anymore... He has no regrets anymore...

Except for not being able to cook the noodles himself when the old man was late...he, Wang Yang, could let go of everything in his heart.

Knock knock knock——

At this moment.

There was a knock on the door.

The soldier sitting by the bed put down his cell phone, stood up solemnly, and walked toward the door.

Opening the door, there was no one at the door.

When the soldier was puzzled, he lowered his head and looked down.

Someone put a plastic bag containing a takeaway with noodles.

The soldier was even more confused and bent down to pick up the takeaway.

There was a note on it.

[Give it to Wang Yang and tell him that this is his bowl of Yangchun noodles. 】

The soldier was stunned, looked at the note above, immediately took the takeaway, turned and walked towards the ward.

When he came to the bedside, the soldier raised the takeaway noodle he was holding.

"Wang Yang, Wang Yang! Someone brought you Yangchun noodles! They said this is your bowl!"

Hear this.

Wang Yang, who slowly closed his eyes, suddenly opened them.

He looked at the plastic bag in the soldier's hand and inside, the takeout box containing Yangchun noodles.

A tear slipped down the corner of his eye.

His face has arrived...

This time, I really can leave without regrets.

drop--

Next to the hospital bed, the electrocardiogram instrument placed on the table made a long, flat sound.

Suddenly, there was chaos in the hospital.

Wang Yang, on the other hand, closed his eyes, stayed away from the noise, and went to gather with his comrades.

…

Memorial Garden.

On a high slope thousands of meters away from the funeral.

Zhang Ye held a black umbrella and glanced at the message from the Last Wish app.

[The client, Wang Yang, passed away. 】

Putting down his phone, he looked in the direction of the funeral again.

Zhang Ye had a panoramic view of the scene where the old man stepped on the golden light, the real and illusory [Fengdu City], and finally the scene where the old man and [Fengdu City] messaged together.

This is a funeral that the attendees will never forget, a funeral that makes the deceased glorious, and a funeral that allows the client to leave this world with no regrets.

Through the telescope, I looked at the smiles on the five tombstones and recalled Wang Yang's smile in my mind.

Zhang Ye smiled, turned around, and walked down the slope in the opposite direction.

Jingle Bell--

Just at this moment, Zhang Ye's phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at the number on the caller ID.

It’s Yanjing City’s phone number.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Ye answered the phone.

He did not speak immediately, but listened quietly to the voice on the other side.

However, the man didn't speak on the phone.

After a long time, I heard someone murmuring on the other end of the phone.

"This call...is this how it was made...is it connected?"

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Ye smiled and said: "Mr. An, I am Zhang Ye. Did you call me for something?"

"Hey, young man, I'm being rude because I'm an old man. I'm calling you. I want to invite you to come over. Ahem, cough, cough, is that okay?"

On the other end of the phone, An Pingjie smiled and coughed from time to time.

"Okay, old man, I just finished handling the matter here, and I'm going to see you." Zhang Ye responded.

Hearing this, An Pingjie laughed several times on the phone: "Hahaha, okay, then I'll be at home, waiting to come!"

Afterwards, An Pingjie hung up the phone.

The smile on Zhang Ye's face faded and he looked at the phone that had been hung up.

Mr. An, he must have had a premonition.

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