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Shanghai, the Holy Trinity Church.

The huge Goethe church with red walls and bricks, a huge prototype tower, stands in the urban jungle of reinforced glass.

It has become one of the rare focus of attention in this city.

It was built in 1869 by a famous British builder.

According to this rumor, the church, known as the closest place to heaven, has now...had gone through one hundred and fifty years of wind and rain.

Years honed, but it still stands.

Outside the church, hundreds of year-old phoenix trees are planted on both sides, and the green phoenix trees envelop the entire church under the lush greenery.

However, the Holy Trinity Church at this time is completely different from the past.

The whole church is hung with snow-white cotton, linen silk and satin, forming a white palace.

As you can see, the steps of the church, up to the gate, all the way to the wall of the building.

They are all embellished with white edelweiss.

This is the color of funeral.

The whole church was dressed up in white.

Just to organize a funeral for the second son of Huang...Huang Honghui.

The Second Young Master Huang died suddenly, and it has been nearly half a month since his death.

But the corpse has been kept in ice and has not been buried.

Now, finally, it's time to decide to go to the soil and be buried.

One after another, the precious and luxury cars slowly approached from the phoenix tree-lined road in the distance.

These are all invited guests to attend the funeral of Huang Er Gongzi.

All the visiting guests were dressed in black attire.

On each person's sleeve, there is a snow-white funeral flower for rebirth.

According to folklore, there is a mourning flower pinned on the sleeve, which can send the deceased, walk down Huangquan Road with peace of mind, and rebirth in bliss.

This is a kind of respect and prayer for the dead.

The guests dressed in black, with solemn expressions, step by step, slowly walked towards the ninety-nineth floor.

On the steps of the entire church, almost... a flow of people has formed.

There are constant convoys coming.

Guests continue to step up the steps.

However, at today's funeral, Huang Zhengming, the head of the family, was not there.

It was the old butler of the Huang family, Huang Zhong, standing in front of the auditorium, greeting all the guests.

"I have seen Huang Guanshi, and the sorrows have changed smoothly." The guests bowed their bodies respectfully and saluted Huang Zhong at the entrance of the auditorium.

Then, under Huang Zhong's nod, he slowly walked into the auditorium.

However, when the guests walked into the auditorium, everyone...subconsciously...stretched out their hands and covered their noses.

Because, in the air of the entire auditorium, there is a faint smell of corpses!

In front of the huge church, there is... a huge golden dragon ice coffin!

However, Huang Honghui's body was lying quietly in the ice coffin.

He is the second son of the Huang family.

Once, arrogant, proud of Shanghai.

Now, it can only be... the corpse in the ice coffin has become... a name from the past.

Half a month ago, before Huang Honghui died, he would never have thought... that he would die so early.

die young.

Moreover, he died in his own home.

His body was already a little rotten and smelly at this time.

The corpse had been placed for half a month, even if it was an ice coffin, it could not be preserved.

The skin on the body was already wrinkled, and yellow-brown pus overflowed. That is a sign of skin decay.

Even on the face, the skin was already wrinkled, and rotting blood overflowed in the closed eyes.

And the deep scar on his neck is even more permeating.

Although the corpse beautician has put on makeup, but... it is difficult to hide the scars.

And that disgusting corpse smell came from here.

Although, the ice coffin has been covered with a transparent glass cover.

But it was still the same, unable to hide the disgusting smell of rotting corpses.

"The corpse of the son is in the front, pay respects, and then take a seat."

Next to the auditorium, the emcee of the Huang family dignified the order of the scene and motioned to the new guests to come forward and salute the remains.

The guests looked complicated and unbearable, holding back the disgusting corpse odor, and slowly stepped forward.

If it weren't for the funeral of the Huang family, they wouldn't want to come forward at all.

Every time he took a step forward, the smell of the corpse rose to the sky.

That's true, the smell that makes the stomach tumble and vomits.

A group of guests looked weird and resisted... and walked to the ice coffin platform.

Then, bowing respectfully, lit three high incense sticks on the deceased.

Since ancient times, customs have been rumored.

When the deceased passed away, three high incenses were placed on him, which represented... to lead the way on the Yellow Spring Road.

The first incense, respect the sky.

The second incense, respectfully.

The third incense, respect the ancestors.

Ignite the three incense sticks to bless the deceased... On the Yellow Spring Road in Hell, I can walk safely and steadily, and have a smooth journey.

Therefore, lighting three incenses can bless the deceased on the road with peace of mind.

Every guest at the scene was holding back the smell of corpses. Step forward and light incense.

After lighting the incense, the guests hurriedly retreated from the ice coffin as if avoiding ghosts.

Everyone is holding back.

Finally, a woman couldn't bear the smell of the corpse soaring to the sky. With a ‘vomit’, the stomach churned out...a brain spit out.

Huh~! The expressions of all the guests present changed.

This, this woman... is over.

Sure enough, the faces of the members of the Huang family waiting by the side were as cold as cold!

"Outrageous! Presumptuous! Dare to insult the second son's mourning hall?!"

A group of members of the Huang family were angry and rushed forward, kicking the woman to the ground directly.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean it...Uh..." The woman lay on the ground in horror and begged for mercy, but before she could get up, one of her arms was severely severed by a member of the Huang family.

The sound of broken bones can be heard clearly in everyone's ears.

The woman howled in pain.

Then, members of the Huang family dragged her hair directly and dragged her into the back door of the church...

In the presence, all the guests did not even dare to breathe.

Everyone knows that that woman...I am afraid that she will never come out alive again.

Today, the last funeral of the second son of the Huang family. She vomited out of control...whether it was intentional or unintentional, she...will definitely die.

Inside the church, the atmosphere became weird and heavy.

All the guests were sitting on the church seats in a panic.

This funeral is comparable to life and death.

If you are not careful, you might...be slaughtered by the Huang family.

The guests present, no one dare to offend.

However, at the same time.

Outside the Holy Trinity Church, a white Toyota Elfa nanny car is slowly approaching from a distance.

The nanny car braked and stopped in front of the church.

The door opened, and Zhou Ruotong slowly stepped out of the car, wearing a snow-white gauze dress.

Although she painted delicate light makeup on her face, she was faintly helpless.

As the host of a well-known TV station in Shanghai and Shanghai, she couldn't escape the funeral at all.

The Huang family, named Dao surname, asked her to come personally to preside over the funeral.

Therefore, she has no choice at all.

"Miss Zhou, why is it so late? The funeral is about to begin." A steward of the Huang family stepped forward with an unhappy expression.

"Sorry, there is a traffic jam on the road." Zhou Ruotong leaned slightly and apologized.

"Don't rely on your little star's air to be complacent." The Huang family steward looked indifferent and threatened.

"Today's funeral must be hosted by the Huang family. If there is a mistake, your name will not appear in this Jiangnan city from now on."

This is not a threat.

But choice.

If the host is good, then she can still stay in this Shanghai market.

If there is a fault in the host, then her Zhou Ruotong will no longer appear in this city.

When hearing this sentence, Zhou Ruotong's pretty face became a little embarrassed.

She couldn't avoid this host, let alone the opportunity to choose.

She didn't answer, she just bypassed the steward, stepped on high heels, forced her breath, and walked into the church...

The huge retro Goethe church is constantly visited by guests.

Rows of luxury cars blocked almost the entire long street of several kilometers.

However, the church building, on top of a tower nearly thirty meters high.

Huang Zhengming was standing in front of the tower's observatory, draped in a white robe, with his hands behind his back.

His long hair floats in the wind with a trace of terrible breath.

His eyes were dark and deep, slowly... staring at the tree-lined road below.

He is waiting.

Wait, those two...the prey about to come.

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