That is his private cemetery

Two days later, Saturday.

At five o'clock in the morning, in the dim bedroom, the alarm clock rang quickly.

Li Qiao reached out his white arm and turned off the alarm clock, and then opened his red eyes.

Outside the window, the sound of rain was gurgling, and the foggy sky filled the city with dampness.

At 5:20, Li Qiao dressed neatly and stepped into the rain with an umbrella while her family hadn't gotten up.

At this time, at the intersection of the second red street light on Huanan Road, an old-fashioned Santana had already parked on the muddy street waiting.

In less than ten minutes, Li Qiao appeared in the rearview mirror.

She walked in a serious black suit and black trousers under an umbrella, opened the door of the co-pilot, closed the umbrella and bowed into the car, and nodded to Mo Qi.

On the back seat, Zhong Jiugong half-closed his eyes, lifted his eyelids to look at the movement, and said, "Let's go, go straight."

Today, Nanyangshan Funeral Home has a special funeral ceremony.

It takes about an hour to drive from the wealthy area of ​​Huanan Road to Nanyang Mountain.

The road is wet and slippery on rainy days, so Mo Qi's driving speed is not fast or slow, and is very stable.

The co-pilot, Li Qiao supported the door frame with her elbows, her fingertips against her lips, and the silence and coldness that did not fit her age revealed between her eyebrows and eyes.

Mo Qi occasionally glanced at her secretly, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.

On the eve of every mortuary work, Junior Sister Li always suppressed her emotions in this way, but she refused to say anything.

...

About an hour and a half later, the Santana sedan arrived near Nanyang Mountain.

Nanyang Mountain, located in the outer ring of the city, became more verdant and quiet under the baptism of rain. A winding path in the forest, turning left in the middle is the Nanyang Mountain Funeral Management Center.

When the car stopped, Li Qiao and others wore black masks as usual.

When the three of them got off the bus, employees from the management center came to greet them.

The sky was gloomy, and Li Qiao and Mo Qi walked into the reception room behind Zhong Jiugong.

At this time, the employees respectfully handed a record book to Zhong Jiugong, and said: "Jiu Gong, this is the information of the deceased. He was twenty-three years old. It was an accidental death."

"What about the family members? What are the special requirements?" Zhong Jiugong flipped through the record book, his eyes calm and peaceful.

Upon hearing this, the employees sneered, pretending to look mysteriously at the closed reception door behind them, and subconsciously lowered their voice, "I heard that there are no family members, but they were beaten to death."

Zhong Jiugong frowned, not too surprised at the cause of death of the deceased, but tapped on the table with his fingertips, "If there is no family member, who will sign the relevant procedures? You..."

"Don't worry, Jiu Gong, although there are no family members, but... this person is not small. It is the master who gave him the funeral. After the ceremony, he will be sent to the Nanyangshan Cemetery for burial."

The staff was serious about the matter. When they said 'that man', they also gave two gestures in the direction of Nanyang Mountain with their thumbs up.

Is there a cemetery on Nanyang Mountain?

Probably because of his curiosity, Mo Qi gathered in front of Zhong Jiugong and asked in a low voice, "Teacher, where is the Nanyang Mountain Cemetery? I haven't heard of it before."

Zhong Jiugong glanced at him, "The one who lives in the Nanyang Mansion knows it? The Nanyang Mountain Cemetery is his private cemetery."

Mo Qi was stunned for three seconds, then took a breath of air-conditioning in a daze, "Shang, Shang..."

After discussing for a long time, he still didn't dare to say the name that lingered on his lips.

No wonder the Nanyang Funeral Management Center today looks much quieter than usual. The young man who died seems to have a lot of background.

At this time, when Li Qiao heard their conversation, her eyes exposed outside the mask couldn't help being surprised.

Are the young people who died unexpectedly from Shang Yu?