Chapter 112 Funeral

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Sun Jack sat woodenly inside the mourning hall, staring at the tablet hung on the wall, whose screensaver was a black and white screenshot of the Priest, smiling happily. This was the first time Sun Jack had seen such a joyful expression on his face.

As the view pulled back, King Kong, clad in a kasaya, struck the wooden fish with a sorrowful expression, chanting sutras to help the Priest's soul transcend. "Namo Amitabha..."

Behind him was a row of holographically projected monks, their chants emanating from the floating speakers, resonating with King Kong's sutras in waves.

Various holographically projected paper money continued to flutter down from the walls on either side.

AA, kneeling beside Sun Jack, was crying bitterly. She loudly wept as she picked up a paper-made vibrator and ball gag from beside her, continually placing them into the copper basin to burn.