Chapter 236, Professional Team

Rumor has it that the soul will return in seven days.

Seven days after Zhang Dong's death, the evil ghost will revive and return as a real ghost.

It is a very scary ghost that can wipe out all the supernatural ghosts.

Beat all ghosts back to their original form and make them freeze.

Funerals require etiquette.

Before the return of the spirit, filial sons and daughters need to wear linen clothes, and after the return of the spirit they need to wear mourning clothes.

During the mourning period, you cannot wear colorful clothes, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the deceased.

However, when Zhang Dong died, his son Zhang Xianguang was not present.

So there are no filial sons and filial daughters who wear filial piety.

Ultimately this step can only be skipped.

Yunming is not in the funeral business, so coffining and funeral are relatively unfamiliar words to him.

However, Zhangdong cannot miss the auspicious day, so professional people are needed.

Professional team, worth having.

Yun Ming reached into his pocket, fumbled around for a while, and took out a business card.

It was a business card written entirely in English, and it was the business card of a professional funeral team.

There is a phone number at the bottom of the business card, and at the top are the seven members of the professional team.

All members are black.

This is the professional team that once went viral on the Internet, the black people carrying coffins.

"Be thankful! Zhang Dong, I will invite the most professional funeral team for you and ensure that your funeral will be a beautiful one."

Yun Ming spread out his hands, his face full of excitement.

As for the pattern of killing here.

As long as Yun Ming is here, all rules of killing are not rules.

The old king is dead and the new king should be appointed.

Yunming is the new king.

Afterwards, Yun Ming's figure disappeared. He opened the ghost realm and left here, going abroad, preparing to invite a professional team to help with the funeral.

With Yunming's disappearance, people around him began to explore the old house.

The layout and decoration of the house are not much different from most ordinary houses.

It’s just that the style is from the last century and it can isolate the influence of supernatural forces.

As long as you touch this house, the ghost in your body will become silent, as if this house is a powerful ghost.

Not long after, Yunming brought seven black people to Zhangdong’s old house.

The old house was still as quiet as usual, with no supernatural events occurring.

Yang Jian planned to take turns keeping watch with other messengers.

But when he saw the seven black people that Yun Ming brought back, he was a little surprised!
"Yunming, what are you doing?"

"Professional team, you know."

The seven black men were wearing black suits that were exactly the same color as their skin, and sunglasses on their faces. Their expressions were extremely solemn and serious, which was a sign of respect for the dead.

They wore black top hats and spoke fluent Chinese.

"Gentlemen, we are a professional team. Please trust us."

The slightly plump black man who was in the lead walked up and spoke to everyone very seriously.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly.

"No way!"

"Don't worry, it's a professional team."

Yun Ming gave Yang Jian a reassuring look.

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Two very strong men from the professional team began to clean up everything around, and then carried the vermilion lacquered coffin from the back hall to the front hall.

Generally speaking, burial requires wearing shrouds first and then placing the body in an ice coffin, but apparently these things are not available here, so there is no choice but to bury the body first.

We can't just leave the body in the middle of the lobby forever.

A vermilion coffin was placed in the center of the hall, and inside it lay the body of an old man in a black gown. The old man had his hands on his stomach, a pillow on his head, and his hands and feet tied with hemp ropes.

At this point, the filial sons and daughters should have been asked to come back to mourn, but now there is no need for that.

Yun Ming glanced at Zhou Deng, who was acting a little dishonestly beside him.

"Give me a piece of yellow paper."

The tone was calm, but it brooked no rejection.

Zhou Deng scratched his head and took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket.

"Hehe, it was originally yours."

Yunming took the yellow paper and covered Zhang Dong's face with it.

It is also a custom to cover the face with yellow paper. As the body is put into the coffin, the red lanterns at the door of the old house turn white, which is a signal that the funeral is about to begin.

The time soon came to 12pm.

Suddenly, the sound of wind was heard outside. The wind was wandering freely in the woods, passing through the gaps and buildings.

The whistling sound of the wind is like crying. No, it is just crying.

Crying at a funeral.

The change has begun.

The seven black men placed various things on the mourning hall without any fear.

A table was placed in front of the coffin, on which was placed Zhang Dong's portrait, and an incense burner was placed in the middle of the portrait.

Ghosts are crying, the old house is crying.

The king of the old era is gone.

A dozen or twenty people.

It was impossible to tell how many people's cries were mixed together.

There were sounds of terror mixed in with the crying.

Keep vigil, cry at funeral, pay condolences...

The old house is relatively safe during the day, but at night it is haunted by ghosts.

But so what?

Yun Ming just stood here and suppressed all the ghosts. They didn't dare to move at all.

I can only cry from afar and wait for the changes in the ancient house.

Time keeps passing.

The wailing became quieter.

The atmosphere in the lobby was very heavy, as if it were a real funeral.

At the door, an old man appeared, holding a suona.

There is a loudspeaker next to it.

When the suona sounds, even ghosts will cry.

Funeral song.

Up.

“Ding ding ding ding ding….”

A broken liver and intestines.

The sound of ghosts sobbing in the wind and the heart-wrenching sound of suona.

At this moment, the funeral atmosphere reached its climax.

This old man is a funeral clerk in the village. Whenever there is a funeral, he will be invited to play the suona.

This old man has quite high skills.

He could play almost any song that was commonly used in funerals, including funeral processions, mourning songs, burial songs, and the Seven Stages of Crying.

Yang Jian sat in the hall with a frown on his face.

He always felt that this would trigger some bad changes, but these changes were not dangerous.

Zhou Deng grabbed a handful of melon seeds from somewhere.

"If it weren't for the strange atmosphere here, I would have thought I was attending an ordinary funeral."

"Just don't mess around and watch!"

Yang Jian always felt that Zhou Deng would do something bad.

The old house was busy with a funeral. After the old man played a tune, he felt a little thirsty, so he took a sip of water from his thermos cup and continued to play.

One song after another, accompanied by crying, it creates a quite atmosphere.

Time passed like this, two days passed.

I kept vigil for two days, cried for two days, and blew the trumpet for two days.

The professional team learned the funeral rituals of Eastern countries, and they were outside announcing the death by beating gongs and drums.

Occasionally, evil spirits would appear around, but they would ignore them.

Gradually, some ghosts appeared around.

This is mourning.

During the funeral ceremony, the relatives and friends of the deceased will come to the funeral of the deceased.

Paying respect to the deceased is also a way of seeing the deceased for the last time.

But the ones who came to mourn for Zhang Dong were a group of ghosts, a group of extremely terrifying and evil ghosts.

If it were just Yang Jian and the others, these evil spirits would not be able to help but kill them.

But Yunming was here and he suppressed everything.

These ghosts could only wander around quietly and dared not come forward.

(End of this chapter)