All the shops in this furniture city were closed at the moment, and the lights in the corridor were not turned on, only the dim yellow fire emergency lights flickered occasionally.

In the corner of the furniture city, occasionally there were a few security guards with lazy faces squatting on the ground and smoking. When they saw Ye Hao, their eyes were a bit hazy.

Ye Hao didn't have the slightest interest in these security guards, but went straight to a hollow hall at the top of the only furniture city.

At this moment, the hall with the busiest crowds in the past is now extremely oppressive.

The lanterns and festoons around are all white lanterns and black cloth, but no matter how you look at it, it feels a bit nondescript.

And in the middle, there is a coffin made of golden nanmu, and at this moment, there is air-conditioning blowing around it.

Coupled with dim candlelight and enough air conditioning.

This place looks spooky, like a ghost land.

And in this place, the weirdest thing is a man wearing a white shirt, sitting on the ground.

His face was somewhat morbidly pale, and his body bones were also very weak, obviously injured by drinking and sex for a long time.

And there wasn't much sadness on his face, but a kind of unspeakable despair and insidiousness.

It's like a dying person whose last chance of life has been cut off.

Such people are often paranoid and crazy.

This son is the young master of this furniture city, the only son of the middle-aged lady who died in the police station, Qian Yixu.

At this moment, Qian Yixu seemed to have heard footsteps, raised his head and squinted at Ye Hao in front of him, something was flowing in his empty eyes.

Ye Hao looked at the posthumous photos and the incense burner in front of him calmly, put on a bunch of incense while standing, and politely took out two hundred yuan and handed it to the director, then his eyes fell on Qian Yixu, and said lightly: "Qian Yixu, you don't have much money, right?"

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, and the living should be stronger. I ask you to express your condolences."

"I am sorry for your loss?"

Qian Yixu looked at Ye Hao, and suddenly grinned, with a bit of madness in his smile.

"You are Ye Hao, right?"

"My mother's death has something to do with you, right?"

"Now, my mother is dead, and I'm going to hold a beautiful funeral for him."

"As a result, you ran to the door in a hurry!"

"What a pity!"

"I don't even need to prepare tribute!"

"Boys, raise soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a short time!"

"Chop him up and throw his head on it! Worship to my mother!"

Accompanied by Qian Yixu's stern shout, many security guards around stood up and stared at Ye Hao coldly.

These people are Qian Yixu's thugs on weekdays.

Although Qian Yixu is a waste, he is not bad to these subordinates. JrNovels.com