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Chapter 27 027.【Ghost】

Qiao Mu stood at the door of the funeral home and thought about it.

He walked directly into the funeral home.

Looking at the front desk, there are no rules here, only a price list, and the front desk guy who is playing with his mobile phone.

This made Qiao Mu feel a little uncomfortable.

He went to the bathroom, washed his face, fixed his hair, and smiled in the mirror.

Qiao Mu in the mirror also smiled at him.

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The man in a suit looked at Qiao Mu suspiciously, wondering what he was laughing at.

"I just came out of the crematorium, so I'm a little unaccustomed to it."

Qiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief and explained with a smile.

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The man's doubts deepened, and he left in a hurry without even wiping his hands.

Qiao Mu didn't care. He had to find a way to go back, otherwise he would have to spend a whole day in the funeral home again today.

Arriving at the mourning hall, Qiao Mu saw a few big characters.

Memorial service for Aiko XXX.

In order to protect the privacy of the deceased, he mosaicd the other person's name.

There were several people in black suits standing at the door, with solemn expressions.

Qiao Mu cleared his throat and walked over with a solemn expression.

He and the man in charge of reception looked at each other and bowed seriously.

Although the man didn't know Qiao Mu, he felt sad when he saw his solemn and serious expression. He sniffed and nodded in return.

Qiao Mu walked into the mourning hall and saw the family members of the deceased standing on both sides, thanking those who came to express their condolences one by one.

He queued up behind the others, listened to a few casual gossips, and learned that the business of the funeral parlor was booming recently, and it was impossible to do anything simple, so he made the arrangements now.

It's not that there was any strange incident, it's just that a fire broke out in a building in Jiangcheng two days ago, resulting in the death of many people. The funeral home was suddenly overloaded. It was considered respectable to have a memorial service, and some residents were burned to death. Some of the corpses are still lying in the morgue without other family members coming to collect them.

Qiao Mu looked at the portrait. The deceased was quite young, in his twenties.

"It's so tragic to die so young."

"I heard that he was burned to death directly and his face was unrecognizable. The only way to find out his identity was through an autopsy."

"His parents are so pitiful."

"What a pity. They are the landlords of that building. If it hadn't been for illegal reconstruction and group renting, how could it have caught fire and not been able to escape?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't talk behind your back, and be careful of ghosts knocking on the door at night."

"I heard that this time a tenant on the road wanted to cancel the lease. He wanted to take away the deposit and came to the house to break it up. That's why the fire broke out."

"If he didn't come to this damn place so early for the sake of his parents, who would come?"

"Let's keep our mouths shut, we're almost here."

Qiao Mu looked at the portrait on the coffin.

[He caused a fire, damn rich second generation, oh, he's dead, that's okay. 】

In the field of vision, bright red words surrounded the portrait.

After hearing these discussions and seeing these words, Qiao Mu felt a little bit deserved.

Soon, it was time to offer his condolences.

Qiao Mu and several young people, none of whom knew anyone, bowed towards Coffin Three.

His expression was solemn, as if the person lying in the coffin was his own child, which was very moving.

Of course, the corpse lying in the coffin had long been burned to the ground, and not even the undertaker could save it, so he had to use flowers to block it.

When it came time for family members to answer gifts, Qiao Mu saw that the people in front of him who had been chatting with each other were all wearing masks, with sad expressions.

"My condolences." "Please have my condolences." "He will bless you in heaven." "Live a good life."

Words like this kept coming.

Qiao Mu also came to the parents.

He thought about it and felt that ordinary words of comfort were a bit perfunctory.

"Please don't be sad."

Qiao Mu held the father's hand and spoke solemnly.

"Looking at the bright side, he was burned to death and will be cremated faster later."

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The father was stunned. He looked at Qiao Mu and found that he had no impression of this person at all. Judging from his age, he seemed to be his son's friend.

As for what Qiao Mu said, the father had not yet had time to understand.

Qiao Mu had already held the next person's hand.

"Please have my condolences. You can't see his face clearly anyway. Rounding it off, your son is not dead yet."

he said to the mother of the deceased.

The haggard woman was stunned when she heard Qiao Mu's words, and didn't even realize what they meant.

After Qiao Mu finished explaining to the relatives of the deceased one by one, the father came back to his senses. He frowned, slightly angry, and was about to call Qiao Mu.

But Qiao Mu returned to that heavy look, which made people sad just by looking at him, and he could no longer think about other things.

The father could only stand there blankly, watching Qiao Mu leave.

"Is this the power of [The Ghost]?"

Qiao Mu followed the young people out of the funeral home and sighed secretly.

Just now, he had used the power of [Dark Ghost] to prevent the parents from thinking of beating Qiao Mu.

"I can spread the emotions, feelings and experiences I feel, and apply them to other people, making them feel the same, and these emotions will also be fed back to myself, becoming the power of [the ghost]."

Qiao Mu followed these people onto the bus and sat in the last row.

The so-called "ghost" means that when you are hurt, you also want to make people close to you hurt in the same way. The abnormality anchored by Qiao Mu originally caused the victim to constantly draw other people in and let them suffer together. After anchoring, the pollution decreased and it became what it is now.

After a while, the bus started moving, and a carload of people staggered onto the road.

Qiao Mu's guess was correct. The bus indeed drove to a place where the banquet was served, an ordinary hotel.

In just one train ride, Qiao Mu was chatting and laughing with the others, as if they had known each other for a long time.

After all, Qiao Mu can infect other people with his happiness, making them feel happy talking to Qiao Mu no matter what, so they naturally talk more and more.

Conversations often focus more on emotion than content.

Just like a girl who likes you will be interested in you no matter how boring the topic is, but a girl who doesn't like you may be indifferent to your sweet talk.

In any case, Qiao Mu felt that this ability was really good for him who was afraid of society.

He also asked about the funeral parlor by the way, and then he was surprised to find that a tragedy did occur at the Jiangcheng City Funeral Parlor many years ago. At that time, the funeral parlor was robbed by unknown persons, a large amount of property was lost, and many people were missing.

Thinking about it now, I am afraid that Chen Qixing, Yan Ling and others were the prisoners at that time. They were captured by the anomaly and eventually became prisoners in the funeral parlor.

Fortunately, they met Qiao Mu and they were able to rest in peace.

After finishing the meal, Qiao Mu was satisfied.

He said goodbye to his "friends" and walked out of the hotel.

A shadow fell on Qiao Mu's face. He looked up and saw a man in a suit hanging from the street lamp in front of the hotel.

The man's eyes were red, his mouth was half open, and his tongue was sticking out. His neck was black and blue, and his legs were hanging like clothes blown by the wind.

Qiao Mu withdrew his gaze, took two steps, and suddenly stopped again, following the original trajectory and retreating exactly as if he were traveling backwards.

Raising his head, Qiao Mu looked at the hung man.

"It's you?"

Qiao Mu discovered that this was the person he saw in the news while surfing the Internet, the owner of a food factory.

This boss has made some very unreasonable capitalist remarks before, but now he is really hanging from a street lamp?

Qiao Mu took out his mobile phone and searched the Internet for news related to food factories.

I discovered that my boss had just attended a corporate meeting and took photos with other people. His smile was bright and he didn’t look like he was hanging from a street lamp at all.

He looked up again to confirm.

[This is the punishment he deserves, hehe, the view from here must be very good. 】

The bright red text crawled slowly along the rope hanging from the man's neck.

"Um"

Qiao Mu decided to press it down temporarily. After all, judging from Su Hong's performance, he should not be able to see the capitalists hanging these street lamps.

Even Su Hong can't see it, which means that these things are already very deep. In other words, they cannot affect ordinary people.

He checked the route back to the editorial office on a map and quickly got on a bus.