I secretly glanced at Yu Longting, who was working as a handyman beside me. I didn't feel sorry for him at all; instead, the family atmosphere seemed so warm that I wished to live like this forever. "Wow, so many things, no wonder it took two big bags; are these all to deal with Qingyang?"
"To deal with Qingyang, it's not about the tools, but the brain." Qing Li tapped her temple and suddenly gave me a mysterious smile. "You'll know by tonight; these things are meant for you and the boss."
In the afternoon, when we returned to the old mansion inn, the mourning hall was fully set up.
The white silk and incense candles looked truly eerie.
Especially that huge coffin, propped up high by a dozen stools.
Red silk covered the stools; with the red silk paired with the white silk, it gave a somewhat sinister air.
As if something monstrous was sealed inside the coffin, so they used red to suppress the evil spirits.
