Yin Shisan was not sure, so he asked, "How about we wait and see?"

Without waiting for Feng Ce to express his opinion, Old Man Feng waved his hand and said, "No need, I think this place is good." He even started to plan, "Put a rattan chair in the study, the bedroom lacks a wardrobe, and how can there be no bathtub in the wash area?"

Wen Qi and Feng Ce looked at each other and had to compromise, for the old man's safety and in order not to spoil his fun.

"You can buy these if you have money!" Yin Shisan was relieved and said enthusiastically, "I have nothing to do anyway, how about I take you to the market?"

The market is located on the central street of the outer city. It is a wide street that is a kilometer long, with shops on both sides. You can find anything you want to buy here.

They had already bought all the supplies for their new house before they were halfway through the shopping. After bringing them back to the house and putting them together a bit, the house that originally looked unsatisfactory suddenly felt like home.

Old Master Feng was really satisfied this time. He nodded repeatedly and said it was good. Then he looked at Feng Ce and Wen Qi, "I also have a place to stay, and Yin Shisan is here to take care of me. You don't have to worry. Go back."

Feng Ce and Wen Qi originally planned to stay for a meal before leaving, but Old Man Feng was worried that staying in the underworld for too long would be harmful to their health, so he hurried them away.

Helplessly, Feng Ce left a sum of money for Old Man Feng before he left, "Buy whatever you want, we will visit you often."

Old Master Feng waved goodbye to them with a smile, and when the two of them really turned around and left, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Yin Shisan's eyes turned when he saw this, and he leaned closer and whispered, "Grandpa, do you know how to play mahjong? There's a mahjong parlor nearby. I'll take you there?"

Mr. Feng's eyes lit up, "Let's go!"

On the other side, Wen Qi and Feng Ce returned to Feng's house, entered his body skillfully, opened his eyes and started moving.

All in all, they had only been gone for a few hours, and the time was now less than one in the morning.

Wen Qi rubbed his stomach and said, "I'm hungry." Being hungry is an inevitable result of not sleeping in the middle of the night.

"Go down and see if there is anything to eat." Feng Ce said, "If not, I'll cook you a bowl of noodles."

Wen Qi followed Feng Ce downstairs like a little tail and was surprised to find Feng Xiao sitting alone in the living room drinking.

"You're back?" Feng Xiao wasn't surprised to see them. "Is Grandpa settled?"

Feng Ce nodded, frowned and said, "Drink less."

Feng Xiao lowered his eyes slightly, and his expression could not be seen clearly. "I know, there will be a funeral for grandpa tomorrow. I will just drink a glass. I feel sad."

Wen Qi blinked and asked, "Do you want to eat something? Feng Ce said he wants to cook noodles."

Feng Ce, who was walking in front, paused and turned his head to look over.

Wen Qi immediately smiled obediently and whispered, "Take care of your brother." Feng Xiao is not like them. He can go to the underworld to visit his grandfather at any time. It feels like he is settling down far away. Both sides know that there will be a chance to see each other again.

But for Feng Xiao, he will never see his grandfather again, who dislikes him in words but cares about him the most in his heart.

Feng Ce said nothing and turned to go to the kitchen.

Feng Xiao seemed to be a little drunk, and he uttered an "ah" before saying, "I want some noodles, thank you, brother."

Wen Qi shook his head, sat on the sofa and chatted with Feng Xiao for a while, and took away the unfinished wine in his hand.

Feng Xiao couldn't help but protest, "Sister-in-law, I'm really not drunk."

I don’t know if Feng Xiao heard it or not, but he really didn’t want it anymore. He closed his eyes and lay on the back of the sofa without moving.

After a while, Zhang Zhenyan came down, pointed at Feng Xiao, and asked silently: "Are you asleep?"

Wen Qi was not sure either and shrugged to indicate that he didn't know.

Zhang Zhenyan walked behind the sofa, touched Feng Xiao's face, and muttered in dissatisfaction, "Why did you drink so much?"

Feng Xiao's face brightened for a second, and he reiterated, "I'm not drunk."

Zhang Zhenyan didn't want to talk to him, so she walked over to sit next to Wen Qi and sighed, "It smells so good, big brother's cooking skills are really good."

Wen Qi smiled, "He's cooking noodles, do you want some?"

Zhang Zhenyan rubbed her stomach and shook her head, saying, "Forget it. Eating noodles in the middle of the night is the easiest way to gain weight." In order to divert attention, she took the initiative to talk about what happened after they went to the underworld. "Grandpa has been sent to the funeral home, and the Feng family's side branches have also been notified. Let's all go to the funeral home tomorrow to see Grandpa off for the last time."

"The memorial service will be held the day after tomorrow." Zhang Zhenyan said, "It will be held at the old house in the east of the city. There is a courtyard over there. Someone will come to set up the funeral tomorrow. We can go take a look when we come back from the funeral home."

Wen Qi nodded, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Zhenyan waved her hands. "What's so hard about this? We can't help with the things below, but we can't wait for you to come back to do the things above. It's just that we don't have experience, so we're afraid we can't do it well. Sister-in-law, you can go over and take a good look tomorrow."

Wen Qi smiled soothingly, "Okay, don't worry, it's not that bad."

After eating the noodles, the four of them went back to their rooms to wash up and rest.

At eight o'clock the next morning, the four of them, all dressed in black, took Yangyang to the funeral home.

The people from the Feng family's side branches were all present, and many people were confused. It had only been a few days since the birthday party, so how could this person just disappear? Even at this moment, they were still confused.

Just as Mr. Feng was about to be put into the furnace for cremation, a group of people rushed in from outside. The first few people were wearing uniform black suits and should be people from the Feng family's side branches, and the ones behind them were uniformed police officers.

Feng Ce's face was so cold that it looked like it was about to freeze. "If you have anything to say, wait until the ceremony is over before talking."

"No!" said one of the young men from the branch, "We suspect there is something fishy about Grandpa's death. We need an autopsy!"

Hearing this, Feng Ce's expression became even uglier. He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the man who spoke. He said in a deep voice: "Who gave you the confidence to make trouble at my grandfather's farewell ceremony? Get out!"

The young man couldn't help but shudder, and an uncontrollable fear rose in his heart. However, when he thought of the benefits he would get after the success, he still stiffened his neck and said, "I think you are guilty! Maybe you killed my grandfather!"

"Bullshit!" Feng Xiao took a step forward and raised his hand to hit someone, but was stopped by the policeman behind him.

The young man was fearless and shouted, "They are guilty! If you have the guts, let Grandpa undergo an autopsy! We have the right to know the truth!"

"Go fuck yourself!" Feng Xiaoqi's eyes were bloodshot. "Whoever dares to touch my grandpa, I will fight him to the death!"

The Feng family has many branches, and seeing this, some people actually showed hesitation.

Feng Ce took in all of this and asked in a cold voice, "Besides this idiot, is there anyone else who agrees with the autopsy?"