"Since you have this doubt, let's do an autopsy. If there is nothing wrong with the old man's body, it will prove your innocence."

Hearing this, Wen Qi almost laughed out of anger. They didn't do anything, so what was there to prove their innocence? At this time, someone else raised a question, "But... Feng Ce's wife is a heavenly master, so a normal autopsy wouldn't reveal anything, right?"

Wen Qi's eyes fell precisely on the man who had spoken, and he said coldly, "From what you said, it seems that you have already determined what I did to Grandpa?"

The man turned away with a wry smile and muttered, "That's not what I meant. I'm just trying to get back on track."

Feng Ce spoke again, "Those who agree to the autopsy should stand on one side with that idiot, and those who disagree should go to the other side."

Everyone looked at each other again, what was he going to do? Feng Ce curled his lips, his smile not reaching his eyes, "I have to see who are the people who care so much about Grandpa's affairs."

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that Feng Ce was blatantly holding a grudge, but those who were blinded by interests, like those possessed by demons, all walked towards the young man.

Feng Ce waited patiently until the crowd in the mourning hall was divided into two distinct groups. Then he said, "There are quite a few people."

"Everyone is concerned about the old man." An elder from the side branch sighed, "After the examination, if the old man really died of natural causes, we can rest assured."

Feng Ce nodded, his eyes grim as he said, "If you want an autopsy, you can. Once the medical examiner proves that grandpa died of natural causes, I will make every one of you leave the house empty-handed."

As soon as these words were spoken, there were sounds of people gasping in the mourning hall.

Those who did not request an autopsy were very happy. They knew that Feng Ce was not so easy to mess with. Especially since the old man had just passed away, Feng Ce was in a very bad mood! Isn't it just a punching bag? Those who requested an autopsy turned pale in an instant. The elder shouted: "You can't do that! There are so many of us. If we all die, it will affect the Feng family!"

Feng Xiao calmed down a little and sneered at what he said, "Don't be so self-righteous. It's as if you have made any contribution to the Feng family. You are a bunch of parasites."

"...No, no, I won't do it anymore! I quit!" someone shouted in panic.

The person next to him slapped him, "What's the point of quitting now? Do you think Feng Ce will let you go? Stop dreaming!"

"What should we do?" Everyone panicked.

"For now, we can only give it a try and take a gamble. Maybe there really is something wrong with the cause of the old man's death."

There are professional forensic doctors in the funeral home. Outsiders are not allowed to be present during the forensic autopsy, and everyone has to wait in the mourning hall.

During this period, the elder also invited a very famous Taoist priest to determine the metaphysical cause of death, and hinted that if he could determine it, he would receive a very generous reward.

The Heavenly Master was naturally very tempted, but after arriving and seeing Wen Qi, he put away all his little thoughts - who would dare to do something shady in front of the Heavenly Master Wen? He still wanted to be in the metaphysical world in the future! While waiting for the results, everyone felt like they were living a miserable life, especially the group of Feng family members who requested an autopsy.

After the forensic doctor came out, everyone gathered around him, pushing Wen Qi, Feng Ce and the others to the back.

The forensic doctor was wearing a mask, so his expression could not be seen clearly. He said in a very indifferent tone: "The deceased died of a heart attack. It was a sudden symptom and it was consistent with the characteristics of natural death."

"Impossible!" The elder from the side branch who strongly requested an autopsy could not accept it at all.

The others stood there with pale faces and buzzing heads.

The young man who had shouted at the beginning fell to the ground and muttered to himself: "This is different from what we agreed on..."

"Master!" The elder grabbed the Heavenly Master like a life-saving straw and said anxiously: "Master! You must help me!"

After the old man's body was cleaned up and pushed out again, the Taoist priest took a closer look and said with a cough, "No problem, it was indeed a natural death."

Hearing this, the elder felt dizzy, staggered, and fainted.

Wen Qi sneered, "You fainted at the right time."

Those who wanted to follow suit were all discouraged by this sentence, and some who were about to faint did not dare to do so.

After negotiating with the forensic pathologist, the police educated the people who called the police and then left.

As soon as the surroundings became quiet, a group of burly men in black suits rushed in, carrying out all the people who had just requested an autopsy one by one.

In an instant, half of the mourning hall was empty.

Feng Ce walked forward slowly and said calmly, "The ceremony continues."

As for those who were kicked out, they dared not speak out, and they were all thinking about their own way out. Some people had already started to plan to sell their shares before the news spread, and to withdraw voluntarily, which was better than being kicked out.

Some people who were not very smart thought that if they refused to cooperate, Feng Ce could still seize their shares. They were also protected by the law! After picking up the ashes, everyone moved to the cemetery.

According to the standards in the minds of the world, Feng Ce reserved a very luxurious cemetery for the old man, with steps, fences, and beautiful scenery.

The ashes were placed in the pit, and everyone came forward to offer white flowers. Finally, the pit was filled with soil and the roof was sealed. The whole ceremony was over.

The memorial service was held the next day. In addition to the Feng family, a group of old friends led by Mr. Xing also came.

In fact, this group of elderly people are the most difficult to accept. The wish of "not one less person" on the birthday party day seems to still echo in their ears, interacting with the scene in front of them, which seems outrageous no matter how they look at it.

It's like a dream, hard to believe.

Old Xing seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, as if Old Man Feng had passed away, taking away a bit of his energy and spirit as well.

Some people who have cooperated with Feng's company also arrived, as well as Wen Qi's friends, some of Feng Xiao's business partners, and drivers from the club. Everyone who could come came.

There were people all the time during the entire memorial service, from morning till night.

As the eldest grandson, Feng Ce had been standing in the mourning hall in an orderly manner. Wen Qi would occasionally move around to greet and see off guests, but Feng Ce had never moved. Whenever someone came to burn incense, he would bow with an expressionless face, and people were so scared that they didn't dare to talk to him much.

Wen Qi wanted to ask him what was wrong several times, but because there were outsiders around, she never asked.

It was not until the evening, when the last group of people had left, that Wen Qi asked quietly, "Why do you have a dull face? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Ce opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "I seem to understand what separation of life and death means."

Wen Qi burst into tears instantly. She raised her hands and hugged Feng Ce, "Don't be sad. I'm still here for you."