At the end of the room there is a large funeral shrine, with white floral curtains and everything else you need.
What frightened him the most was that under the word "甸", there was a picture frame hanging clearly!
The picture frame vividly depicted the upper body of a person, but that person had no facial features!
A faceless man!
Sun Jiacheng was so frightened by this scene that he could hardly breathe.
Pupils shrank, lips trembled...
"What...what is this? Someone, come! Someone, come!! I want to get out!!"
"Ghost! There's a ghost!! Ah!!"
Sun Jiacheng screamed, turned around and banged on the door frantically.
Seeing that his fists couldn't break the door open, he started using his hands and feet, smashing the door with a loud bang.
Damn it! Idiot!
The woman in front of the coffin frowned, then showed a professional expression and slowly turned her head to look at Sun Jiacheng.
He said resentfully: "Sir! Please stop knocking..."
Upon hearing this, Sun Jiacheng turned around stiffly and looked at the woman. She had a pretty face, but an expression that looked as if she was about to cry.
"I am not a ghost."
"May I ask if you are here to pay respect to my late husband? If so, please have a cup of tea and burn three sticks of incense for my late husband and you can leave. I thank you on behalf of my late husband."
Drink tea, burn incense, and you can go! ?
Sun Jiacheng's throat moved up and down, and he walked over stiffly and knelt a little away from the woman.
He asked in a trembling voice: "Yes... I am here to burn incense. Can I leave after that?"
"Hmm," the woman responded softly.
Then he picked up the teapot and poured a cup of hot tea into the cup...
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