Luo Tianhe didn't come back, so who was that guy I saw in the Mercedes G-Class before?
How come he looks exactly like Luo Tianhe?
Could it be that his soul has also escaped?
Just as I was lost in thought, a deafening firecracker suddenly went off.
I instinctively looked in the direction of the sound.
A funeral procession slowly appeared at the street corner not far away.
At the very front of the procession, several burly men carried a huge red sedan chair.
The sedan chair was extremely eye-catching, covered in a rich vermilion color, so vibrant and vivid that it seemed to have just been pulled out of a dye vat, and still exuded a faint smell of paint.
This sedan chair is of a very high standard, with upturned eaves at the four corners, and carved dragons and phoenixes. Every detail is carved to life, showing its luxury.
However, what is truly chilling is that the sedan chair did not contain a living person, but rather a coffin of the same bright red color.
In the funeral procession, everyone was dressed in bright red mourning clothes, a color that was both striking and eerily red.
Everyone was holding a red candle.
The person at the very front was throwing red paper money into the air as they walked.
"Red clothes, red candles, red paper money, red sedan chair—four reds on the ground: it's either very auspicious or very inauspicious!"
Just as I was engrossed in watching, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from beside me.
I turned my head sharply and saw that Mr. Qian, who also dealt in the dead, was standing next to me.
Mr. Qian usually only sells coffins. On this street, everyone jokingly calls him "Old Coffin Qian," referring to the coffin in his name.
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