At that moment, the gate of the old house slowly creaked open. Then, a group of men, women, and children, old and young, emerged, their faces grim and expressions of grief. The driver drove into the yard and stopped. He opened the trunk, and several strong men carefully carried the coffin out.
When they saw the coffin, the crowd's sobbing reached a crescendo, and grief filled the entire courtyard. Hua Qingcheng, hiding in a corner, suddenly realized that the large wooden box she had been leaning against was actually a coffin!
When Hua Qingcheng thought about how she had just taken a nap leaning against it, she felt a chill down her spine, goose bumps appeared all over her body, and beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.
Just as there was crying and shouting in the yard, Hua Qingcheng, who was wearing a nurse's clothes, took the opportunity to slip off the hearse.
However, when Hua Qingcheng was about to leave, a van drove in and she was suddenly exposed under the bright headlights.
The crowd that was wailing in the courtyard suddenly stopped and was stunned for a moment. An old man with a kind face looked at Hua Qingcheng and shed tears.
"I didn't expect this hospital to be so thoughtful. Even after the old woman passed away, the nurse who took care of her came to see her off..."
As the old man finished speaking, a middle-aged couple stepped forward, looking at Hua Qingcheng with gratitude. The middle-aged woman, who looked well-maintained and elegant, said, "Since you're here, don't leave quietly. Grandma will be comforted by you seeing her off."
Hua Qingcheng was a little embarrassed. She had just wanted to take this opportunity to escape, but she didn't expect to be mistaken for a caregiver. She looked at the people around her and found that everyone was looking at her with expectation and gratitude.
The middle-aged couple introduced themselves to Hua Qingcheng as the deceased's son and daughter-in-law, and the elderly man was his spouse. They were very grateful that she could attend the funeral.
Hua Qingcheng was completely stunned. She had only been trying to get a ride, and unexpectedly, she landed on a car carrying a dead person?! This was bad luck enough, but the owner actually wanted her to stay and attend the funeral?!
Just when Hua Qingcheng was shocked and at a loss, the door of the van slowly opened, and a man dressed in yellow robes and like a Taoist priest walked out of the car.
The man was tall and straight, his steps steady and powerful, like an immortal from ancient times. His face was as if meticulously carved, exceptionally handsome, with bright eyes gleaming beneath his heroic sword-like brows, and his thin lips slightly pursed beneath his high nose, revealing a restrained charm.
His hair, neatly tied in his Taoist cape, fluttered gently in the breeze. His robes shimmered faintly under the dim light of the courtyard, adding a touch of mysterious solemnity. The Taoist priest held a whisk in his hand, his every gesture exuding an otherworldly aura.
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