After Yang Bailiu left, I also carried Chen Yurou upstairs.
But should I sleep in the wedding room or Chen Yurou’s room? This really confused me for a while.
Finally thinking about it, I carried her to the wedding room.
The main reason is that Chen Yurou is still in a coma. Under such circumstances, I don't feel comfortable leaving her alone in the room.
After settling Chen Yurou, I took out the yellow paper, pen and ink, drew an amulet, and put it into Chen Yurou's pocket.
I have practiced these spells before, and there is no problem in drawing them. Even I don’t know whether they will work or not.
After all, most of the things my father taught me were oral, and I never really practiced them.
But it's better than nothing.
Otherwise, if Chen Yurou was possessed one after another and was attacked by Yin Qi, causing her own Yang Qi to weaken, then going out to meet ghosts would probably become a common occurrence.
Things like cheating are sometimes just like cheating, the only difference is zero times and countless times.
After doing all this, I lay down next to Chen Yurou and fell asleep.
It was another nightmare-ridden night. When I woke up the next day, it was already morning. I had no strength at all and was so sore that I felt as if I had been beaten.
Chen Yurou has disappeared a long time ago, and I have no idea when she woke up.
After washing up, I hurried downstairs.
At this time, many people had come to the Chen family, but these people obviously did not come to express their condolences to Mr. Chen Wu, because they directly carried Mr. Chen's coffin out.
And for some reason, the coffin turned red?
I thought there was going to be a funeral today, but when I asked Yang Bailiu, I found out that he was going to be taken to the crematorium for cremation.
"Shouldn't Mr. Chen Wu be buried? At least choose a better cemetery, right?"
I looked at Yang Bailiu in disbelief.
"The Chen brothers were afraid that the old man would fake his body again, so they insisted on cremating them and couldn't wait."
Yang Bailiu said with a sneer.
"Didn't I invite you to preside over this funeral?"
I frowned and asked.
It stands to reason that Yang Bailiu is the Feng Shui master who presides over the funeral, so he should be the one to decide the time of the funeral and the method of burial in the cemetery. Why did the Chen brothers just take the old man's body for cremation?
"Didn't you see that the coffin was smeared with black dog blood?"
Yang Bailiu said, gesturing to the coffin being carried out, "They hired another Feng Shui master. If they do this, something will definitely happen. It seems that the decline of the Chen family is a foregone conclusion. They are destined to...
Choose the wrong path."
After hearing what he said, I realized that the red color on the coffin was actually black dog blood smeared on it.
Isn't this nonsense?
It’s not like the old man turned into a zombie and just painted the coffin with black dog blood. That was the rhythm of keeping the old man’s soul in the coffin.
And it's cremation.
If this happens, I'm afraid the old man will end up in a state of despair, right?
"Don't they know the consequences of this?"
Thinking of this, I quickly asked Yang Bailiu.
"How could they not know? They just want to die like a lamp going out, and everything will be over."
Yang Bailiu said and sneered again.
Hearing this, I was simply shocked.
These Chen brothers are really cruel people. In order to prevent the old man from blocking their way, they even burned him to death.
This is more than just unfilial. It can be described as vicious.
"Then what should we do now? Is it possible to let them burn Master Chen Wu's body?"
I frowned and asked Yang Bailiu again.
"Of course it is the Chen brothers who make the decision on this kind of matter. We are outsiders after all, and the decision-making power is not in our hands."
Yang Bailiu was also quite helpless about this.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I stole your business."
While he was talking, a middle-aged man in a robe suddenly walked up and said hello to Yang Bailiu with an apologetic look on his face.
"This may not be a good thing for you."
Yang Bailiu crossed his arms and said in a deep voice.
"The Chen family gives money. You also know that I am different from you. I just use money to do things."
The middle-aged man said with a smile.
"Then let me remind you, you can be cremated, but it's best not to paint the coffin with black dog blood."
Yang Bailiu reminded solemnly.
"Okay, I'll think about it."
The middle-aged man nodded, then turned around and got into the hearse.
The funeral procession quickly left, and everyone in the Chen family naturally followed.
But Chen Baili did not follow the escort hearse, but walked up to me, handed me a brown paper bag and said: "There is fifty thousand yuan in it, just take it. As for your marriage to Rou'er, don't think about it."
, my daughter, Chen Baili, will never marry a poor boy from the countryside, she can only be the young mistress of the Yuan Group."
"Mr. Chen, can you really be honest when you do this kind of thing? Even if the Chen family really climbs the tree and becomes prosperous, wouldn't you feel guilty?"
I frowned and looked at Chen Baili in disbelief.
In fact, I also know that since they plan to burn the old man's body, they must have made a decision.
But I really can't understand why he treated his biological father in such a cruel way.
It is said that even if a tiger is poisoned, it will not eat its children. As a biological son, you cannot kill your father no matter what, right?
Although Mr. Chen Wu was indeed dead, they painted the coffin with black dog blood to calm his soul and then cremated him. It was clear that they wanted Mr. Chen to end up in a state of disarray.
Such a vicious method, let alone a biological son, even an unrelated person, probably wouldn't be able to do it, right?
"It's not your turn to make irresponsible remarks about my Chen family's affairs. Anyway, get out of here as soon as you take the money. If you keep pestering my daughter, I will definitely make you miserable."
Chen Baili had completely lost his temper at this time. It seemed that he was determined to let Chen Yurou marry Yuan Wenkai.
"You have no say in this matter. If you really want to terminate the engagement, let Yurou tell me in person. As long as she regrets the engagement, I will turn around and leave without saying a word."
I said and threw the brown paper bag back to Chen Baili.
He deliberately drove me away while Chen Yurou was away, obviously without Chen Yurou's consent.
I can leave the Chen family, but the engagement still depends on Chen Yurou's wishes, and it cannot be what he says.
"You kid won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right? Believe it or not, I will let you disappear in Jiangcheng?"
Chen Baili's face darkened on the spot.
"Boss Chen, I advise you to be careful what you say. Your second child has just come out of it. You don't want to follow him in, right?"
Yang Bailiu frowned and looked at Chen Baili with an unkind expression.
"We'll see."
Chen Baili snorted coldly, then turned around and got into the car, rushing all the way to the crematorium.
"Let's go. The Chen family's demise is a foregone conclusion. There's nothing you or I can do to change it."
Yang Bailiu said and patted my shoulder.
"What about Chen Yurou?"
I asked with a frown.
"If she really chooses to be with you, of course she will come to you. The decision-making power on this matter is also not in your hands."
Yang Bailiu shrugged his shoulders.
"That's true."
I nodded, and then left the Chen family villa with Yang Bailiu.
It just so happens that today is the seventh day of my dad's life, so I should go back to pay my respects.