Chapter 650： I only believe in you

Chapter 650 Everyone I only trust you

"It's time—" the funeral master looked at the time and said in a drawn-out voice, "Seal the coffin."

Hearing that the coffin was going to be sealed, Wang Shuxiang was very sad.

The four nailers stood at the four corners of the coffin, holding hammers and nails, ready to nail the coffin at any time.

The master of ceremonies recited the mantra, "When the day is good and the day is good, the world will open up, and the coffin will be closed for good luck and fortune..."

Everyone stood neatly in thirty rows and bowed in the direction of the portrait.

The master of ceremonies muttered: "Suzaku and Xuanwu come to shine, green dragons and white tigers line up on both sides, one nail adds to the family and makes money..."

Just as the nails were about to fall, Wang Shuxiang suddenly pushed her husband away, threw herself on the coffin and cried loudly, "No...don't nail..."

Xiao Chuan burst into tears, hiding his face and weeping.

Wang Shuxiang hugged the coffin tightly, crying and asked hundreds of mourners, "Do you think there is a possibility that we made a mistake, and Chuchu actually did not die... Aren't there many cases like this in the world? Everyone thought the patient was dead, In fact, the patient is still alive and still alive... shall we check Chuchu again?"

"Shuxiang..." Song Qiaoying burst into tears. She wanted to help Wang Shuxiang aside, but she couldn't bear to see Wang Shuxiang crying.

"I can feel that Chuchu is not dead yet, she doesn't want to be bored in it, she is asking me for help..." Wang Shuxiang said to the people around her with hope, "Let's open the coffin and let someone check it...Maybe there will be a miracle what happened?"

Her precious daughter can use "snowfall" to appear, and she must have the ability to open her eyes again.

"Madam, let the deceased rest in peace." The master of ceremonies persuaded, "Opening the coffin again is disrespectful to the deceased."

"No, she is not dead, how can she be counted as the deceased? You believe me, she is really still alive... Let's open it and see..."

Wang Shuxiang said this, suddenly remembered something, and looked behind for a slender figure.

Seeing Ouyan, she said excitedly, "Yanyan, I only trust you among the people here, please help me see if Chuchu is still alive? I'll ask someone to open the coffin, can you take a look?"

Ou Yan felt pity, and just wanted to speak.

"Auntie, please..." Wang Shuxiang was about to kneel down.

If Ouyan hadn't supported her in time, her knees would have hit the ground long ago...

"Help me see if Chuchu is still alive. I have a strong intuition that she can still be saved...really!" Wang Shuxiang held Ouyan's hand and pleaded with tears in her eyes, "Good boy, help auntie to see..."

Ou Yan looked to the side, Xiao Chuan still had a faint look of expectation in his eyes, it seemed that, like Wang Shuxiang, he hoped that his daughter would live...

The relatives of the Xiao family around were sobbing silently and did not step forward to stop them.

All the guests in the audience did not make a sound, they lowered their heads silently.

The MC turned his face away, the corners of his eyes were moist.

Si Yechen looked at the girl's profile, as if he had guessed her decision.

"good."

As Ouyan blurted out, Wang Shuxiang immediately ordered: "Open the coffin—"

Her voice was long and excited, as if she was quite confident in her daughter's resurrection.

The lid of the coffin was opened, and Xiao Chuchu was lying inside dressed up, with a serene expression on her face. When Ouyan's hand touched Xiao Chuchu's wrist, she could feel her skin soften.

This phenomenon is called "corpse soft".

After death, the muscle tone is completely lost, and the muscles of the whole body will relax and become soft.

Not only is the body soft, but it is also cool to the touch.

is the "corpse cold" that only the dead will appear.

"How about Yanyan? Is there still hope?" Wang Shuxiang looked at Ouyan expectantly, waiting for her to tell a miracle.

Ouyan's eyes fell on her, and she couldn't bear to say, "Auntie, there are no vital signs."

"No, no..." Wang Shuxiang shook her head, still in disbelief, "You can help her see...I can feel that she is still alive..."

As long as the miracle doctor Bai He says she is alive, she must be alive!

After undergoing makeup and grooming by the mortician, the girl in the coffin looks like a sleeping princess, the same as usual.

"She's really not breathing." Although Ouyan felt distressed, she had to say truthfully, "She's gone."

Wang Shuxiang couldn’t bear the blow. Her daughter was still lying here. She still remembers going to a net red flower sea with her daughter to check in last year. That’s how her daughter lay in the colorful flower sea, closed her eyes and took a lot of beautiful photos...

The daughter at that time was just like now, lying among the flowers...

Daughter just fell asleep...

She just fell asleep!

"Building the coffin—" the master of ceremonies announced.

"No, don't cover...my daughter, don't leave mother..." Wang Shuxiang cried and fainted.

"Shuxiang, Shuxiang..." Xiao Chuan hurriedly stepped forward to support her, seeing his wife's vicissitudes, Xiao Chuan cried uncontrollably, "Come here, call the doctor..."

"Put Auntie down first, and I'll take care of it." Ou Yan had expected this to happen before she set off, so she took the acupuncture bag Si Yechen gave her.

"Yanyan, how is your aunt? Did she faint from grief?" Song Qiaoying on the side couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"Well, if you are too emotional, it will cause insufficient blood supply to the brain and lead to fainting. I will give her a few injections."

"good."

With the words of having a daughter, Song Qiaoying has some confidence in her heart.

Ou Yan applied acupuncture to Wang Shuxiang's acupuncture points. After a while, she finally opened her eyes, but when she saw the people in front of her wearing black clothes, she remembered her daughter's funeral again, and burst into tears.

"Shuxiang, are you better?" Xiao Chuan cried and said, "My heart can no longer bear the second blow, don't scare me anymore, I lost Chuchu, I can't lose you anymore..."

"A Chuan..." Wang Shuxiang couldn't help crying while holding him.

It took a while for the funeral to proceed.

"One letter from the heavenly official to bless you, two letters to the eternal peace of the underworld, three letters to the eternal longevity of the living, four letters to the Baisha lurking in hiding, and five letters to the prosperity of the descendants..."

Xiao Chuan and Wang Shuxiang watched the nails being nailed one by one, crying even harder.

Li Sen on the side couldn't help clenching his fists. He must avenge Chu Chu, and he must not let his uncle and aunt bear the pain for nothing.

The sealing of the coffin was over, and the four nailers carried the coffin forward.

Wang Shuxiang hugged her daughter's portrait and followed in a daze.

The Xiao family behind her raised paper money towards the sky, and the sound of funeral music with gongs and drums came.

A hundred steps forward is Xiao Chuchu's cemetery.

"Prepare for burial—" With the powerful voice of the chief of ceremonies, the coffin was placed in the grave.

The loess fell to the surface of the coffin, as if it was going to fill up the grave little by little.

Wang Shuxiang cried so hard again.

Xiao Chuan knew that this time, as soon as the loess was buried, he and his daughter were truly separated by a yin and yang... He burst out in grief and cried until the sky was dark.

(end of this chapter)