After the white lanterns were hung up at the Song family, many friends who were close to Song Qi'an came to pay homage and mourn.
Beside the coffin, Aunt Song almost fainted from crying: "Master... how will we live if you leave..."
"Hey, things are really unpredictable. Madam, I would like to express my condolences." Boss Chen from the same business firm shook his head in regret.
Mrs. Song was being supported by a maid, her face was haggard, and it made people feel sad to see her. The most heart-wrenching thing in life is for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift.
Song Zhi rushed out of the crowd: "It was them, they killed my uncle..."
"Azhi!" Mrs. Song exclaimed.
"It was you who killed my uncle..." Song Zhi pointed to the second master of the Song family next to the old lady: "And you wanted to occupy my uncle's property and killed my uncle with them. My uncle died unjustly.
ah……"
Song Cheng, the second master of the Song family, was very face-conscious. After hearing this, he wanted to kill Song Zhi.
"Okay, you white-eyed wolf, you eat my Song family's food, drink my Song family's food, and in the end you throw dirty water on my Song family. Are you sorry for your dead eldest brother?"
"Azhi, these people are gone, so stop making trouble."
"That's right, we can't let people leave and still have no peace..."
"This little brother, disturbing the mourning hall is disrespectful to the deceased."
The people mourning around him were pointing fingers and accusing him of his mistakes.
"My uncle's health has recovered a few days ago. If you don't believe it, you can ask the government to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy." Song Zhi wanted to rush to the mourning hall, but was held down by his servants.
The green air around him slowly rose.
"Azhi, stop making trouble. Your uncle is gone. As a mother, I feel more distressed than anyone else. Just let him go in a peaceful manner." Mrs. Song's voice was trembling, with tears streaming down her cheeks.
Everyone sighed again when they heard this. It is also the saddest thing for a mother to die when her own son dies.
"You vicious old woman, it was you who killed my uncle, why are you pretending to be a loving mother now?" Song Zhi raised his head with an angry look on his face.
There was a lot of fear all over my body.
The aura was so startling that people all retreated. Who didn't know that Song Zhi practiced fear energy.
It seems to be in a state of level six fear.
"How dare you, someone come here and beat this rip-off thing out with a stick." Song Cheng had wanted to teach this kid a lesson for a long time. How could he miss the opportunity now that he got it?
"You have sought wealth and killed people, and you have lost your conscience. You will not die a good death..."
"Hit me, hit me hard."
Song Zhi raised his hand and the green air flow flew out, and the servant who rushed towards him was knocked away in the blink of an eye.
Angry eyes swept around: "Let me see who dares to take action."
Everyone in the Song family also knew that Song Zhi had practiced fear qi, so they didn't dare to practice it for a while.
"What a crime. How could the Song family raise such a ungrateful person?" Old Mrs. Song cried, pushing away the maid who was supporting her, and went straight to the mourning hall, patting the coffin with her big hands: "Son, look at you.
If we just leave like this, how will we live in the future..."
"mother."
A voice sounded, and the crying old lady stopped for a moment, thinking she was hallucinating, and then started crying heartbreakingly again.
The coffin board was slapped with a big hand: "Son, why are you so cruel..."
"mother."
Another voice sounded, and then a figure walked out from behind the curtain.
"..."
Mrs. Song's face turned pale, and she was extremely shocked when she looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Ah... it's a fake corpse..."
"It's a fake corpse..."
Song Cheng was shocked and took a few steps back. How could he...
He clearly saw him dying with his own eyes...
"Mom, are you surprised to see me?" Song Qian stepped forward and held her arm heavily.
"You...you're not dead?"
Song Qian's hand held her arm harder and said, "Mom, do you want me to die?"
He never imagined that his biological mother and biological brother would join forces to murder him...
"Qi...Qian, you're not dead, that's great, that's great..."
Mrs. Song smiled stiffly, with a little fear in her eyes.
"Mr. Song, you are really not dead."
"This...Brother Song, what is going on here?"
"That's right, isn't this person a good person?"
Aunt Song was so frightened that she fell down in front of the mourning hall, not daring to move...
Song Zhi was surprised and happy, and ran to the mourning hall.