Chapter 136 Ninety-nine steps, above the auditorium
Shanghai, Holy Trinity Church.
The huge Goethe's Church with red brick walls and tiles piled up, a huge prototype tower, stands in the urban jungle of steel and glass.
Making it one of the rare focuses of attention in this city.
It was built in 1869 by a famous British builder.
This church, which is rumored to be the closest place to heaven, has experienced ups and downs for 150 years.
It has been tempered by the years, but it still stands.
Outside the church, century-old sycamore trees are planted on both sides, and the green sycamore forest envelops the entire church in lush greenery.
However, the Holy Trinity Church at this time was completely different from the past.
The entire church is covered with snow-white cotton and linen satin pendants, forming a white palace-like appearance.
As far as the eye can see, the steps of the church go up to the main entrance and all the way to the building walls.
Everything is decorated with white velvet linen.
This is the color of funeral.
The entire church was decorated in white.
Just to prepare a funeral for Mr. Huang...Huang Honghui.
Second Young Master Huang died suddenly, and it has been nearly half a month since his death.
But the body has been kept on ice and has not been buried.
Now, finally, I have decided to lay down my body and be buried.
One after another, expensive and luxury cars slowly drove towards the sycamore tree-lined avenue in the distance.
These are the guests who were invited to attend the funeral of Mr. Huang Er.
All the guests coming and going were dressed in black.
On each person's sleeve, there is also a snow-white funeral flower.
According to customs and legends, wearing a funeral flower on your sleeve can send the deceased off respectfully, allowing them to walk down the road to hell with peace of mind and lead them to a blissful life.
This is a kind of respect and prayer for the deceased.
The guests dressed in black, with solemn expressions, slowly walked up the steps to the ninety-ninth floor step by step.
There was almost a flow of people on the steps of the entire church.
Convoys kept coming.
Guests kept coming up the steps.
However, Huang Zhengming, the head of the family, was not present at today's funeral.
Instead, Huang Zhong, the old butler of the Huang family, stood in front of the auditorium, greeting all the guests.
"I've seen Mr. Huang, I'm sorry." The guests bowed respectfully and saluted Mr. Huang Zhong at the door of the auditorium.
Then, with Huang Zhong's nod, he slowly walked into the auditorium.
However, when a group of guests entered the auditorium, everyone...subconsciously...reached out their hands and covered their noses.
Because, there was a... faint smell of corpse floating in the air throughout the auditorium!
In front of the huge church, there is... a huge golden ice coffin with a carved dragon!
However, Huang Honghui's body was lying quietly in the ice coffin.
He is the second son of the Huang family.
Once upon a time, he was arrogant and proud of Shanghai.
Now, it can only... lie in the ice coffin, becoming... a name from the past.
Half a month ago, before Huang Honghui died, he would never have thought that he would die so early.
die young.
Moreover, he died in his own home.
His body was already somewhat rotten and smelly.
Even an ice coffin could not preserve the body that had been left there for half a month.
The skin on the body was wrinkled, and yellow-brown pus overflowed. This was a symbol of skin rot.
Even the skin on his face was wrinkled, and rotten blood overflowed from his closed eyes.
And the deep scar on his neck was even more penetrating.
Even though it had been put on makeup by a corpse beautician, it was... difficult to hide the scars.
And that disgusting corpse stench comes from here.
Although, the ice coffin has been covered with a transparent glass cover.
But still, it couldn't cover up the disgusting stench of rotting corpses.
"The body of the young master is in front of you. Pay homage and bow before taking your seat."
Next to the auditorium, members of the Huang family's emcee solemnly directed the order of the scene, signaling for the new guests to come forward and salute the body.
The guests had complex and unbearable expressions on their faces. They endured the disgusting corpse odor and slowly stepped forward.
If it weren't for the Huang family's funeral, they wouldn't want to come forward at all.
Every time he took a step forward, the smell of corpses wafted into the sky.
That's real, a stench that makes your stomach churn and make you want to vomit.
A group of guests looked strange and reluctantly... walked to the ice coffin stage.
Then, he bowed respectfully and lit three sticks of incense for the deceased.
From ancient times, customs and rumors.
When the deceased passes away, three incense sticks are lit for him, which represents... guiding him on the road to death.
The first incense stick is to worship heaven.
The second incense stick, respect the ground.
The third incense is to honor the ancestors.
Just light three sticks of incense and it will bless the deceased... On the road to hell and underworld, you will be able to walk steadily and have a smooth journey.
Therefore, lighting three sticks of incense can help the deceased to travel safely.
Every guest present was holding back the smell of corpses and stepped forward to light incense.
After lighting the incense, the guests hurriedly left the ice coffin as if they were avoiding ghosts.
Everyone is trying to endure it.
Finally, a woman couldn't stand the smell of corpses and made a sound of "vomiting", her stomach was churning...and she vomited it out.
Huh~! The expressions of all the guests present changed.
This, this woman... is finished.
Sure enough, the faces of the Huang family members who were waiting aside suddenly turned as cold as ice!
"How unreasonable! How presumptuous! How dare you humiliate the Second Young Master's mourning hall?!"
A group of Huang family members were furious and rushed forward, kicking the woman to the ground.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...uh..." The woman lay on the ground in fear and begged for mercy, but before she could get up, one of her arms had been severely chopped off by a member of the Huang family with a stick.
The sound of broken bones clearly reached everyone's ears.
The woman screamed in agony.
Then, members of the Huang family directly dragged her by her hair into the back door of the church...
All the guests present did not even dare to take a breath.
Everyone knew that that woman... was afraid she would never come out alive again.
Today was the last funeral for the second son of the Huang family. But she lost control and vomited...Whether it was intentional or not, she...was bound to die.
In the church, the atmosphere became strange and heavy.
All the guests sat in the church seats in fear.
This funeral can be compared to a life and death situation.
If you are not careful, you may be... killed by the Huang family.
No one dared to offend the guests present.
And, at the same time.
Outside the Holy Trinity Church, a white Toyota Alphard nanny car was slowly driving from a distance.
The nanny car braked and stopped at the door of the church.
The car door opened, and Zhou Ruotong, wearing a snow-white gauze dress, slowly stepped out of the car.
Although she had delicate light makeup on her face, there was a hint of helplessness.
As a well-known TV host in Shanghai, she could not avoid the funeral.
The Huang family, by name, wanted her to come and preside over the funeral in person.
Therefore, she had no choice at all.
"Miss Zhou, why are you here so late? The funeral is about to start." A manager of the Huang family stepped forward and said with an unhappy expression.
"Sorry, there's a traffic jam on the road." Zhou Ruotong bowed slightly and apologized.
"Don't be complacent just because you are a little star." The manager of the Huang family threatened with a cold face.
"Today's funeral must be properly hosted by the Huang family. If there is any mistake, your name will not appear in Jiangnan City from now on."
This is not a threat.
But choose.
If she manages it well, then she can still stay in Shanghai.
If there is something wrong with the host, then she, Zhou Ruotong, will never appear in this city again.
When he heard this sentence, Zhou Ruotong's pretty face became a little embarrassed.
There was no way she could avoid hosting this event, and she had no choice.
She didn't answer, just bypassed the steward, stepped on her high heels, and walked into the church while holding back her breath...
The huge retro Goethe's Church is constantly visited by guests.
Rows of luxury cars almost blocked the entire thousands-meter-long street.
And, the church building is on top of a tower nearly thirty meters high.
Huang Zhengming was wearing a white robe, with his hands behind his back, slowly standing in front of the observation deck of the tower.
His long hair floated in the wind, carrying a hint of terrifying aura.
His eyes were deep and deep, slowly... staring at the tree-lined road below.