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The mourning hall of Jiang Jizu.
Ganoderma and Shigure, wearing filial attire and white hats, squatted on both sides of the mourning hall and burned Mingzhi in the brazier, greeting the endless stream of guests who came to pay their respects. Wen Bo and others registered the gift money in the concierge room. Dachuan and Zhou's mother are doing various ceremonies.
"Father, my dear daddy! You left me like this!" Suddenly, Zhiyuan rushed into the mourning hall with his suitcase. He threw the suitcase on the ground, opened the lid of the coffin with both hands, and cried loudly at his father's body. Lingzhi and Shi Yu got up and stood on both sides of Zhiyuan, and also started to cry. With deep sorrows and sorrowful crying, the atmosphere of the whole mourning hall looked strangely sad and sad.
"Father, I swear not to bring the murderer to justice!" Zhiyuan stomped his feet and gritted his teeth.