Chapter 2869 Extra 323 Blocking the Coffin's Path

"Wenshui." Xiao Mohan stepped forward to remind him, but his eyes were complicated as he looked at Wen Lao.

He took a gamble, and he forced the medicine that Han Changqing took back into Wen Lao's mouth. Although the person had just died, if the body still had a little consciousness, perhaps the poison would be resolved and he would wake up again, but they waited for a whole day.

From day to night, there was no sign of waking up. Maybe this was fate.

"Grandpa, Mohan will send you off." Xiao Mohan said.

Zhuo Ji also came over. He protected Wen Lao's body and said, "Zhuo Ji will also send you off."

Han Changqing, Lian Chenyue, and Gu Chengdong stood not far behind them.

Everyone stood there quietly, watching Wenshui holding Wen Lao, Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Ji standing by, carefully protecting him, and sending Wen Lao's body into the coffin, letting him lie quietly inside, with flowers placed around him, as if he had entered another fairyland.

"Grandpa, have a good trip. Wenshui swears here that he will find out the real murderer and avenge you." Wenshui said coldly. He took out a dagger and held it against his palm. His palm was scratched, and blood gushed out and dripped on Wenlao's lips, staining his pale skin red.

Xiao Mohan and Zhuo Qi carried the lid and gently covered it.

"It's still early, let's nail it after the burial." Xiao Mohan said, stretching out his hand to block Zhuo Qi's hand.

Although Zhuo Qi was puzzled, he still withdrew his hand and put the coffin nails aside. I don't know why Xiao Mohan did this? But it stands to reason that the coffin should be sealed immediately after the person is buried. This is common sense.

"Let's go." Zhuo Qi said.

This coffin is particularly large. It is carved from hundreds of years of sandalwood. It has more than two hundred hands. For this reason, six people are needed to carry it at the same time, which also symbolizes six sixes of good luck.

"Grandpa, we will see you off." They said in unison.

Xiao Mohan, Wenshui, Zhuo Ji, Lian Chenyue, Gu Chengdong, and Han Changqing all carried the coffin and walked forward.

Someone had reminded Han Changqing before that it was not good for him to carry the coffin because he was pregnant, but Han Changqing didn't care about it. He believed that the dead were the most important and these superstitions were not credible at all. Besides, Wen Lao was so good to him. If he didn't send Wen Lao off because of these superstitions, he would be uneasy in his life.

"Mr. Wen." At this time, the old lady of the Phoenix family rushed over, knelt in the middle of the road, and cried like a very sad person.

Blocking the way of the coffin, everyone stopped, and the coffin could not fall to the ground, otherwise it would be unlucky.

Mrs. Xiao wanted to step forward, but saw the old lady of the Xiao family walking briskly. She rushed forward and raised her foot, kicked the old lady and threw her to the ground, saying: "Where did the beast come from, daring to block the way of our Xiao family? Do you think your life is too long? Do you want me to send you off?"

"It's me." The old lady got up and looked at the old man in front of her, who was old but still had the momentum.

She narrowed her sharp eyes, but Grandma Xiao lifted her arm and dragged her aside.

"Are you okay? Really..."

Before she could finish her words, Grandma Xiao slapped her in the face and said coldly: "If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

"If you want to be dumb, I can fulfill your wish now." Grandma Xiao said, pinching her neck and pressing her throat hard. If she pressed harder, she could break her throat.

The old lady was pinched by the neck, her face changed, and her mouth turned blue.

"You, you." She was pinched, and she wanted to struggle but was shocked. She didn't understand why this woman became so cruel and terrible.