Classmate Cha Cha's 4Th Book

In the middle of the mourning hall, traces of red liquid slowly seeped out from the gaps in the coffin, slowly dripping onto the ground and turning into bright roses. The bright red rose spread slowly, as if it was spiritual. It did not flow anywhere else, but kept flowing to the place where the man and woman were, as if there was some magnetic force there that attracted it and pulled it there. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the door of the mourning hall creaked softly, as if something was trying to squeeze in. At this moment, a spark exploded from the Shenbo furnace. The spark jumped in front of the portrait in the center of the mourning hall, and the portrait suddenly emitted a faint light. The light was not dazzling, but it contained an indescribable strangeness. The old man in the portrait had a kind face, but at this moment his eyes seemed to move, and the corners of his mouth seemed to gradually curl up into a smile, as if he was looking at the two people watching at the funeral, and seemed to be asking: "Are you two really keeping watch for me?" ...