The thing Chu Yingcang regrets most in his life is not reading the almanac when he went out today.
The funeral of the wealthy Lin family was frighteningly grand. The crowd was filled with people in suits and leather shoes, and their faces were darker than coffins. Chu Yingcang was wearing a borrowed security uniform and stood in the corner of the cemetery, trying hard to hold back a yawn.
He played games all night last night, and now his eyelids are twitching.
The master of ceremonies was reciting the eulogy with a long, drawn-out voice: "Mr. Lin lived a noble and upright life..."
The old NPC in the game last night suddenly popped into Chu Yingcang's mind. The old man was also verbose when he was slashed away by him, and finally exploded with a piece of top-notch equipment.
"Pfft——"
The moment the laughter escaped from his throat, Chu Yingcang knew it was over.
The whole cemetery was dead silent.
Hundreds of looks pierced him like knives. The eldest lady of the Lin family in the front row, who was crying so hard, had a look in her eyes that was destructive at the moment.
"Get out!" Someone yelled first.
The saliva almost hit his face. Chu Yingcang was pushed and squeezed out of the crowd, with low-level curses behind him: "You uneducated thing... Mr. Lin was kind to his family during his lifetime..."
