Chapitre 42: 42 chapters of satire

"Brother Yuan has arrived?"

Kneeling on the ground, Tie Qinghua gazed at the coffin in front, her voice very light.

"He has…"

Chen Yuan glanced at the mourning clothes on Tie Qinghua and a term suddenly flashed through his mind.

Seductive temptation...

However, he quickly discarded these strange thoughts and, like a magician, took out a white flower from behind and placed it in front of Tie Xuan's coffin.

Tie Qinghua gave Chen Yuan a glance, her eyes revealing a hint of incomprehension.

"This is a ritual that originated from my hometown, Lady Tie, please accept my condolences."

Chen Yuan timely expressed a bit of sorrow.

Tie Qinghua took a deep breath and slowly bowed her head:

"When big brother was alive, I didn't feel anything was amiss, but now with big brother dead, all sorts of demons and monsters have popped up."

"I believe Lady Tie can safely get through these calamities."

"I don't believe so myself," Tie Qinghua said with self-mockery.