Chapitre 207: Chapter 147 Funeral_1

"Who?" Houer asked.

"Robert, the man who was standing behind me just now." Qian Cangyi said.

"I didn't expect misfortune to fall on the young as well." Houer sighed and shook his head.

"Regardless, Houer, there are some things I must do." Qian Cangyi clasped Houer's aged hands, "Perhaps it might succeed? Houer, promise me, don't give up hope, never give up."

"I understand, but you didn't see it with your own eyes, it's far too horrifying." Houer turned his head to the other side, unwilling to answer this question.

"Houer, see them as illusions, no matter what terrible scenes you have witnessed, tell yourself, these are not real." Qian Cangyi could only comfort him this way, but Houer, hearing these words, became very excitable, as if Qian Cangyi's words struck a nerve.

"Marshal, you don't understand, it's certainly not an illusion!" Houer stated word by word, his eyes wide open, his pale face distorted in fear.

[After Father Houer's funeral is held, the filming will conclude.]