Tang's father came down the stairs, looked at Qin Jiu, saw him wearing a Taoist robe, and asked, "Is it Taoist priest Qin?"

Qin Jiu stood up and nodded, "It's me."

Tang's father looked around, "Where is my daughter's corpse now?" His tone was plain and not as expected. Tang's father seemed to care little about Tang Guo's life and death.

After instantly finding this perception, Qin Jiu put away his smile, "If you place it elsewhere, you can't come in with a swagger like this, right?"

"That's right." Tang's father sat on the sofa, "How much does Daoist Qin need to pay? I'll ask someone to buy a cemetery another day. At that time, I'll have to trouble Master Qin, so I'll take her over and bury her."

Qin Jiu looked at Tang Guo who was floating aside and hesitated for a moment, "Is it just a simple burial?"

"What else does Principal Qin think?"

Qin Jiu frowned, "Tang Guo died in vain and needed to be liberated. He also needed to set up a mourning hall at home to pick her up. Isn't Mr. Qin too hasty?" In fact, these were said on purpose by Qin Jiu. Tang's father looked like he didn't care about Tang Guo's return at all.

“Set a mourning hall at home??”

A female voice came from the upper floor, a beautiful woman holding a baby walked down, "Impossible, how can you do these bad things at home, husband," the woman shouted to Tang's father, "Our son was only born, how can we set up a mourning hall? What if the evil energy rushed to him?"

"Who is this?" Qin Jiu asked.

"My wife."

Tang's father quickly helped the woman to the sofa and patted her on the shoulder to comfort her, "Don't worry, I just asked someone to buy a cemetery for her, and everything will be left to Mr. Qin, and I will not set up a mourning hall at home."

Qin Jiu's heart sank, subconsciously went to look at Tang Guo, but found that she was smiling and finally floated behind him, and said softly, "This woman is not my mother, please help me check what happened in the past few years. As for the corpse, take it away, you don't have to put it here."

After saying that, she floated on the TV and hung it, with a smile on her face. Looking at this smile, he felt uncomfortable. He didn't want to give it to her even if it was just a ceremony to welcome the return. I don't know if she was disappointed or not.

"This person should not be Tang Guo's biological mother, right?"

After hearing this, the woman said angrily, "Master Taoist, can you speak? Do I look that old?"

"Then I need to notify Tang Guo's mother, she has the right to know about this."

The woman's face was not very good-looking, but Tang's father said, "After Xiaoguo's accident, her mother accidentally died in a car accident in order to find her."

"Let's go, Qin Jiu."

Qin Jiu nodded slightly and stood up, "I'm disturbing, Mr. Tang."

"Master, you haven't said how much you need to pay to help Xiaoguo cook the funeral. This family really can't make those bad things. My son has just been born."

Qin Jiu said coldly, "Mr. Tang does not welcome her, so I have to take her to another place for burial." After that, he left without looking back.

Tang’s father did not try to keep him, and the woman beside him curled her lips, “Husband, what does he mean?”

"It's not interesting." Tang's father smiled indifferently and touched the youngest son in the woman's arms. "How can you compare to the dead?"

The woman looked at Qin Jiu's direction and smiled deeply. Yes, no one can compare to the living.

Tang Guo saw the woman's weird smile and fell into deep thought.

"I'll choose a Feng Shui treasure land for you." Walking on the street, Qin Jiu said, "What kind of place do you like?"

“The cemetery is expensive.”
Chapter completed!