Funeral Notice
Before dawn, a rainstorm had swept away the damp heat from the air.
Morning mist lingered between the cliffs, muffling the clamor of the waves.
Ji Jue, who had only just fallen asleep, was jolted awake by the sound of a car driving through the mountains. When he opened his eyes and headed for the gate, he saw Old Tang standing there.
A middle-aged man in a black suit handed over an envelope, then turned and left. He did not spare so much as a glance for the bodies on either side that had yet to be buried.
He was gone.
"Who was that?" Ji Jue asked.
"...Lei Yaoxing's people." Old Tang looked at the item in his hand, his expression complicated.
"Here to collect the bodies?"
"It is related to reconciliation and collecting bodies, but not the bodies here." Old Tang handed it over. "See for yourself."
Ji Jue took it. Two thin sheets, like some kind of notice. Unlike a wedding invitation, the pristine white card was refined and simple, printed with faint watermarked patterns.
It was a funeral notice.
"Late Father Lei Wuye..."
After reading the opening, Ji Jue glanced at the signature—Lei Yaoxing—and instantly understood. "The Old Bastard finally kicked the bucket?"
After lingering on for more than half a month, the old man had finally stretched out his legs and died without a care, leaving behind a complete mess for everyone else to clean up.
However, a funeral at a time like this... Ji Jue instinctively felt that something was wrong.
Still, a funeral at a time like this... Ji Jue instinctively had a bad feeling about it.
With Lei Wuye dead, all those "friends and relatives" he had amassed during his life had probably received funeral notices. Whether out of personal ties,