Watching Zhong Cai and Xiao Bai walk away, Qi Hui couldn't help feeling a little wistful.
"It's been over a year. Zhong Cai has really changed."
"But that face... are we sure he hasn't had plastic surgery?"
Shaking his head, Qi Hui headed toward the guard booth. As he passed Blackie, he gave him a light nudge with his foot.
"Why were you such a coward today?"
"Whine, whine..."
Blackie whined twice, then walked over and rubbed against Qi Hui's legs.
After Qi Hui entered the guard booth, Blackie returned to his kennel and lay down facing the Funeral Home.
His eyes remained fixed on the direction Zhong Cai and Xiao Bai had gone.
"Please have a seat. I've contacted the Director. He'll be back soon."
After calling Chen Miao, the receptionist smiled brightly and prepared to pour tea for Zhong Cai and Xiao Bai.
"No need. Since San Shui won't be back for a while, we'll go find the others first."
"Thank you, miss!"
After thanking her, Xiao Bai and Zhong Cai left the reception desk.
Since the cremation room was nearby, they went there first.
Inside, Old Yu was teaching a young Cremator how to use the old Cremation Furnace.
"This Cremation Furnace may be a little old and a little slow, and it doesn't have a bone-crushing cycle, but the bones it produces are actually excellent."
"If you turn off the new furnace's crushing function and take out two sets of remains to crush yourself, you'll find that the bone fragments from the old furnace are easier to crush."
The young man listened to Old Yu's explanation with a strange look on his face.
In this day and age, why would anyone crush bones by hand when there was automated equipment?
But Old Yu was older