The blood-stained clothes on Ji Baimo's body have been changed, and the blood stains on his body have also been washed away, and they have been replaced with the black suit he wears most often, the clothes cover all the wounds on his body, lying in the ice coffin, his face has been taken care of, and he looks extremely handsome, his slender peach blossom eyes are closed, a faint frost has condensed on his eyelashes, and the exposed skin is white, almost the same as the color of the wall, and there is no blood at all, which is in stark contrast to the black suit.

In the same way, a layer of white frost condensed on his body, and the whole person seemed to be frozen, maintaining this appearance forever, no life, only death, like a carefully carved ice sculpture.

His hands were crossed over his abdomen.

"Bai Mo, you probably want it to accompany you, forgive me for making a claim." Wen Youchen reached out and touched Ji Baimo's hand, it was cold and hard, and he put the flower in his hand between Ji Baimo's hands.

It was a white flower, the one planted in front of the lonely grave of Ji Baimo's own villa, wrapped in ice.

"We're already mourning." Ji Hanyan's body shook for a moment, sat down in his seat and spoke, as if he was talking about an extremely difficult decision, and his voice was hoarse.

"Uncle...... How could it be ......" Ji Ruyu shook his head and looked at Ji Baimo in the ice coffin, this was a question he didn't figure out after thinking about it all night, in his impression, Ji Baimo would always be so powerful, he would never fall down, but he fell.

He's dead.

"......" Ji Ruyu felt heavy, the uncle is dead, what should I do in vain, is the uncle willing to leave in vain.

Are you really willing to do it?

The funeral of the Ji family made the capital completely explode, no one would have expected that Ji Baimo, who had ascended to the position of the head of the Ji family with such an iron fist, would die and die quietly, and even when he heard the first news of the Ji family's funeral, he felt that he was dreaming, and he felt ridiculous.

But who would joke about such a thing.

The Ji family's outward mourning can only prove that this is true.

"What are you going to do with Bai Mo's aftermath?" Wen Youchen opened his mouth in a heavy voice, asking Ji Hanyan.

"Send the white ink to be cremated, and then put it into the ground." Ji Hanyan's voice trembled and spoke, she grabbed the armrest of the chair, looked at the transparent ice coffin, and continued.

"The Ji family owes him too much, we will let Bai Mo hide in the ancestral grave of the Ji family, let him rest underground for a long time, no one will disturb him, and I hope ...... He saw his father and them, can he forgive them......" After saying this, Ji Hanyan lowered his eyes.

After Wen Youchen brought Ji Baimo back last night, they didn't believe it at first, and invited a lot of doctors to come and see it, but the final result was that they had been dead for a long time, the wound was too deep and heavy, and all they could do was take care of the aftermath.

The Ji family is now hung with white strips of cloth and paper flowers, the atmosphere is depressing and heavy, the door is closed, no guests are faced, and all visitors are refused.

"We can't let Bai Mo lie here like this, it's time to go." Ji Hanyan got up and instructed his subordinates to lift the ice coffin containing Ji Baimo, go to the crematorium, and cremate Ji Baimo before burying him in the ancestral grave.

It is difficult to enter the earth as soon as possible, and it is better to rest in peace as soon as possible.

As for the rest, let's put it on hold.

Wen Youchen understood what they meant, nodded, and went together, and at this time, the housekeeper ran in in a panic.