In the vast expanse of whiteness, everyone had their own thoughts, and the ceremony officially began.
The Luo family members who were close to Luo Mingwei were wailing. As the monks chanted Sutras, the guests felt an inexplicable sense of eeriness, especially when they saw the White silk fluttering in the air where Luo Mingwei's urn was placed.
The news of the Lin family being haunted last night had spread throughout Jiang city.
Everyone said that Luo Mingwei had been shot in the head and died a tragic death.
Looking at the guests who had already begun to whisper, Luo Wenbo's lips curved into a proud smile.
"Big brother, no matter what you're thinking, I advise you not to."
Suddenly, Luo Wensu's deliberately lowered voice came from beside him.
Luo Wenbo's smile suddenly stopped in the dark. He slowly turned his head to look at his younger brother, his eyes showing impatience.
"You can't control what I want to do!"
