Chapter 6

Chen Hao arrived at the Chen Family Funeral Home.

This was his family's business.

It was considered famous in this city.

Chen Hao had just arrived when he saw many expensive cars parked at the entrance.

"Which rich guy kicked the bucket?"

Just as Chen Hao was muttering to himself, Chen Qiang walked out from inside.

"You brat, hurry up and come in."

"A big order came in today."

"If we do it well, the other party will give us two hundred thousand."

Chen Qiang appeared somewhat excited.

Two hundred thousand; he hadn't seen this much money in a long time.

Usually, those guys only gave ten or twenty thousand.

"Okay."

Chen Hao walked in.

After putting down his backpack, putting on his work clothes, and arriving at the workroom.

Chen Hao froze.

Because he discovered that he recognized the man standing inside.

"Zhao Tianba!"

Zhao Tianba was Zhao Ritian's father, a guy with a burly build, a face full of fat, and a gold necklace hanging around his neck.

It's just that one doesn't know if this big gold chain would float in a swimming pool.

Chen Hao had seen him at a school parent-teacher meeting back then.

Because he was too distinctive, Chen Hao remembered him.

"I heard you were Little Tian's classmate?"

"Yes."

Chen Hao nodded.

Zhao Tianba was very cold at this moment, giving people a feeling of the calm before a storm.

"That's perfect, help send him off on his final journey."

"Okay."

Chen Hao walked over and lifted the white cloth.

The deceased Zhao Ritian was revealed.

He still had that same punchable look.

Seeing this, Chen Hao couldn't help but say to himself in his heart, "In your next life, be a good person."

He began to handle the process.

It must be said that Chen Hao's craftsmanship had deeply inherited Chen Qiang's true teachings.

Under his makeup, Zhao Ritian regained his former "glory."

"Lit... Little Tian!"

Looking at the rosy-faced Zhao Ritian, Zhao Tianba could no longer suppress the grief in his heart.

He leaned against the workbench and burst into tears.

Seeing this, Chen Hao silently retreated.

He had long since become accustomed to the situation before him.

After waiting outside for a while, Chen Hao was called in.

As Zhao Ritian was sent into the incinerator, a system prompt sounded in Chen Hao's mind.

"Ding-dong!"

"Congratulations to the host, corpse concealment successful!"

"Obtained B-grade ability—【Flame Control】!"

Hearing this system prompt, a flash of joy crossed Chen Hao's face.