Shocking the Whole Internet! You Are Not a Psychologist at All!

Chapter 441-444

Chapter 441 Return of the Dead

As the village's wealthiest man and the Dong family's eldest son, Dong Mingshan's words were quite influential.

Even though the villagers felt uneasy, this was the Dong family's business, after all.

In addition, Dong Mingshan had invested a lot of money in the village and held shares in many of the village enterprises.

Finally, under Dong Mingshan's insistence, the funeral ceremony was carried out in an orderly manner.

"If you don't listen to people's advice, disaster will come!!!"

Daoist Yunxiao stomped his feet as he watched the funeral procession gradually leave.

Burial, monument, worship...

After a series of procedures, it was already afternoon.

At around 4 p.m., Dong Mingshan personally drove Chen Yu back to the psychological treatment room.

"After this matter ends, they might not appreciate your kindness."

"Therefore, you have to be mentally prepared."

Dong Mingshan took out a cigarette and lit it. He sighed. "I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

"You know that everything can't be as you wish, and you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"You have done everything with a clear conscience, but there will always be people who think you have ulterior motives."

After saying so, Chen Yu glanced at the sky and smiled. "It's getting late. The second act of the big show is about to begin."

"Go home and be careful."

"Sigh."

Dong Mingshan looked worried. He took two puffs of his cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground.

He closed the car door and drove away.

It was midnight, and everything was quiet.

The Dong family's residence, which had been bustling for a day, returned to silence.

After sorting out his mother's belongings, Dong Mingshan returned to his room with heavy footsteps.

After tomorrow, this house will no longer be inhabited.

Dong Mingshan would only bring his family back here during the Qingming Festival, the Chinese New Year Festival, and the Winter Festival every year.

Dong Mingshan glanced at the portrait of his mother on the table and covered himself with a quilt before sleeping.

"Whoosh..."

After some time, Dong Mingshan was awakened by a gust of wind.

Someone had opened the few windows that were originally closed.

The pale moonlight shone into the room through the window.

The moonlight dimly illuminated his mother's portrait.

The portrait, the moonlight, and the window that suddenly opened added a bit of gloominess to the room.

"Mingshan — Mingshan —"

At this moment, Dong Mingshan heard a strange and resentful voice.

"Mother?"

Dong Mingshan turned his head abruptly. The blood in his body was almost cold.

Behind him, by the bed, stood his dead mother!

"Mother, you..."

Dong Mingshan was about to speak when something unexpected happened.