"Who are you, and why are you blocking our Moe family's funeral procession?" An elder at the front widened his eyes in anger, glaring fiercely at Mu Qianyue.
"Is it you?" Moe Yang shouted, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes as he spoke, "Mu Qianyue, we may have had our disputes, but today is a significant day for the Moe family. You'd better step aside."
Mu Qianyue raised her eyes, and a spark of mystery flashed in her deep black pupils, "Do you think I'm here to cause trouble?"
"Aren't you?" Moe Yang glared.
"I'm not that bored." Mu Qianyue rolled her eyes, pointing with her delicate finger at the coffin, and said slowly, "The person inside the coffin is not dead. If you bury her like this, she will really die."
"Impossible!" Moe Yang shouted in shock and horror, then seemed to think of something and asked, "What makes you say she's not dead?"
