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Chapter 6

The autumn wind is suddenly tight, and the maple forest is suddenly late.

Outside the Baichang Cemetery,

Li Xinghe was alone, his eyes were cold and piercing, overlooking the world in front of him.

behind,

A cool breeze blew up, leaving behind waves of afterimages.

"Your Majesty, can we begin?"

A black umbrella, magnificent as a cover, slowly moved to the sky above Li Xinghe's head.

comer,
It is a member of the Temple of War God.

Mr. Wu An——

White.

Since the battle of Changping,
Bai Qi killed more than [-] soldiers.

So far,

Bai Qi became famous in the first battle, and the world called Ren Tu.

same year,

Enter the Temple of War God, titled Killing God.

After thousands of years of selection,

Today, he has become Li Xinghe's personal dead waiter.

Therefore, he is also the guest of honor in the eyes of the Four Great Halls.

This time, come up in vain,

Just hearing that Your Majesty entered the world,

The first thing he did was to hold a feast-like grand funeral for a mortal.

He didn't say much, and came in a hurry.

Since it is your Majesty's will, you must handle this matter for him. Every word and deed must not be careless in the slightest.

"Um……"

"let's start."

Li Xinghe looked down with cold eyes.

A good show is finally about to begin.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After all,
Bai Qi snapped his fingers, and there was a crisp sound.

On the road ten miles away, a black luxury car immediately appeared.

It's the Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

inside the car.

The driver was a young man with sunglasses.

On the passenger seat was an old man in a white robe. Although he was as thin as a stick and had a white beard, his gloomy eyes were full of vicissitudes of life.

In the rear driver's seat, sat a young and beautiful woman, dressed in black, which reflected the whiteness of her skin even more, and under her willow eyebrows, was full of white moonlight, noble and cool.

Even more surprising is that,

Cullinan drove forward slowly, heading towards the Baichang Cemetery.

Behind the car, there was a uniform running sound.

When I fixed my eyes, I saw a large group of men in black running closely following Cullinan, and everything was so orderly.

And these mysterious people,
It was exactly the funeral that Li Xinghe specially planned for Mr. Wang.

The so-called manifesting the holiness before people is nothing more than this.

Although such a scene was ten miles away, Li Xinghe could clearly see it in his eyes.

Even their every move,
Including how hard the man in black clenched his fists and how tightly his mouth was closed when he was running.

……

In Baichang Cemetery,
White wreaths are long gone.

As Wang Shiguo's son, Wang Zhong became the host here.

With tears in his eyes, he stood up slowly after crying.

Then he turned to face the crowd, tremblingly said:

"Thank you to all the elders, colleagues, friends, and elders whom my late father knew for coming to mourn my late father."

"I am his son, Wang Zhong. Here, I thank everyone for being able to attend my late father's funeral."

Subsequently,

Wang Zhong started to bow deeply to the crowd.

Then went on to say,

"It's almost half an hour past the time for the funeral."

"Next, I announce that the funeral of my late father, Wang Shiguo, has officially begun!"

……

After greeting each other, the comrades-in-arms heard Wang Zhong's speech again.

He just couldn't help but want to come to the tombstone of Mr. Wang.

But according to the law, they still need to be in the back, and the family members need to go through the process first.

So they began to wait in the back, anxiously.

As soon as they saw the strange tombstone, but it carried comrades in arms for many years, they couldn't help their tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Who would have thought that the comrades-in-arms of many years would just be gone forever.

The last time I contacted him, I still remember his smile.

This time I came here, but I never saw each other again in this life, just like participating in a business trip.

as if,
The war happened yesterday.

Relying on each other, they bravely killed the enemy and stained the battlefield with blood.

Just a second ago, they were still dependent on each other for life and death, calling each other brothers and sisters,

The next second is the parting of life and death, Yin and Yang are separated, and they will never see each other again.

They tried hard to convince themselves, but the rumors and rumors in their ears were endless.

There are things about the old queen's half life, all of them, he has been bullied and so on.

At first,
When they heard such news, they still didn't believe it.

After all, they felt that Brother Wang was so famous that even if he retired from the army, according to common sense, he should enjoy happy treatment in the rest of his life.

but,

There is a huge gap between what you dream about and what you think in reality.

They heard that Mr. Wang's death seemed to be related to his family.

He was hospitalized but refused to pay, and died of illness in bed.

As soon as they thought of this, they immediately began to sigh, and they were brooding about this matter.

Even the eye sockets couldn't help turning red.

I feel that Brother Wang has lived his whole life, which is too sad.

However, they still managed to control their emotions immediately, without any real evidence, it was difficult to say anything.

After all, this is a funeral, so we still need to pay attention to the occasion and avoid taking up too much public time of others.

After a few minutes,
They also began to specially present elegiac couplets and curtains for Mr. Wang.

……

【Luck and longevity all come back, voice and appearance are mellow, teeth are both virtuous and prosperous, and reputation is always shining】

[My deepest condolences to Comrade Wang Shiguo]

【Brother-in-arms Qiu Heyun respectfully pulls back】

……

【Brother Lan, Lord Wang Shiguo through the ages】

[Taoyuan is frosty and cold, crying and throwing piano, tears spilling on Lantai, it's hard to eat again]

[Dong Chengguang, brother of Yumeng, pays homage]

……

【Brother Lan, Lord Wang Shiguo through the ages】

【Yan Yan has passed away, Fengmu and Sadness, unrivaled feats, spirit never fades】

【Brother Yumeng Zhang Qichao pays homage to him】

……

[A lifetime of goodness, a half-life of grace, evergreen pines and cypresses, a farewell through the ages]

[My deepest condolences to Comrade Wang Shiguo]

【Chen Liuxiang, a comrade in arms for ten years, respects and condolences】

……

Several comrades in arms paid their respects one after another.

Looking at the tombstone, he finally bowed.

While bowing, the tears in the corners of their eyes began to fall involuntarily.

But in the ear, I also immediately heard some private words around me.

The eyes and voices of these people always feel so noisy and weird.

just like,
The people at this funeral are all unpredictable and different.

I don't know what they are talking about.

But suddenly,
It's like they heard something...

what?
Urn?trash bag?
This is……

what happened?

Thinking of this, the comrades all looked at each other in blank dismay.

An urn?
yes……

Yes, where did Brother Wang's urn go?
Looking around, everyone's eyes were the same as before, they were all suspicious.

But in the end,
Their eyes were still focused on the garbage bag that Ma Xiaorong was holding in both hands.

Why is a garbage bag used to carry garbage in her hands on purpose?
This shows what?
obviously,
It shows that the things in the garbage bag are definitely not garbage, but have a certain value and are worth keeping in your hands.

Looking at the current situation, and looking at everyone's faces, gazes, and discussions, they are even more certain about what is in the garbage bag.

But everything must pay attention to evidence, otherwise it will be bloody.

Comrade Chen Liuxiang,
I couldn't help but take a step forward,
He asked politely, "Hello, may I ask, are you my sister, Ma Xiaorong?"

"Yes." Ma Xiaorong sobbed and nodded.

"Well, then...what's in this garbage bag, but...?"

Chen Liuxiang concentrated his mind and asked boldly.

(End of this chapter)