Save Honkai Gong [Rebirth]

At the funeral, besides him, there were a total of twelve people who came.

These people came by car, all of them were extraordinary, wearing suits and ties, defiant, with a hint of disdain mixed with the expressions on their faces.

Not even a basic wreath was delivered.The only one was sent by Fan Yuan.It didn't look like they came to attend a funeral, but rather they came to celebrate one by one.

Shen's coffin was placed in the center and sealed.Looking up along the coffin, it is a black and white portrait, his young and handsome face is framed in the photo frame.

In the photo frame, he was smiling, just a very shallow smile. For some reason, after looking at it for a long time, Fan Yuan shuddered subconsciously, because that smile actually revealed a trace of evil.

The man seemed to be resurrected from the dead in the photo frame, staring straight at him through the crowd.

After a while, in an atmosphere of silence, the funeral proceeded to the point of saying goodbye to the deceased, and everyone had to speak the truth to the deceased.

The first to go up was a man in a suit and leather shoes.

"A good death! A good death!" The man walked to his coffin with a cigarette in his mouth, kicked his coffin violently, and said with a sinister smile: "You trash, you should have died a long time ago. "

The man went down after cursing for a while.

The second person came up, she was a young and beautiful woman with a three-point resemblance to Shen Xian's eyebrows.

The woman raised her chin proudly, stared coldly at the coffin in front of her, and said in a bitter tone: "You are a prodigal. I really don't know how the old man fell in love with you."

After saying that, she threw the flowers she gave to the deceased on the ground, stepped on them with high heels until they were smashed, and turned away with a cold face.

The third man walked up holding a white flower with a smile on his face. His words and expressions were obviously much better than those of the two just now, but what he said was straightforward.

"Brother, go all the way. Thank you for the shares you left for us."

Then the fourth, the fifth, the tenth... They bid farewell to Shen Xian one after another. The farewell words were full of resentment, and each one was more mocking than the other. No one wanted him to live.

Fan Yuan lowered his eyes helplessly, and his heart felt astringent.

How pathetic was this Shen Xian's life before his death?

It's his turn, Fan Yuan walked up holding the flowers, stared blankly at his coffin for a while, then sighed regretfully, and left two words: "Go well."

Not long after the farewell to the deceased, everyone wanted to skip the steps to bury Shen Xian, waiting impatiently one by one, but they didn't dare to do it themselves, so they had to call someone to bury him.

A group of people were noisy, unaware that there was a strange fragrance of roses in the air.

The fragrance of the flowers was very strong, and Fan Yuan felt a little dizzy after smelling it for a long time, but the others didn't seem to notice the strangeness, and they argued with each other at the funeral with loud voices, their faces were red and their ears were flushed, and their saliva flew all over the place.

He has a bad heart, he doesn't like such a noisy place, and he is very sensitive to this strong smell.I'm sorry for Shen Xian, but he has to leave.

Fan Yuan stood up, bowed politely to several people in the mourning hall, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well, so I'll be leaving first."

One asked, "What's your relationship with him?"

Fan Yuan thought for a while and said, "Friend."

A burst of laughter broke out in the mourning hall: "Don't be funny, how could that psychopath have friends."

Another person waved his hand and said impatiently: "If you want to leave, hurry up. We can't wait to lose a share."

"What are you talking about friends? To be reasonable, you didn't come here for the old man's shares. Now that the old man and the little lunatic are dead, everything can join in the fun."

"..." Fan Yuan frowned at their choking. After staying for two seconds, he picked up the suit on the back of the chair with a calm face and prepared to leave.

At this time, a person walked in against the light at the entrance of the mourning hall, and everyone's attention fell on him.

The man was wearing Mr. Rabbit's tuxedo, with a slender figure and elegant demeanor, holding a string of bright red balloons, and walked in with straight legs.

Fan Yuan met him face to face.

He wore a snow-white rabbit mask on his face, covering the upper half of his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly, only a pair of lifeless black eyes like a swamp could be seen under his mask.

For a moment, those eyes flickered darkly from the moment they saw Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan was stunned for a moment, after the farce just now, he has now adapted to this funeral, and pressed the corners of his lips in a familiar manner, even if a dinosaur appeared at this moment, he would not be surprised.

The man took off the jazz hat on his head, bowed to him in a gentlemanly manner, and then snapped his fingers with his gloved hand, and all the doors and windows of the mourning hall were heavily shut.

Not only Fan Yuan panicked, but all ten people present stood up, looked at each other for a while, and then all looked at Mr. Rabbit in front of Fan Yuan.

"Hey... what's going on here?"

"Why are the doors and windows closed?"

Mr. Rabbit didn't intend to talk to anyone, the eyes under the mask stared straight at Fan Yuan's, as if there was nothing else in those starry eyes except him.

He slightly bent down at about 1.8 meters tall, reached out and handed Fan Yuan the balloon string he was holding, and said with a smile, "Here you are."

Fan Yuan didn't reach out to take it, but after taking a look at the man, he said displeasedly, "Let me out."

"You don't want it..." Mr. Rabbit sighed in disappointment, and withdrew his hand in mid-air. At the same time, the pair of dimly shining eyes also sank, returning to the lifeless dark color.

"I..." Fan Yuan wanted to say something, but suddenly his mind went blank, and then his whole body softened, and he was about to fall to the ground as soon as his knees were bent.

The man supported his body in time and hugged him into his arms.

Fan Yuan struggled to open his eyes, but his eyelids were extremely heavy.

The strong rose fragrance on the man's body stimulated his senses and swept his consciousness.

In the gradually blurred vision, the sharp lip line was split, with a hint of evil intent, opening and closing at him, but he couldn't hear a word that came out of that mouth.

Fan Yuan's eyes darkened and he passed out in his arms.

While half dreaming and half awake, it seemed that someone gently kissed him. The kiss was extremely gentle, as gentle as if he was kissing a fragile porcelain bottle.

Fan Yuan struggled to wake up, in a daze, he found that his body was being hugged by someone, and in a dreamlike moment, the man was leading him around, dancing a waltz gracefully.

tick tock...

Drops of moist water fell on his fair cheeks and slid down his smooth chin, and then a fishy smell mixed with the fragrance of roses entered his nostrils.

Fan Yuan stretched out his hand suspiciously, and stared at his fingertips, which completely woke him up.

Where is the water!

That is a drop of viscous blood!

He suddenly looked up, and saw corpses strangled to death by steel wires, hanging from the beams, staggering, staring at Fan Yuan with blood-red eyeballs.

Everyone who attended the funeral hung on to it!

"Baby, are you awake?" A deep voice rang in his ear.

Shen Xian took off the mask and threw it aside, revealing a handsome and young face under the mask.

Fan Yuan's eyes widened suddenly: "It's you! Are you alive?"

"How about this banquet I prepared for you?" He grinned, and the wickedness in the corner of his mouth overlapped with the smile in the picture frame.

"These people...you killed them?!" Fan Yuan almost tremblingly asked this sentence.

Shen Lian didn't answer him, but stopped pulling him, then grabbed his waist and kissed him, poking out her flexible tongue, invading his mouth.

"What are you doing... um..."

"let me go……"

"You crazy..."

No matter how Fan Yuan scolded him, the man remained indifferent, his lifeless black eyes were filled with an extreme gentleness, so gentle that Fan Yuanru drowned in the sea.

For some reason, Fan Yuan suddenly felt a palpitation.

The strange heartbeat echoed in the eardrums.

The frightening moment of careful thought actually overwhelmed the fear in his body, and he couldn't see anything else in his line of sight except for the pair of eyes that were as gentle as water.

Shen Xian showed a satisfied smile at his current expression, and then continued to lead him in the waltz, every movement was extremely elegant.

Fan Yuan had no strength in his body, and wanted to push him away, but he couldn't do anything. He could only let him dance the pas de deux symbolizing death at the funeral like a puppet.

Shen Lian tightly clasped his waist, and the shiny black leather shoes stepped on the pool of blood, splashing blood in streaks.

Rivers of blood flowed on the ground, staining the wreath sent by Fan Yuan red. The corpses were hanging above, staring at them with bloodshot eyes, and they became the only spectators of their pas de deux.

The pas de deux drew to a close.

Shen Xian knelt down on one knee, and when he couldn't recover, he raised his right hand, and kissed the back of his hand, and then handed a cold pistol/gun into his hand.

The door behind him slowly opened, and a strong white light shone in from the door.

Fan Yuan's body began to regain strength, he shivered and retreated towards the door, staring at the man with gentle eyes in front of him with red eyes in disbelief.

Just like in the alley at that time, he seemed to be smiling, and said to him: "Shoot and kill me."

"I..." Fan Yuan's voice was trembling, the heavy pistol/gun seemed to weigh a thousand catties in his hand, and the hand tremblingly raised up uncontrollably, aiming at Shen Xian's heart.

Shen Xun stood up unsteadily.

In Fan Yuan's sight, Shen Yan was smiling, his smile was as bright as the sun, but like a bloody god of death, he was approaching him step by step in the darkness.

"don't want……"

"do not come……"

"I told you not to come here!"

"Bang!!" With a deafening gunshot, the gentleman in a tuxedo slowly fell to the ground, and Fan Yuan escaped from the bloody funeral as if mad.

The sound of police sirens came from a distance, and explosions sounded one after another, causing the mourning hall to be annihilated by the fire that soared into the sky, and the house was blown to the point of collapse.

Fan Yuan was gasping for breath, standing on the lawn not far from the funeral.

Shen Xian's last smile was lingering in his mind, causing his heart to throb violently.

Fan Yuan knelt down on the ground with a distorted face, his left hand was clutching at his heart, panting heavily, and for a moment, saliva dripped out of his mouth uncontrollably.

He wanted to reach out for the heart medicine in his pocket, but his hand couldn't stop shaking at all, causing the medicine bottle to slip from his hand and roll on the ground.

He didn't have any strength to pick up the medicine bottle anymore, and with a violent throbbing pain in his heart, his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

In the end, no one escaped from the funeral.