The ultimate god of war in the city

"I'll go, it turns out to be a big guy with a war zone background, I'll just say why so many big guys in the Han River are here!"

Wang Fatzi, who was hiding in the crowd, exclaimed, and he was afraid for a while.

Only now did he realize that what he had just done was simply dancing on the tip of a knife!

The armored car slowly stopped.

"All of them, get

out of the car!" As

a high-pitched voice sounded, a group of soldiers with solemn faces jumped out of the car in unison, and then quickly lined up in two lines.

Although they are just a simple action, that capable energy still carries a certain natural deterrent.

Suddenly, the noisy voices around were suppressed a lot.

But as Zhao Wenjie, who was wearing a three-star uniform, got out of the car, the surrounding noise resounded again.

"Three...... Could it be that this is the Zhao family's promising son

, Zhao Wenjie?" "Such a young three-star general, it must be

Zhao Wenjie!" "Look, Zhao Wenjie is following behind, but our deputy commander of the Han River Theater, Tang Long!"

"It's strange, the deputy commanders are here,

why didn't the big commander appear?" ......

In the hustle and bustle, Zhao Wenjie led a group of soldiers and walked towards the mourning hall with neat steps.

The footsteps of all the warriors were silent, a sign of respect for the undead

, and as these people stepped up,

the noise around them subsided again.

Under such a solemn scene, not many people still dare to talk nonsense.

"Sacrifice the spirit!" Zhao

Wenjie walked to the front of the main entrance of the mourning hall, and before he entered, he shouted solemnly.

Immediately, hundreds of fighters behind him quickly took off their hats and held them in their hands.

Mourn in silence and pay tribute to the dead.

Yang Fei stepped forward to return the salute, and then led Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and the others to Ling Feng.

"Tianzun, please mourn!" Zhao

Wenjie said with a sad face.

Ling Feng nodded lightly: "Go to the pillar incense."

Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and the others took the incense handed over by Aunt Bai, and bowed respectfully three times!

Uncle Bai saw everything in his eyes, and praised Ling Feng again and again, and his heart was also extremely comforted.

The dead are irretrievable, and the living can live better, which is the greatest consolation for the dead.

As Zhao Wenjie, Tang Long and others knelt on both sides of the mourning hall, Tang Ru and other juniors also came back to their senses and knelt on the ground one after another.

They completely regarded themselves as their own, and Ling Feng acquiesced to this.

Everyone knelt like this, not saying a word, only the mourning in the mourning hall kept echoing.

But in this case, no one dared to complain.

After half an hour

, Yang Fei walked behind Ling Feng and said in a deep voice: "Tianzun, the time has come!" Ling Feng immediately got up: "Spirit! Funeral!"

The voice fell, Yang Fei and Zhao Wenjie were separated on both sides, Tang Long took a few people to the back of the coffin, and at the same time lifted the crystal coffin, and walked outside step by step with heavy steps.

At the forefront, hundreds of soldiers brought by Zhao Wenjie opened the way

! Bang bang bang!

The salute rang out in the sky, and the hearts of everyone around trembled.

With such specifications, even if Tang Long died, it would be impossible to appear again!

And this made everyone more and more unable to guess who this deceased was.

Ling Feng held Ling Xiaoran, holding the portrait of Ling Yan and his wife, while Aunt Bai supported Uncle Bai and walked in front of the coffin with Ling Feng.

And after everyone walked in front of those bigwigs, a scene that made people dumbfounded again appeared

! None of these bigwigs of the Han River got up, but all knelt on the ground, walked on their knees, and followed the funeral procession

! Wearing linen and filial piety!

Kneeling and bowing!

This was given to them by Ling Feng, and no one dared to disobey at this moment.

At the same time, the humiliation in everyone's hearts also added a little anxiety, why haven't the people of the Wuhu Group arrived yet

? Could it be that they were frightened by the current scene?

This is absolutely impossible, and these people can only deter the ordinary people who are watching the excitement around them!

As the powerful men from all sides knelt down and walked away, the surrounding crowd subconsciously followed! The

horror in their hearts was indescribable!

"What the hell is this going on? Why are these people kneeling on the ground and following others?"

", this can't be going to the Junsongling cemetery five kilometers away, right?"

It's impossible, it's too far, such a distance, not to mention that they knelt on the ground and rubbed it, even if we walk with our legs, it's all going to wear out our feet!"

......

The noise and discussion continued, but as the distance continued to close, the voices of those behind them became weaker and weaker!

Because they found that it was the direction of the Junsongling cemetery, and the powerful men of all parties in front of them still knelt on the ground and followed, and none of them dared to fall behind.

At first, their crying voices were false, but later many people really cried.

Because their knees were already worn out, but at a distance of three kilometers, the streets were already covered with dazzling blood.

However, no one came to stop such a horrific scene on the street, not even those approaching cars dared to honk their horns!

Because

of fear! All the people who followed felt an inexplicable fear! The

next excitement was not something they could watch, otherwise it would really be dangerous!

Of course, there were also some people who were not afraid of death, so they drove behind and followed behind.

Ling Feng's eyes were cold and sad, people can't be resurrected after death, and he can only give his eldest brother a good ride.

And today Ling Feng does not allow any accidents to happen!

On the Junsongling cemetery, the staff of the funeral home in charge of the burial in the cemetery have long since disappeared.

In addition to the tombstones, there was a faint white fog around, it was already eight o'clock, but the sun had not appeared, and this fog did not know how long it would last.

The sound of footsteps sounded in the empty cemetery, and the soldiers who opened the way quickened their pace.

In the blink of an eye, they were already standing in front of the cemetery, and the Han River bigwigs who knelt down and came forward were all kneeling in a small square in front of the tomb.

The atmosphere was solemn and even a little depressing.

"Let's go!" Yang

Fei's voice settled, and the two coffins fell heavily into the grave!

Uncle Bai and Aunt Bai secretly wiped their tears, and Xiaoran couldn't help crying again.

Even Ling Feng's eyes were a little sour.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the audience was extremely sad.

Uncle Bai stepped forward, grabbed a handful of loess from the ground and sprinkled it in: "Xiao Yan, Xiao Ying, you guys have a good journey!"

This is an indispensable etiquette step for him, an elder.

However, Ling Feng stopped Uncle Bai slightly: "Uncle Bai, please wait a moment."

"Xiaofeng, this place has arrived, let's let people settle down as soon as possible."

Uncle Bai looked back at Ling Feng, a little puzzled.

He thought that Ling Feng was too sad and reluctant to bury his eldest brother.

And Ling Feng's eyes became cold at this moment, and he said in a cold voice: "I found those people who forced my brother to death, and now, I want them to bury my brother together!"

"What?"

Old Uncle Bai couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

Ling Feng turned back to Yang Fei and shouted, "Push it up!"