Chapter 584: Funeral without tears (2)

late at night.
"boom!"
A huge shadow hit a brick wall covered with white paint, and the depression was more than half a meter deep, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye. There was nothing except the faint blood smell and the cracked depression wall.
Wushan followed closely into this dead end and seemed to be looking for something everywhere, a little neon light overflowing from behind him.
Suddenly, he looked up, and in the deep night sky, a white corsage loomed. Blue and white silk-like light twined between the palms of Wushan. Followed with a bow on his knee, he jumped into the air at a height of more than twenty meters. Hold a twisted air in your right hand and pull down hard.
The invisible shock spread, Wanjia lights in the bustling urban area went out at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the harsh electronic sounds made pedestrians outside the street unable to resist covering their ears.
After a muffled sound,
Wushan fell to the ground according to a mass of colorless things, and the dust was diffused. The man's features gradually showed up, and his forehead was bleeding.
"Give me the corsage."
Wushan said coldly.
Although the man was embarrassed, the corner of his mouth still sneered: "If it wasn't for Zhao Jianzhong's rules, and in the Yan Fu incident, you thought you could catch me?"
Wu Shan raised his fist, and the silky silky smooth light turned into deep red, and then slammed into the man's face, in the sound of bursting flames, and the cracks in the asphalt road around him were dense.
"If it was replaced by the Yan Fu incident, I would have slaughtered you early. Bring it!"
Blood stains and green smoke spread together, Wu Shan narrowed his eyes and noticed the sharp danger of acupuncture.
The man under his fist lowered in tone, he said quietly:
"Pick the flowers sooner or later, you will lose the qualification for acting, and innocent people will be disqualified in the worst case. I'd like to see, who of us can kill who!"
After all, a series of black mantras spread over the man's neck, and the savory breath made the surrounding stones tremble.
The blue veins on Wushan's face appeared faintly: "Don't pull me by yourself."
After all, the white, green, blue, and red and yellow lights began to flash behind him alternately ...
ten minutes later.
A black Santana was stuck in front of the alley, and the window fell down. Inside was a man with a shawl wearing sunglasses.
Wu Shan came out of the alley, holding a corsage that was constantly trembling in the wind, and half of his face was occupied by the twisted mantra, which looked extremely terrifying.
He opened the door of the shawl and sat in, making the shawl burst into admiration.
"Meng Ji is also a good hand in Yan Zhaohui. I didn't expect to plant it in your hands."
The beast has the shape of a leopard, and the title is white body and its name is Meng Ji.
-"Shan Hai Jing · Bei Shan Jing Juan"
"I haven't picked up the fault of soft persimmon pinch."
Wu Shan said, looking at the dark alley, and suddenly he laughed and said, "It's all ten masters, Zhu Jiuyin told us to fight, Zhao Jianzhong told us not to fight too hard, how can we keep this? Why aren't they two? Let ’s fight first, we have a whole set of problems.

"Say Huan Er, a similar agent of similar strength, must have a problem, but he can still handle it. If the ten masters really fight each other, it is really difficult to clean up. Let us all make things difficult."
Shawl looked at the mantra on Wushan's face: "You don't look very well, the day after tomorrow is a funeral, do you want me to help?"
"It doesn't matter, I can handle it."
Shawl stepped on the throttle: "Be happy with you. Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhan has something to ask me to bring you."
"what."
"The one you mentioned before, that's Li Yan, right?"
Wushan was intrigued, and the mantra on his face twisted more cheerfully: "What happened to him?"
"Mr. Zhan asked me to tell you not to provoke him at this funeral."
"..."
Wushan closed his eyes. It took me a while to open his eyes: "What about Teacher Zhan?"
"He doesn't have time to see you now."
Santana turned around and disappeared into the night.

Overcast on October 19.
Luoyang Funeral Home
"Comrade? Comrade?"
The man took his gaze from the words "civil affairs for the people, civil administration loves the people". A pair of dim eyes stared at the uncle in front of him.
He looked like he was in his fifties and upwards. He had distinctly mixed white hair on both sides, rhinoplasty, chapped and whitish lips, and he was wearing a clean old Zhongshan suit. His grey eyes were a little strange. Near Lise.
"Please show me the death certificate and the ID of the deceased."
"Oh."
The man fumbled for a while in his trouser pocket, then passed it to the teacher.
"This ID has expired."
The man heard the words, his dark eyes widened, and pursed his lips to look at the crumpled faded card in his hand. Above is a man who can't see his face clearly, with the word "Qin An" written in the name column.
"I haven't reissued it, please help."
"This ... we have rules and regulations."
The man was silent for a while.
After a long while, he uttered another sentence: "Help."
"..." The other side nodded reluctantly. "Okay, I'll try it for you."
"Thank you."
"Well, wait a minute, comrade, what is your surname?"
"Last name Zhuo."
"What is your relationship with the dead?"
"Friend. He has no immediate family members."
"Is the hall of worship set up in a funeral home?"
"Yes."
"It's all right, when will you take the body?"
"There is no body. Do the clothes."
"Ah, well. Then, where are they buried?"
"Northern Cemetery."
...
After more than two hours of toss, the sky was already bright. The man walked out of the funeral home with a black and white portrait alone. The photo was a young man with a classic smile in the middle of the nineties.
A long team of red flag cars usually came across the road and stopped in front of the man.
Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Yunwen Ji, and other people got out of the car, all wearing black uniforms, and looked so simple.
Zhao Jianzhong didn't get out of the car, but raised his face and looked at the old man holding the statue in the back seat and the roadside.
"Jiuge."
Zhan Yuejin stepped forward and took the photo from the man.
"Ok."
Ji Wenji stood behind Zhan and lowered her head gently: "Jiuge."
"Ok."
"Get in the car"
While talking, Zhan Yue leaned to one side.
The man shook his head. "Your car is crowded, and I'm in a car with the old man."
Zhan Yuejin glanced quickly at the man's eyes, then nodded. Li Wenji licked her lips without speaking.
"Leap forward, don't think about it. Let Xiao'an do the funeral first, and the others will come later."
"Got it."
Zhan Yuejin lowered his head.
Then, the man got into Zhao Jianzhong's car.
The beetle in the driver's seat said, "Mr. Zhuo."
"Hello there."
Having said that, Zhu Jiuyin turned his head and rushed to Zhao Jianzhong and said, "I'm back."
"Just come back. I'll look for someone to decorate the hall. Go back to the hotel first."
"it is good."
The convoy restarted and two elderly men of very different temperaments sat together. Like a solemn lacquer painting.
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