Vol 7 Chapter 27: : Burying Master Sun

It was late at night and the moonlight was guiding them. Several servants carried a black wooden coffin and walked steadily behind Fang Lang. The wooden Taoist and the pine layman have just left.
Lu Xiaofeng walked at the back of the team. He had been around the world for many years. He had long been immune to the coffin. The dead have seen a lot, and there is no fear in their imagination. Instead, they are used to it.
The night is as thick as ink. The autumn wind and grass, the withered white poplar trees, and an ice-plate-like bright moon has just risen, obliquely illuminating this gloomy and desolate wine cellar field, and no people or even ghosts can be seen.
Even if there were ghosts, he couldn't see it, Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but shudder in response to the autumn wind that was rushing towards him. Fang Lang still walked at the forefront of the team calmly.
Looking at this place in the afternoon, I still don't feel that this place is so barren. Looking at the white wooden door now, I feel a little confused. It's just that, lying inside, but his friends, even if they don't have a deep friendship, as long as they are friends whom Lu Xiaofeng recognizes, even if they become ghosts, they will not change.
Fang Lang waved his hand, and several people stopped immediately. This place is good. There is a barren mountain outside. Just dig a hole, erect a monument, and bury the coffin inside, and it's done.
"Let's go." After he finished speaking, Fang Lang threw a few deposits of silver to several servants. As long as he and Lu Xiaofeng complete the rest, these people can't help much.
The two exchanged glances, and Lu Xiaofeng pushed in. The ancient heavy wooden door made a "creaking" sound, which seemed particularly desolate in this silent night.
Master Sun was still lying there quietly, his face turned completely black. It seemed that the blood had begun to solidify, and the eyes were still earning a lot, still maintaining the appearance of horror before death.
Lu Xiaofeng stretched out his hand to caress Grandpa Sun's face, and finally closed his unwilling eyes. Fang Lang waited outside, this place is actually not that safe, otherwise he would not have to be buried here.
Lu Xiaofeng didn't mean to dislike him at all, and carried the person on his back. He was not heavy before he was alive, and after he died, his weight dropped by a large proportion with the loss of his blood. Lu Xiaofeng almost suspected that he was carrying a paper man.
Fang Lang raised his hand with a big hand. Without water in his clothes, the lid of the coffin was lifted by a powerful internal force. Lu Xiaofeng took advantage of the situation and put the person in. He didn't expect that the size was just right, and it seemed to be tailor-made for him.
Fang Lang looked at it with satisfaction. He was not very good during his lifetime, and he must have a comfortable home even after he died. Lu Xiaofeng wanted to step forward and cover the coffin, but Fang Lang waved his hand to solve the problem.
The two of them worked together to find a place that was considered good as Feng Shui, and buried Master Sun in it. These things could have been done after dawn, but Fang Lang didn't like to keep things until tomorrow.
To say, who can dig pits and bury people in the middle of the night without changing the face and heartbeat, I am afraid there are only these two people in front of them. It's just that Lu Xiaofeng didn't feel scared because Master Sun was originally his friend.
On the other hand, Fang Lang didn't pay attention to this matter at all. He hadn't found someone to settle the account about the coffin! Even if Lu Xiaofeng had already split the two eye-catching Redwood Pavilions.
However, Fang Lang always felt that that person would still do something. On September 15, the day of the decisive battle, something must happen!
It's just that, during this period of time, the rumors on the rivers and lakes are of all kinds, and all versions are available. Whatever the two people are at odds, they design each other to frame each other, and they will use all means to become famous in the first battle.
However, the rumors stop at the wise. He can't control what others say, and don't want to control, as long as he doesn't touch his bottom line. But, obviously this time about the coffin, he has already taken care of it.
After the incident here ended, Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng returned to the inn where they had stayed. Of course, no one will do six for them at this time, but this does not mean that they can't enter.
Both of them performed light work and jumped in through their windows. Fang Lang had no sleep all night, and the touch of his fingertips is still fresh in his memory. This feeling of being provoked has been infinitely amplified in this silent night.
Lu Xiaofeng fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow, and what happened today has made him unable to think about anything. It's better to recharge your energy and think about it better tomorrow.
Furthermore, if you have an appointment with a beautiful person tomorrow, how can you be so tired. He is still very interested in beauty. The death of Master Sun may be a relief for him, after all, he is destined to have no ambitions in his life.
On the second day, the layman Gu Song came to their inn early, and now the entire capital was talking about Ye Gucheng's injury, and the bets on Fang Lang suddenly increased.
They shouldn't care about so many things about people in the world. But no matter where you go, the names of these two people are always in your ears. Even if you can't find out, you still know more or less about the situation of the betting market.
Fang Lang opened his eyes on time as soon as it broke. The first ray of sunlight in the morning took care of the early riser without hesitation, and he hardly fell asleep throughout the night.
I always feel faintly in my heart that the death of Master Sun must have been done by the same person as the red wooden coffin with his name inscribed. But, who did this and what was the purpose? !
Either money or love. The latter is more complicated. There can be many kinds of emotions, hatred is a kind of emotion, jealousy is a kind of emotion, and resentment is also a kind of emotion. If it is for money alone, then things are much simpler.
But if it is for personal grievances, it is not that simple. The problem that money can solve is not a problem, but the most complicated thing about people is feelings. Once anything is related to feelings, it is not something that can be clarified.
Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaofeng would also wake up so early today. Fang Lang had just come downstairs to see him sitting with the wooden Taoist Gu Song, and they seemed to be chatting very happily.
Fang Lang walked over slowly, Xiao Er immediately added a pair of bowls and chopsticks to him with sharp eyes. At this time, it was still early, and there were not many people in the inn. ..
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