There is no exaggeration in these words.

The eighth level of heaven, such cultivation is almost enough to walk horizontally throughout the entire Wansong Provincial Capital.

Unless it is to meet a strong man like Song Liming, who is a top-level family head.

However, how could the head of the top aristocratic family leave the clan casually?

So Marriott really doesn't think he will be able to get into any tricks when he goes there.

Others nodded in agreement with this.

Wan Haojie knows his daughter. Although she is still young, she will not joke. Since she says this, she must have her own ideas or reasons.

So I immediately said: "Xiao Qian, if you have any words, just say it clearly, so that you can solve your second uncle's doubts."

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the others fell on Wan Qian at this moment.

Wan Qian smiled slightly, bowed to everyone very politely, and then said slowly: "Uncle Second, who do you think Song Wei's death will be done?"

"snort!!"

"This little beast relies on the domineering behavior of the Song family, doing more unethical things than eating. He hopes that he will die every day, and there are still a few people who want to kill him?"

Wan Haoyu snorted: "Anyway, it's not my Wan family who does it. Why should his Song family ask us to send someone to see him off?"

"It's nothing more than hope to be ruined, turning into a mad dog, and you will be caught and bite whoever you catch!"

"Um!"

“It makes sense.”

"I, Wan family, didn't cause trouble for his Song family first, but they bullied the weak?"

"The pure one will be clear, what are we afraid of?"

“…”

All the people of the tribe thought it was reasonable and followed them one by one.

Wan Qian smiled and shook her head, saying, "The pure one will be clear? Haha... Have you forgotten that people's words are terrifying?"

"Even if Song Wei's death was not done by Wanjia, my Wanjia will definitely become the first person to be suspected."

"After all, in this Wansong Provincial Capital, only our Wanjia is the only one who has reason to have the ability to kill Song Wei."

"You will not only have no benefit when you kill those from the Song family, but will also completely arouse the anger of the Song family and its vassals."

"War is going to start at that time, it will be unfavorable to us. What's more, grandpa is now..."

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.

And at the beginning, Wan Haoyu, who was still angry, was silent when he thought of his father's situation at home.

Everyone knows that at the moment, it will only take a moment to start a war.

The key is who can gain the upper hand and boost morale in the first confrontation.

Although high-end combat power is important, the people of the affiliated families may turn the world around.

After being humiliated for a long time, Marriott Marriott still said unwillingly: "Did we just endure it?"

"No!"

Wan Qian shook her head and said, "I'm willing to bear the past and present, and it's still inevitable to wait until Song Wei's funeral is over! Unless the real murderer who can find Song Wei's killing will be able to buffer time."

"Damn it! After a long time, is it his who killed Song Wei the whole person? Is it a damn evil spirit? If I catch someone, I will break his neck." Wan Haoyu said angrily.

Di Shitian:???

At this time, Wan Haojie, who was sitting in the main seat, asked, "From you see, what should we do now?"

"The Song family, let us send someone to see Song Wei off, just to make us lose face, to hurt our morale, and then easily take down my ten thousand family territory."

"We just need to use the tricks. Since they want my family to send someone to see you off, it's as they wish."

"Tomorrow, let any clan brother go for a formality and make a few ironic sentences. By the way, the aristocratic families in the province will inevitably rise in the anger of my ten thousand factions."

Wan Qian said directly, obviously she had thought of this countermeasure early in the morning.

"Good solution!"

"Hahaha, this plan is very good! Since the war cannot be avoided, let's just get angry with them for a while."

“…”

Everyone praised them.

Even Wan Haojie looked at Wan Qian with satisfaction.

It is conceivable that the Song family will be despised in front of aristocratic families in the province, but there is no way to do so. How exciting it is?

If the Song family does not care about their identity and occasions, they will rashly attack the young people of the Wan family.

On the surface, it's impossible to say anything.

After all, I was persuaded that they came to see your son off.

Furthermore, wouldn’t it be even more embarrassing if the Song family fights against a junior at the funeral of their own son?

Faced with everyone's praise, Wan Qian was calm on the surface, but in fact she was already very proud inside.

This huge family is bound to be like a female, and sooner or later she will take the position and give guidance to the country.

...

On the Wanjia side, everything is done and we just wait for tomorrow to win.

Actually, they didn't know that they had done all their calculations and had thought of all the solutions to deal with them.

The only thing I didn't expect was that the Song family today was no longer suspicious of them, and they believed that Song Wei was killed by them and Di Shitian.

Asking them to send someone to see Song Wei off is not to make them lose face and to smite morale, but just a pure notice and warning.

After all, the Lan family will end soon, and beating him, Wan family is just a matter of Song Wei's funeral. He is full of confidence and can he play fancy games with you?

...

The next day.

Wansong Provincial Capital, all the families of all sizes and all the well-known people gathered in the Song Wangcheng.

It is a huge momentum and it is rare to meet once in a century.

The whole province was shocked, and even the common people put down their hands and looked up.

It really corresponds to Song Liming's words. Even if his son dies, people must remember his name.

It’s just a pity that when the people knew that today was Song Wei’s funeral, they all applauded.

Anyway, I remember it all, no matter whether he has a name for thousands of history or a bad reputation for thousands of years.

On the Song Wangcheng Avenue, a team of hundreds of people from the Song family, wearing mourning clothes, carried spiritual coffins, rushed to the outskirts of Song Wangcheng, a Feng Shui treasure land known as the Saint's Taoist Temple.

At first glance, from the bottom of the mountain to the top, there are all people's heads, uniform black clothing, and white flowers on the chest.

But on the other side, it is completely different, and the clothes are casual and colorful, making it look a little out of tune.

These people are naturally families of the Wanjia faction. They are just watching jokes, and they pay serious attention to them.

Top of the mountain.

He only put some clothes on his mouth and the corpseless coffin inside the burial objects was buried, and a monument was erected on the spot.

Song Liwei's face was gloomy and his eyes were blood red.

Just at this moment, a careless young man came over.

"Three generations of the Wan family, Wan Jie! Come and send Mr. Song for a journey."

"Speaking of this, Mr. Song is really pitiful. Before his death, he could still harm the world with his great cause. Now that he has gone to hell, I am afraid that he can only harm the ghosts, right?"

Such words came to everyone at the foot of the mountain as the wind.

One side is angry, the other side is happy.

Song Liming was surprisingly not doing anything, just said, "The Song family sent you, such an inconspicuous third-generation child?!"

"Inconspicuous?"

"Ha... it is already a great honor for your Song family to come. Don't be ungrateful."

The young man smiled disdainfully, not thinking that Song Liming would do anything to him.

"very good!"

Song Liying's teeth chuckled and said coldly: "Then you can stay here with me."

After saying that, the one-eyed middle-aged man wearing a black suit directly grabbed his neck.

"Song Liwei, as the head of a family, today is your funeral. Are you afraid of being sneered by me?!" Wan Jie was stunned. This was different from the plan.

"I'm not a member of the Song family. I just feel a little unhappy about you, so I'm sorry."

Bang!

As soon as the one-eyed man finished speaking, he punched Wanjie's body into the soil.

Then, buried on the spot.

this……

Everyone:...

"Today, it's my son's funeral. In order not to defile this Feng Shui treasure land, Mr. Song will save you a life and go back and tell your master."

"It's not only Di Shitian, but also his family doesn't want to run away!!"
Chapter completed!