These words made me stunned. Not only me, but even the Thirteenth and the others looked at this fat man, Chang-guan. W√w    W√.

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His words undoubtedly saved my life. He was like an angel who sent laughter and love, saving my dead soul.

And this once again slapped Lao Shisan and the others in the face.

However, no matter how reluctant or unhappy they are, the chief officials have nothing to say, so they can only obey their orders.

But I knew that they were in a state of anger. I knew that I had offended Lao Shisan and the others and I would be sad in the future. However, I had to attend Dong Ge's funeral. No one could change this unless I died.

So, I answered the fat man directly, "No problem! No problem at all!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt my whole body was extremely smooth, as if the moment when Lao Thirteen just pinched his throat, it seemed that I had never given birth. Although my body was damaged in countless places, I still felt very happy inside and could finally see Brother Dong.

Seeing the fat man nodding, I knew he agreed. No matter how much the old Thirteenth disagreed, it would be useless. So I quickly got up and stuffed myself a special medicine. At the same time, I patted the dust on my body, roughly alleviating my injuries. After that, I waved my hand to say hello to them and signaled that I was leaving.

Just before I was about to leave, the fat man suddenly called me and said, "Xu Mo, I will give you face and three days of vacation. I hope you will give me face too. If you delay, the Xiao family will be in danger. Do you understand? This is your last chance."

I understand that he is threatening me, but this threat is effective. What I need is the three-day holiday. I think even if countless zombies stop me and prevent me from coming back, I will crawl back.

So, I nodded decisively and said, "This time, there will be no more trouble!"

After gritting his teeth, he nodded with satisfaction. This time he slapped the killing team in the face. I was quite sorry to them, so I bowed to Lao Shisan and them one by one to express my gratitude and apologies. After that, I immediately ran towards the ticket hall. Fortunately, the ticket seller was open 24 hours a day, and I was not too late. There was still someone there, so I immediately bought the earliest high-speed rail to Chongqing.

After I bought the ticket, I ran to the entrance. When I went out, I saw that the killing team and the fat chief He had disappeared. They were also decisive people. However, I don’t care about them now, but I want to hurry to Chongqing. At the same time, when I got on the bus, I texted Brother Sen and called him. He didn’t answer the phone and went back to an address directly. He probably asked me to go there. If I really couldn’t get through today, I guess he would be disappointed with me.

On the way to the bus, I was recuperating my body all the way. At the same time, I also found the medical staff among the flight attendants and asked him to help. Anyway, I was not short of money, so I paid for treatment. My body was indeed seriously injured. Not only did I need special medicine and my own conditioning, but also medical staff. Therefore, it was just right for me to treat me in the bus. After arriving in Chongqing, I would probably be almost cured. Although I couldn't recover to my full state, I could at least recover more than half.

As I expected, before I got off the car, my injury was about half healed. I also have to thank the female medical staff for her good medical skills. In addition, she is a pretty girl, so I am in a good mood. In fact, people are like this. Treating beautiful girls will have twice the result with half the effort.

But these are not the key points. The key points are that I rushed to the so-called address. I inquired. The place seemed to be near the largest cemetery in Chongqing. It seemed that today was the last day. I had already chosen the burial address for Brother Dong. It was also the last day. If I hadn't arrived today, I would never see Brother Dong's face again, and the loess was separated from the sky.

Finally, I arrived nearby. I saw many teams coming to see Brother Dong. The funeral is so popular. I am worthy of being the underground emperor of China and a hero. However, most of them are sad and sad, and few people are watching jokes. After all, this is Chongqing, the headquarters of Qingmen.

Seeing all this, I was also very sad. I quickly called Brother Sen, but now he didn't answer. He should be very busy. I walked inside and could see him. After all, he was the closest brother before and after his death. He could not be away, and Brother Dong's family must be there.

Soon, I arrived near the lobby, where it was all black and white, with no other colors, and no one dared to wear fancy clothes to attend the funeral, otherwise, they would be thrown out directly.

The rows of people seemed to have been waiting for the day before yesterday until now, and they had never waited for the opportunity to go in to worship Dong Ge. They lined up all the way until now, and it was their turn.

Suddenly, I was about to go into the line. One of them was unhappy. I pushed me a few times and asked me where I came from. I also told me not to go into the line. They also waited for a day and a night and wanted to go to the back, otherwise I would be rude to me.

However, I ignored them. My heart and my eyes looked towards the inside of the lobby, where the coffin was placed. There were many wreaths placed outside, rows and grand.

But no matter how grand and magnificent it was, the grief in my heart was still unspeakable. I was too lazy to pay attention to them and walked towards the lobby step by step as if I didn't hear their words.

It seemed that the family was so popular that they were going to fight with me directly. Although it was disrespectful to the dead, how could they bear it? After waiting for a day or two, they had to wait for the opportunity to visit the underground emperor of China. How could a young man get into the lineup?

So, someone immediately took action, but I ignored it. Their beating was like tickling for me, without any pain at all. My eyes were dull. Looking ahead, my body didn't feel any pain, but my heart was heart-wrenching. My eyes were red, but it didn't flow out. I just stared blankly ahead, walking forward little by little, and walking forward...

It seemed that someone recognized who I was, and immediately stopped the family from beating and scolding me. The excuse was that this place was the inner hall, and we had to respect the dead brother Dong and go outside, otherwise we would drive their whole family out. They had no choice but to wait outside, but they scolded me angrily and said that they would teach me a lesson when I came out. However, I was not aware of this at all and were too lazy to care.

All I care about is the person in the coffin in front of me.

In front, I finally saw familiar people, including Haoran, Zhang Yanjiang, and even Sanyan, as well as Dong Ge's family members, but Jiang Sen was not seen.

I don’t know where he went. I looked at Dong Ge’s family and cried red. Some fainted. There were also familiar figures. The two sisters Gao Hui-Yu who were so charming back then, and the former policewoman Peng-Ling, they all had offspring and became old ladies. However, even the old ladies still looked charming, but now they are covered up by sadness, and everything is immersed in lamentation.

Many people also cried in the entire inner hall, including next to the coffin board of Dong Ge's body.

Regardless of whether Brother Sen is here or not, I will see Brother Dong.

So, I immediately walked towards the coffin board step by step, saw Haoran and Zhang Yanjiang, they didn't stop me, and they all knew me with red eyes. Sanyan also looked at me, shook his head with a little meaning, and signaled the brothers next to me not to act rashly. It seemed that someone from the Qingmen recognized me and wanted to take me down.

I had arrived in front of Brother Dong, next to his coffin board, there were his descendants, women, children, wives and concubines.

I ignored his relatives, but looked directly at him. He was lying in the coffin, among so many wreaths and flowers, and seemed to be asleep so peacefully. He seemed to have hired a makeup artist with a dead body. At least it would not seem so painful after Brother Dong died. I think he must have experienced a lot of pain and suffered a lot of hardships when he died.

Either they were shot or stabbed, or they were killed by the experts from the ground association. Such a generation of heroes, such a good person, died like this.

My heart is like a knife cut.
Chapter completed!