NOVEL NEXT Anti-grave robbery: scare away Jin Xiaowei at the beginning
Chapter 122 Holding a black umbrella, solemn and solemn
Chapter 122 Holding a black umbrella, solemn and solemn
Partridge Whistle got the man's information from the news.
His surname is Zhang and his name is Long. He is an ordinary guy who cannot be more ordinary. It's just that the news of his murder has caused a lot of trouble. There was a great shock, and various media, brick tutors and beasts joined the battle one after another, commenting and expressing their views on this matter.
For a while, many people ignored Zhang Long's funeral.
Just like what the philosopher Zhang Mazi said, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living, whether it is bricks or professors, they just eat human blood, and it doesn't matter whose blood belongs to it.
Partridge Whistle rented a very ordinary Wuling Hongguang, and then rushed to today's funeral site early, next to a public cemetery in Golmud City.
The rain last night continued until today. In the misty morning, Partridge Whistle drove to the outside of the cemetery, took out hot milk, and started a simple breakfast with sandwiches.
There was a potted hydra cypress plant on the driver's seat of the car, and the snake god said, "Give me some."
Partridge Whistle took a bag of milk and poured it into the potted plant, and the snake god ate it happily, "Sure enough, it's a good deal to find a powerful immortal, or I'd still be drinking the northwest wind in that snake cave!"
Partridge Whistle chewed the bread, "You have followed so many immortals, Queen Jingjue, the first generation and second generation, King Hunxie, and even the ghost mother of the Demon Kingdom, do you mean that those immortals are not as good as my lord? "
"Don't mention it." Snake God said, "None of these guys is sincerely good to me. Let's say that the first generation of the queen of excellence, she gave me obsessions, and she just killed a city and then fed it like a duck. Me, think about it, how many obsessions do ordinary people in those cities have? And many of their obsessions are ordinary and mediocre, and many of them are even dirty. Human beings eat sand and pretend to be feces like Oli for a big meal. How disgusting it is. If I am not afraid of starving to death, I will not eat it. How good it is now, the Lord doesn’t care how you eat it, as long as you don’t eat it. If you make trouble, you can be as picky as you like, and you can still do things according to the face of my mirage dragon lineage. I have face and delicious food. The Lord is the conscience of the industry in the longevity family. You are very lucky. You have A wise and long-lived lord."
Partridge Whistle smiled, "I hope, people are coming!"
Sitting in Wuling Hongguang, looking towards the entrance of the cemetery, a very ordinary funeral home vehicle entered the cemetery, and several staff members in ordinary clothes got out of the car, with Zhang Long's urn placed between them .
Not long after the funeral home car arrived, a medium-sized van stopped beside the funeral home car, and seven or eight people got out of the car, all of whom were relatives of Zhang Long before his death.
Partridge Whistle saw Zhang Long's wife, a gorgeously dressed woman, even in such a place, her lipstick number clearly showed No. 13, the most conspicuous and precious Saint Laurent red.
Partridge Whistle lay on the seat, "Let's start! Snake God!"
The snake god trembled, "Start!"
At this moment, the sound of knocking on the window came from outside the car, and the partridge whistle took a look outside. It was a man who was just like himself. He was wearing the long black coat and scarf that he often wore when he was abroad. Wearing leather gloves and wearing sunglasses, the tall man is more than 1.9 meters tall, exuding evil spirit and coldness, he looks like a big brother on the road.
Partridge whistled, "My appearance is okay."
The snake god said, "Is it interesting to brag about yourself? You should praise my illusion skills!"
The rain was pattering, and Partridge Whistle's stand-in phantom leather shoes stepped on the water droplets. He carried a bouquet of flowers and walked up the stairs step by step.
Zhang Long's tomb has been arranged, and the urn has also been buried.
The next step is to send flowers and mourn.
The family members walked past Zhang Long's tomb one by one. The flowers accompanied by the rain made the entire cemetery a bit foggy.
A figure in a black gown approached, holding a black umbrella in his right hand and a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, and walked towards Zhang Long's grave in silence. Zhang Long's wife saw the stranger coming, and looked at the indescribable murderousness and aura of the stranger. Forced by the strength of her cheeks, she was a little flustered. She had never seen a partridge whistle like this ruthless person who lived to death and spent his whole life fighting and killing.
The substitute of Partridge Whistle perfectly inherited the aura of Partridge Whistle, so she dared not say a word. She guessed that maybe it was sending flowers to other tombs, so don't block the way of the eldest brother.
However, the Partridge Whistle stand-in stopped in front of Zhang Long's tomb. He bowed and saluted. The rain fell on his feet. He put the flowers down and bowed three times respectfully!
This bow made the family members dumbfounded, what's going on?Did this elder brother worship the wrong person?
But at this time, a more terrifying scene was discovered. The Partridge Whistle stand-in stood in front of Zhang Long's tomb, with his back to the crowd, and raised his hand. A brigade of 500 men in black with almost exactly the same dress has appeared.
Every man in black held a flower in one hand, held a black umbrella in one hand, bowed respectfully towards Zhang Long's tomb, and the whole scene was extremely solemn.
The rain fell on the faces of family members and funeral directors, their cheeks were numb and shocked. So many big brothers, who are they Zhang Long?
Zhang Long's wife, who was wearing heavy makeup, turned pale. In her eyes, when did that worthless, submissive and useless husband meet so many big shots?Why has he never mentioned it to me?She recalled the time when her father killed Zhang Long. Seeing so many big brothers in black, Zhang Long's wife trembled and her face turned pale. She was very afraid that these big brothers would kill her!
Zhang Long's father-in-law was completely lying on the ground at this moment. He couldn't believe that that fellow from the countryside could have such a terrifying power. With so many people, they probably had ten thousand ways to send him away.
Who the hell is Zhang Long!
Who was Zhang Long before his death?
We misunderstood him?
Is he a hidden gangster?
While everyone was hesitating, Partridge Whistle's stand-in put down his hand. He turned around and looked at the people in front of him. When the stand-in walked in front of Zhang Long's father-in-law, he took off his sunglasses and glanced lightly. Zhang Long's father-in-law seemed to be struck by lightning, plopping He fell to the ground with a weird expression on his face.
The stand-in just smiled wickedly, stood up, and walked outside.
Everyone turned their heads and saw men in black walking down the mountain in groups, groups of men in black holding black umbrellas. It felt like they were in a blockbuster movie, but the real rain told them that this was all true. Yes, Zhang Long was a real gangster during his lifetime!
As the last man in black walked out of the cemetery, inside the Wuling Hongguang car, Hydra cypress sent out a thought, "Hic—what a filial obsession, I'm so full and comfortable this time!"
Partridge Whistle lay on the steering wheel, looking in the direction of Zhang Long's tomb, "In the end, what trick did you manipulate my double to do to Zhang Long's father-in-law?"
Hydra Bai laughed, "You found out! Then tell you, I put a seven-smile corpse curse on him, and after seven days, the old man will return to the west."
The partridge whistle hissed, "You are so ruthless! Qixiaoshi, I heard Lao Lu said that it is a very vicious curse, but then again, how did you know this curse?"
"It's not me." The Snake God said, "It's the master. The blood of the master's top-level immortal allows him to learn all the spells he has seen. He has seen Qixiao Corpse, so naturally he will. I am the master's Yuan. Snake of the Gods, I can share many of the master's skills, this is the benefit of taking the initiative to recognize the master, the master will trust me and share with me a lot of supernatural powers and spells."
At this moment, the funeral car roared past Wuling Hongguang, and the partridge whistle opened the door and walked towards Zhang Long's tomb.
In front of his tomb, Partridge Whistle looked at the familiar black-and-white photo on the tombstone, and smiled wryly, "He is better than me. When I died, there was not even a grave crying."
The snake god said, "There are 100 yuan below!"
Partridge Whistle lowered his head and picked up the 100 yuan deposited in front of the grave, "It's not bad, the 100 yuan will arrive in the account! Let's go!"
As soon as the partridge whistle turned around, a faint voice came from behind, "Excuse me, are you a errand?"
The whistling wind and rain blew down, and the partridge whistle stopped.
(End of this chapter)
Partridge Whistle got the man's information from the news.
His surname is Zhang and his name is Long. He is an ordinary guy who cannot be more ordinary. It's just that the news of his murder has caused a lot of trouble. There was a great shock, and various media, brick tutors and beasts joined the battle one after another, commenting and expressing their views on this matter.
For a while, many people ignored Zhang Long's funeral.
Just like what the philosopher Zhang Mazi said, sometimes the dead are more useful than the living, whether it is bricks or professors, they just eat human blood, and it doesn't matter whose blood belongs to it.
Partridge Whistle rented a very ordinary Wuling Hongguang, and then rushed to today's funeral site early, next to a public cemetery in Golmud City.
The rain last night continued until today. In the misty morning, Partridge Whistle drove to the outside of the cemetery, took out hot milk, and started a simple breakfast with sandwiches.
There was a potted hydra cypress plant on the driver's seat of the car, and the snake god said, "Give me some."
Partridge Whistle took a bag of milk and poured it into the potted plant, and the snake god ate it happily, "Sure enough, it's a good deal to find a powerful immortal, or I'd still be drinking the northwest wind in that snake cave!"
Partridge Whistle chewed the bread, "You have followed so many immortals, Queen Jingjue, the first generation and second generation, King Hunxie, and even the ghost mother of the Demon Kingdom, do you mean that those immortals are not as good as my lord? "
"Don't mention it." Snake God said, "None of these guys is sincerely good to me. Let's say that the first generation of the queen of excellence, she gave me obsessions, and she just killed a city and then fed it like a duck. Me, think about it, how many obsessions do ordinary people in those cities have? And many of their obsessions are ordinary and mediocre, and many of them are even dirty. Human beings eat sand and pretend to be feces like Oli for a big meal. How disgusting it is. If I am not afraid of starving to death, I will not eat it. How good it is now, the Lord doesn’t care how you eat it, as long as you don’t eat it. If you make trouble, you can be as picky as you like, and you can still do things according to the face of my mirage dragon lineage. I have face and delicious food. The Lord is the conscience of the industry in the longevity family. You are very lucky. You have A wise and long-lived lord."
Partridge Whistle smiled, "I hope, people are coming!"
Sitting in Wuling Hongguang, looking towards the entrance of the cemetery, a very ordinary funeral home vehicle entered the cemetery, and several staff members in ordinary clothes got out of the car, with Zhang Long's urn placed between them .
Not long after the funeral home car arrived, a medium-sized van stopped beside the funeral home car, and seven or eight people got out of the car, all of whom were relatives of Zhang Long before his death.
Partridge Whistle saw Zhang Long's wife, a gorgeously dressed woman, even in such a place, her lipstick number clearly showed No. 13, the most conspicuous and precious Saint Laurent red.
Partridge Whistle lay on the seat, "Let's start! Snake God!"
The snake god trembled, "Start!"
At this moment, the sound of knocking on the window came from outside the car, and the partridge whistle took a look outside. It was a man who was just like himself. He was wearing the long black coat and scarf that he often wore when he was abroad. Wearing leather gloves and wearing sunglasses, the tall man is more than 1.9 meters tall, exuding evil spirit and coldness, he looks like a big brother on the road.
Partridge whistled, "My appearance is okay."
The snake god said, "Is it interesting to brag about yourself? You should praise my illusion skills!"
The rain was pattering, and Partridge Whistle's stand-in phantom leather shoes stepped on the water droplets. He carried a bouquet of flowers and walked up the stairs step by step.
Zhang Long's tomb has been arranged, and the urn has also been buried.
The next step is to send flowers and mourn.
The family members walked past Zhang Long's tomb one by one. The flowers accompanied by the rain made the entire cemetery a bit foggy.
A figure in a black gown approached, holding a black umbrella in his right hand and a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, and walked towards Zhang Long's grave in silence. Zhang Long's wife saw the stranger coming, and looked at the indescribable murderousness and aura of the stranger. Forced by the strength of her cheeks, she was a little flustered. She had never seen a partridge whistle like this ruthless person who lived to death and spent his whole life fighting and killing.
The substitute of Partridge Whistle perfectly inherited the aura of Partridge Whistle, so she dared not say a word. She guessed that maybe it was sending flowers to other tombs, so don't block the way of the eldest brother.
However, the Partridge Whistle stand-in stopped in front of Zhang Long's tomb. He bowed and saluted. The rain fell on his feet. He put the flowers down and bowed three times respectfully!
This bow made the family members dumbfounded, what's going on?Did this elder brother worship the wrong person?
But at this time, a more terrifying scene was discovered. The Partridge Whistle stand-in stood in front of Zhang Long's tomb, with his back to the crowd, and raised his hand. A brigade of 500 men in black with almost exactly the same dress has appeared.
Every man in black held a flower in one hand, held a black umbrella in one hand, bowed respectfully towards Zhang Long's tomb, and the whole scene was extremely solemn.
The rain fell on the faces of family members and funeral directors, their cheeks were numb and shocked. So many big brothers, who are they Zhang Long?
Zhang Long's wife, who was wearing heavy makeup, turned pale. In her eyes, when did that worthless, submissive and useless husband meet so many big shots?Why has he never mentioned it to me?She recalled the time when her father killed Zhang Long. Seeing so many big brothers in black, Zhang Long's wife trembled and her face turned pale. She was very afraid that these big brothers would kill her!
Zhang Long's father-in-law was completely lying on the ground at this moment. He couldn't believe that that fellow from the countryside could have such a terrifying power. With so many people, they probably had ten thousand ways to send him away.
Who the hell is Zhang Long!
Who was Zhang Long before his death?
We misunderstood him?
Is he a hidden gangster?
While everyone was hesitating, Partridge Whistle's stand-in put down his hand. He turned around and looked at the people in front of him. When the stand-in walked in front of Zhang Long's father-in-law, he took off his sunglasses and glanced lightly. Zhang Long's father-in-law seemed to be struck by lightning, plopping He fell to the ground with a weird expression on his face.
The stand-in just smiled wickedly, stood up, and walked outside.
Everyone turned their heads and saw men in black walking down the mountain in groups, groups of men in black holding black umbrellas. It felt like they were in a blockbuster movie, but the real rain told them that this was all true. Yes, Zhang Long was a real gangster during his lifetime!
As the last man in black walked out of the cemetery, inside the Wuling Hongguang car, Hydra cypress sent out a thought, "Hic—what a filial obsession, I'm so full and comfortable this time!"
Partridge Whistle lay on the steering wheel, looking in the direction of Zhang Long's tomb, "In the end, what trick did you manipulate my double to do to Zhang Long's father-in-law?"
Hydra Bai laughed, "You found out! Then tell you, I put a seven-smile corpse curse on him, and after seven days, the old man will return to the west."
The partridge whistle hissed, "You are so ruthless! Qixiaoshi, I heard Lao Lu said that it is a very vicious curse, but then again, how did you know this curse?"
"It's not me." The Snake God said, "It's the master. The blood of the master's top-level immortal allows him to learn all the spells he has seen. He has seen Qixiao Corpse, so naturally he will. I am the master's Yuan. Snake of the Gods, I can share many of the master's skills, this is the benefit of taking the initiative to recognize the master, the master will trust me and share with me a lot of supernatural powers and spells."
At this moment, the funeral car roared past Wuling Hongguang, and the partridge whistle opened the door and walked towards Zhang Long's tomb.
In front of his tomb, Partridge Whistle looked at the familiar black-and-white photo on the tombstone, and smiled wryly, "He is better than me. When I died, there was not even a grave crying."
The snake god said, "There are 100 yuan below!"
Partridge Whistle lowered his head and picked up the 100 yuan deposited in front of the grave, "It's not bad, the 100 yuan will arrive in the account! Let's go!"
As soon as the partridge whistle turned around, a faint voice came from behind, "Excuse me, are you a errand?"
The whistling wind and rain blew down, and the partridge whistle stopped.
(End of this chapter)
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