"Mr. Zheng, Mr. Wang, and Mr. Liu, you can go in. ”

The staff of the funeral parlor opened the door of the mourning hall, and you can see that the hall is black and pressing, more like a gang rally than a funeral, and the solidified momentum is simply breathless, and there is a huge statue of Zhuang Bi hanging at the end of the sight, next to which are two couplets: "The sword is fearless and the world is not afraid of what has ever been a trip", "The fire burns the body all night and the dream is broken".

Dozens of security personnel in black clothes and black pants printed with the words "Longxiang Group" lined up in front of the statue, leaving only a gap for people to mourn. Qi Qi entered the hall with the half-old men, and when the staff who released him saw that he was also dressed in black and pants, they regarded him as if he was with them, and let him in with him.

Three and a half old men, each followed by a column of strong men in black, looked like a square team.

They just walked in, and it felt more like a "break-in".

As they entered, all eyes were on them.

Zheng Yu, Wang Jing, Liu Li, the three largest shareholders of Longxiang Group except Zhuang Bi, have always been at odds with Zhuang Bi, because they were all Qiu Hu's subordinates in the past, in terms of identity, they are all more senior veterans than Zhuang Bi, but now they have to work under Zhuang Bi, and they are naturally unconvinced.

Over the years, it was mainly these three people who had been sneaking their hands into the underworld.

Now that Zhuang Bi is dead, the plans of the three of them can be said to be known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart.

Such three people came to attend Zhuang Bi's funeral, and it was not a big deal in terms of etiquette, but in the eyes of these cronies left by Zhuang Bi in the hall, these three people must have other plans.

Someone subconsciously looked at the family area of the deceased, Zhuang Bi's only son, Zhuang Jialiang.

I saw him dressed in white filial piety clothes, wearing a white turban, he was crying and was about to faint, he lost his mother at a young age, and Zhuang Bi pulled him all the way since he was a child, although this father has always scolded him, but he did not hate Zhuang Bi at all, on the contrary, Zhuang Bi is a big hero who stands up to the sky in his eyes, is a living legend, and is an umbrella for him to shelter from the wind and rain.

Now, Zhuang Bi is dead.

The sky above him lost its shade.

The pressure from all sides was like a tidal wave that was about to overwhelm him.

Tetra Recart was right, he really couldn't deal with these wolf-ambitious uncles, and after this funeral, he didn't even know how to maintain the integrity of the Longxiang Group. Those uncles all want to cut a piece of this big cake, in the past, Zhuang Bi was there, they were all honest, and now Zhuang Bi is dead, Zhuang Jialiang is a little doll with no hair, it is difficult to convince the public, and they all tear their faces.

Longxiang Group is a piece of fat.

In the past, its surname was Zhuang, but the future may not be known.

Zhuang Jialiang didn't know that behind these uncles, there were even shadows of other security companies in Pingjiang City.

After all, they are more willing to see the scene of a hundred schools of thought contending than a single family.

The black-clad squad stopped.

The three half-old men took turns stepping forward and placing a bouquet of white flowers in the flower bed in front of the statue.

After that, there were those strong men in black, and finally it was the turn of the situation.

To the surprise of everyone present, they all thought that Zheng Yu and the others would be in trouble, but who knew that they would be so peaceful, and after a period of mourning, they followed the instructions of the security personnel and quietly walked to the other side of the hall and sat down one by one.

Zheng Yu and the three of them did this, mainly because they saw the situation.

Before they were sure whether Zhuang Bi was standing behind Longjin, they decided to stop for the time being.

Think about it carefully, Zhuang Bi has grown by leaps and bounds from a grassroots to the boss of Pingjiang's logistics industry, which is too legendary, if he has no backer behind him, Zheng Yu They will never believe it. And now the arrival of Guo Qiqi told them that it was very likely that the mayor of Pingjiang, Guo Longjin, was standing behind Zhuang Bi, and this possibility was not only unexpected by them, but also reasonable.

With the local snake as a backer, no matter how far Zhuang Bi goes, it can be said.

Guo Qi didn't know that they had just started thinking about it because of his impromptu idea, and even the relationship between Zhuang Bi and Guo Longjin became more and more detailed in their minds, as if it had really happened.

Qi Qi plans to leave.

He saw Zhuang Jialiang crying unadulterously just now, and felt that no matter how much he comforted, it was useless, and he himself was not a person who was good at comforting others. Besides, Zhuang Jialiang is not familiar enough with him, at most it is like Tetra Pak said, they escaped together. If such a rash attempt to comfort is in the eyes of some well-intentioned people, hundreds of arguments will be extended.

Just as he stood up and was about to leave, the door of the memorial hall was opened again.

A woman walked in, she was alone, but her aura was so overwhelming that the entire hall was silent.

Zhou Shaorong, the queen of Pingjiang's logistics industry, a sixth-level psionic, and a combat department, countless monsters who died under her hands once personally led the team to open up more than dozens of high-speed lines around Pingjiang, known as the female god of war in Pingjiang.

Guo Qiqi knew her, Guo Longjin once invited her to participate in the family banquet of the Guo family, and the old man also commented that she was a rare heroine in a hundred years, saying that people like her should be as good as possible.

With such an honor, only two women in Pingjiang have won it, one is Zhou Shaorong and the other is a silk lady.

In the memorial hall, everyone knew that Zhou Shaorong was Zhuang Bi's mortal enemy, but at this time, no one dared to jump out and say half a sentence, so they could only watch Zhou Shaorong walk quickly to Zhuang Bi's portrait and remain silent.

Zhou Shaorong wore a khaki woolen coat today, walked with the wind, long hair fluttering, ten centimeters of heels like a sharp blade that can kill, and his makeup was indescribably graceful and luxurious, not like he was here to attend a funeral, but like he was rushing to a grand ball.

She raised her eyes to look at Zhuang Bi in the portrait, the funeral home chose the photo of Zhuang Bi when he was thirty-six years old, at that time it happened that Zhuang Bi developed Longxiang Security Company into Longxiang Group, which was the pinnacle of life, and there was a heroic spirit between his eyebrows and eyes.

But Zhou Shaorong laughed softly.

The Zhuang Bi she knows is a selfish and self-righteous maniac, where is the serious man in this portrait.

She looked directly at Zhuang Bi's smiling eyes in the portrait, and said in her heart: Do you think that if you save my life, I can forgive you for what you did back then? Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? Even at the end of my life, I will not hesitate to let me owe you the last human debt to ensure that your son Zhuang Jialiang has no worries for the rest of his life?

Zhou Shaorong shook his head.

She just got the news that even if Zhuang Bi didn't sacrifice heroically this time, he wouldn't live long, his cancer had reached an advanced stage, and there was not much time in Japan, saving Zhou Shaorong and others, in her opinion, was the last big gamble Zhuang Bi made.

can shake his head and shake his head, but Zhou Shaorong has to admit that Zhuang Bi is indeed right.

She never wanted to owe favors to anyone, especially Zhuang Bi.

At that time, when the zenith collapsed, Zhuang Bi could also choose not to save him, and he could have asked others to bury him.

But he didn't.

That's the human touch.

Taking his eyes off Zhuang Bi's posthumous portrait, Zhou Shaorong's eyebrows suddenly turned cold.

Turning around, her gaze scanned the crowd on the left and right like a guillotine, and her cold voice resounded in the incomparably silent mourning hall.

"Zhuang Jialiang, Zhuang Bi's only son, I will protect it. ”

"If you have an opinion, don't play tricks in the dark and come at me. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a thud when the walls suddenly began to tremble, and dust fell from the ceiling.

This is not what Zhou Shaorong did in order to deter everyone.

She frowned slightly, and suddenly smelled a rich and familiar demonic aura.

"Bang!"

Another bang!

The whole funeral home was shaking.

On the walls, dense and delicate cracks spread rapidly.

In the hall, no one moved, all of them were in their places, sitting upright.

It's not that they haven't encountered youkai, on the contrary, youkai are even more kind to them than humans.

Therefore, no one has lost his mind.

"Bang!"

The third tone!

The surrounding area of the huge statue is densely patterned like a net.

The next moment, the last impact, with a bang, shattered the wall where the portrait was hung.

Countless black shadows appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The monster community on Fengyao Mountain has begun to descend after forty years!