The scorching sun is in the sky, dispelling the coldness of late autumn and bringing a touch of warmth.

Provincial capital, Jiulongshan Funeral Parlor.

The mourning is mourning.

The huge square is full of all kinds of vehicles, and the expressions of people coming and going are solemn and solemn.

Song Tingsheng stood outside the mourning hall and greeted the people who came to mourn.

His face was full of exhaustion, and he did not have the spirit and domineering spirit of the head of a wealthy family in the provincial city.

There is no greater pain in the world than a white-haired person sending a black-haired person.

Before the Song family fell, it was still a wealthy family in the provincial capital.

People from the provincial capital and even several surrounding cities came to mourn one after another.

"Zhao Songming, the head of the Zhao family, arrived. ”

"Lin Qinghai, the head of the Lin family, has arrived. ”

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Several big families in the provincial capital are long overdue.

Zhao Songming was dressed in black plain clothes, and followed behind him, Zhao Kehai and Zhao Keyong, two second-generation figures of the Zhao family.

Zhao Songming came in person, causing a sensation.

The fact that the Zhao family suppressed the Song family's business by thunderous means has long spread throughout the provincial capital.

Now, on the day of Song Qingshu and Song Huai's funeral, Zhao Songming came in person, with deep intentions.

The people who were good friends with the Song family glared angrily at Zhao Songming and the others.

Zhao Songming climbed the steps and looked at Song Tingsheng with a solemn expression, "The festival mourns and changes." ”

Song Tingsheng nodded slightly.

Zhao Songming walked past Song Tingsheng's father and son and walked straight into the mourning hall.

Lin Qinghai stepped on the steps and confronted Song Tingsheng and Song Qingzhu.

Since the Lin family announced that they would cooperate with Ye Junsheng, the means are not ruthless.

Although the Zhao family is also suppressing the Song family's business, it is not so blatant.

However, after Lin Qinghai became the master, the Lin family did everything.

The enemy was very red when he saw him.

Song Tingsheng's eyes faded, his eyelids drooped, and his breath was heavy, "It is an honor for the Song family to be able to come to the funeral of my son's Qingshu. ”

Lin Qinghai smiled playfully, he unceremoniously exposed his hostility towards the Song family.

The Lin family has experienced the twists and turns of changing the dynasty, and now it is back on track, and its career is rising step by step.

"A new generation replaces the old, the head of the Song family, it's time for the Song family to abdicate. ”

Lin Qinghai led the Lin family past Song Tingsheng and entered the mourning hall.

Scarlet bloodshot crawled out of Song Qingzhu's eyes, and his fists clenched and clicked.

He couldn't wait to kill Lin Qinghai on the spot.

"Dad, just let me kill Lin Qinghai, this bastard. ”

Song Qingzhu's eyes were cracking.

Song Tingsheng shook his head with a decadent expression.

Things have come to this point, and it is useless to kill Lin Qinghai.

Song Qingzhu was furious.

Even if he wants to die, he will pull a few enemies on his back.

Lin Qinghai is most suitable.

"Han Zhihui, the second master of the Han family in Shuicheng, has arrived. ”

This shout attracted the attention of everyone in the entire funeral home.

The Han family in Shuicheng, backed by the Ye family, can be said to be the most beautiful family in the three provinces.

Han Zhihui, the second master of the Han family, is the son that Han Fenglin values more.

Almost all of Shuicheng's business is managed by Han Zhihui, and Han Fenglin takes a back seat.

However, everyone knows that the person in charge of the Han family is still Han Fenglin.

Han Zhihui climbed the steps and walked in front of Song Tingsheng, "The head of the Song family, the festival is smooth." ”

Song Tingsheng clenched his fists and bowed.

Han Zhihui smiled slightly: "Master Song, I heard that Qingshu and his son died in the hands of Ye Junsheng, but is there such a thing?"

Song Tingsheng was silent.

"Ye Junsheng landed on the Zhujiang River, cut off the head of the Vermilion Bird statue, and after that, he forcibly broke into the Xiaoyao Palace and killed my nephew Qianqiu. ”

Han Zhihui's face was like frost, "The Han family and Ye Junsheng don't share the sky. ”

Song Tingsheng trembled and spoke, "What is the purpose of Second Master Han saying these words?"

"The Han family can cooperate with the Song family. ”

Han Zhihui said indifferently.

Song Tingsheng looked up to the sky and sighed, shook his head and refused.

If a few days ago, Han Zhihui's proposal would have been answered without considering it.

However, I have seen Ye Junsheng's strong methods.

He was desperate.

The Han family is backed by the Ye family, but in the eyes of Song Tingsheng, he still thinks that the Han family has no good chance of winning.

Ye Junsheng is powerful all over the world and holds heavy troops.

Even if the princely family is as skilled as a cloud, how can it compete with the army that gallops on the battlefield and swallows thousands of miles like a tiger.

Song Tingsheng's expression changed, and Han Zhihui could see it all.

This tiger, which has traveled all over the provincial capital, has reached the point of old age, and has lost the domineering spirit that ran through the world back then.

Han Zhihui shook his head with a little disappointment.

Song Tingsheng is no longer qualified to sit on an equal footing with them.

"Was the head of the Song family scared by Ye Junsheng?"

Han Zhihui smiled.

Song Qingzhu took a step forward and faced Han Zhihui directly, "If you come to mourn my eldest brother and nephew, we welcome you." But if you come to make trouble, don't blame me for being rude to you. ”

Han Zhihui's face did not change, and the black-clothed man behind him walked out. The surging and majestic aura was revealed, forcing Song Qingzhu to retreat.

Song Qingzhu's eyes were full of anger and murderous intent.

Han Zhihui waved his hand, and the big man who walked out retreated.

The tense breath dissipated.

Song Tingsheng said nonchalantly: "Second Master Han, the grievances and grievances between your Han family and Ye Junsheng, my Song family will not participate. ”

Han Zhihui let out a long sigh.

"Second Master Han, kindly remind you that the Han family can't fight Ye Junsheng. It won't be long before the Han family will end up like my Song family. ”

Song Qingzhu gritted his teeth and looked at Han Zhihui, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

Han Zhihui frowned slightly.

At this moment, the originally noisy funeral home suddenly became quiet.

Song Tingsheng's body shook, and his cloudy old eyes locked on the figure who got out of the car.

Ye Junsheng is here.

The endless chill hit, and Song Tingsheng and Song Qingzhu's limbs were cold and their movements stiffened.

Han Zhihui turned around and squinted his eyes to look over.

Ye Junsheng was wearing black casual clothes, with a tall body, standing up to the sky, covering the clouds, and not angry and arrogant.

Li Qingyan took her arm and followed him step by step up the steps.

Liu Meng placed the wreaths that had been prepared on both sides of the steps, and as Song Tingsheng took the initiative to admit defeat, the couplets on the wreaths also changed.

Leng Yueming followed two or three meters behind Ye Junsheng.

Everyone knows whose hands Song Qingshu and Song Huai died at.

However, they didn't expect the culprit to come to mourn in person.

The crowd was restless and talking.

This is too arrogant.

Is it really going to be a funeral with your own hands?

Han Zhihui's eyes were full of cold light, and the killing intent was obvious.

Ye Junsheng raised his head slightly and met Han Zhihui's eyes.

Song Tingsheng's father and son's eyes flickered, and they chose to avoid the edge.

Han Zhihui wants to fight with Ye Junsheng, so let him go.

Han Zhihui smiled and said, "You are Ye Junsheng who set foot in the Zhujiang River and cut off the head of the Vermilion Bird statue that my Han family spent more than a billion yuan to build?"

"That's right. ”

Ye Junsheng said methodically.

"You are bold enough to admit it openly. ”

"Why don't you dare?"

Ye Junsheng smiled lightly, "Han Feng Lin Mo doesn't think that everyone should give three points to the Han family and retreat?"

Han Zhihui stared at Ye Junsheng with a smile, "You are very bold, my Han family has been based in Shuicheng for many years, and I have never met a person like you." ”