Chapter 166: Nine gunshots

Because Wang Luo wore sunglasses, and the live broadcast machine didn't dare to cut too close to the close-up scene, but Wang Luo's tall and majestic figure still had strong perseverance and filial piety, which shocked many people, and they asked themselves if their parents died, what could they do. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Luo did something that was almost a fantasy in their eyes, but it was worthy of respect, but Wang Luo always felt that he did this, it was a matter of course, he had not eaten enough for nearly a day and a night, although he ate some bread in the morning and drank some water on the way, fortunately, Wang Luo's physique was different from ordinary people, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on to it, after all, it was nearly a hundred miles of road, walking down, it really cost people's lives.

The Kim family cemetery in Kim Woo Chung is on a hill outside Seoul, and white tents have been erected from the foot of the mountain, and the white expanse spreads all the way to the top of the mountain, and both sides of the mountain road are also full of people who come to attend the funeral, including those who have sent the funeral on the road, and about tens of thousands of people almost fill the hill.

Finally, when the sun was about to set, burning the entire sky that was already a little dim and red, Wang Luo's figure appeared at the end of the road, and behind him was the coffin of Jin Sinan, which was carried by thirty-two strong men, surrounded by a long funeral procession.

Girls' Generation and Tara A large group of teenage girls wear black suits with white flowers pinned to their chests.

But there are some of them with white cloth wrapped around their waists and white stripes tied around their legs, this is the daughter-in-law's filial piety dress, but it is more obscure, and there is no trial of the same linen clothes as Wang Luo, but even so, it also makes many people see something.

"Boom!" A deafening thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky, turning the dark red sky into a dazzling white in an instant, and everyone subconsciously looked up at the dark clouds that were gradually gathering, and the wind blowing with a damp smell.

It's going to rain.

A few hundred meters after arriving at the cemetery, Wang Luowei raised his head, his chapped lips and pale face looked very pale under the dark sky, although he was wearing sunglasses, he still couldn't stop the exhaustion oozing from his weak eyes.

A wet drop of water fell from the sky and smashed on Wang Luo's sunglasses, bringing up a broken droplet of water rolling on the lens, and then more raindrops wet Wang Luo's suit, and the white linen clothes that were originally draped on the outside gradually revealed the color of the black suit inside.

"Huh~" The sound of neat umbrellas opening was wafting in the wind and rain, and the sound of tens of thousands of people opening umbrellas at the same time was too shocking, and for a while, this barren mountain became gloomy, as if the ground was covered with black asphalt.

The sound of the rain lapping on the umbrella gradually became clearer, and it seemed quiet and lonely.

Lin Yun'er stood at the front, opened the umbrella in her hand, and held the handle of the umbrella tightly, her originally slender fingers were bulging because of the force, and she looked very thin, she took a step forward, then stopped and turned her head to look at Cui Xiuying.

Choi so-young cried with a hint of hesitation, and finally looked at Park Ji-yeon, who was also pale and crying.

Zheng Xiuyan held an umbrella, quietly looked at these three relatively speechless and hesitant women, and pursed the corners of her mouth.

"Sister, you go." Zheng Xiujing frowned slightly and whispered in Zheng Xiuyan's ear.

Zheng Xiuyan pursed her lips and shook her head, squinting at the figure of Wei'an who had been wet by the rain, her heart was at a loss, which was completely opposite to the calmness of her face.

The person who is qualified to hold an umbrella for him has never been himself.

The rain was very heavy, and the already potholed loess road was muddy, and small puddles have appeared, making the road of several hundred meters more bumpy.

Just when Lin Yuna, Choi so-young and Park Ji-yeon hesitated, a small black umbrella shorter than everyone shuttled through an umbrella, and the umbrella swayed in the wind and rain when the little Lori ran, like a small black flower, which made everyone exclaim.

Lin Yuna Cui Xiuying and Park Ji-yeon were even more like lightning strikes, stupidly watching Cheng Xiao running towards Wang Luo with an umbrella, the faces of the three of them are surprisingly similar, similar to shame, sometimes the more they care, the easier it is to forget their original intentions, which is the sadness of adults.

They all love Wang Luo deeply and don't want him to get hurt, so they will restrain each other, become simple and no longer love, and be a little ashamed of love.

Cui Xiuying took a deep breath, stepped on three-inch high heels on her long-legged feet, and the pointed heels went deep into the muddy yellow earth, and the mud she brought up stained her trouser legs, but she didn't realize it, but she just walked faster and faster, hoping to get to him quickly.

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips and followed closely, a gust of wind blew, lifting the umbrella she didn't have time to hold, revealing the pale smiling face that didn't know whether it was wet with tears or rain, pitiful in the wind and rain, but with a hint of stubbornness, she walked towards Wang Luo.

"Why don't you go?" Lee Soon-gyu looked at Lin Yun'er, who was standing quietly in place, and asked softly.

"Me." Lin Yun'er's pale lips moved, and finally showed a bright smile, turned around and walked towards the cemetery on the mountain, passing through the strange eyes of countless people, and the soft voice came into Li Shungui's ears against the wind, "I'm waiting for him on the mountain." ”

Lee Soon-gyu lowered his eyes and looked at the puddle on the ground that was splashed by bigger and bigger raindrops, expressionless.

"What are you going to do?" Pei Zhengxu looked at his daughter who turned around and walked in another direction, frowned and shouted.

"Go get him some hot water, he's raining and might catch a cold." Bae Joo-hyun didn't look back and shouted softly.

Pei Zhengxu frowned, his face worried.

"Uncle, I'll go with her." Sun Chenghuan saw Pei Zhengxu's worries, smiled and spoke, and looked at the little black flower floating in front of Wang Luo from a distance, was picked up by Wang Luo in his arms, and trotted to catch up with Pei Zhuhyun's footsteps.

"Why did Xiaoxiao come here? What to do if you have a cold. When the first drop of rain fell between his eyebrows, Wang Luo's consciousness was actually a little trance, and it was just an instinctive action to walk forward, until the little black flower ran in front of him, Wang Luo regained a trace of consciousness, bent down and hugged Cheng Xiao, her little black leather boots were already full of mud.

"Hold an umbrella for Daddy." The two ponytails tied behind Cheng Xiao's head have been wet, and the hair is stuck to the white and tender cheeks of the little Lori, looking strangely cute, and the two little hands hold the umbrella in their hands tightly and raise it, trying to cover the top of Wang Luo's head.

Wang Luo's heart was soft, and his strength seemed to have recovered a little, and he looked up at Cui Xiuying and Park Jiyan, who had already walked in front of him, and grinned with a reassuring smile.

Looking at Wang Luo's weak smile, Cui Xiuying's heart ached, and she held back the tears that overflowed her eyes, stood on Wang Luo's left side and tilted the umbrella in her hand towards Wang Luo's end.

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips, her little face of crying flowers didn't know whether it was rain or tears, and she stood on Wang Luo's right hand and tilted her umbrella towards Wang Luo.

Fortunately, the live broadcast machine had already gone back when it left Seoul City, otherwise filming this scene would have caused a big sensation.

The crowd on the side of the mountain road automatically gave way to a road large enough for the funeral procession, and where the coffin passed, everyone bowed and saluted to see the coffin enter the cemetery.

Cui Xirui and Liu Zaixun stood in the dug tomb, holding shovels in their hands, and quietly watched Wang Luo lead the coffin.

"You go to the mourning hall and wait for me first." Wang Luo put down Cheng Xiao, pinched Xiao Lori's cheek, and said to Cui Xiuying and Park Ji-yeon with a smile.

"Ji-yeon stay." Cui Xiuying glanced at Wang Luo, nodded and picked up Cheng Xiao, and walked towards the mourning hall outside the cemetery.

Wang Luo turned his head to look at Park Ji-yeon, who was still wiping her tears, smiled, let go of her body, and shouted in the pouring rain, "Get out of the coffin!" ”

Thirty-two strong men carrying the coffin walked around the grave after hearing this, and gently put the coffin into the grave pit that had been filled with some water.

Wang Luo took the shovel handed over by Yoo Jae-hoon, turned his head and smiled at Park Ji-yeon, "Stay away, be careful." ”

Park Ji-yeon pursed her lips and nodded, took a step back, stood on tiptoe and straightened her body to put the umbrella on top of Wang Luo's head, although this action could only cover half of Wang Luo's body, and the rain flowing along the umbrella flowed even more on Wang Luo, and she was quickly wet when she stood in the rain, but she was full of smiles.

Wang Luo shoveled and filled the soil into the grave pit, Cui Xirui and Liu Zaixun followed closely behind, the three of them filled in for a while, the sky was already dark, and the temporary searchlight outside the cemetery was turned on, illuminating the grave that had been almost filled.

Wang Luo stuck the shovel into the muddy soil, wiped the rain on his face, hooked his fingers at the subordinates who had been waiting behind him, and soon several big men came over carrying a stone stele, Wang Luo and others worked together to erect the tombstone, there was only a black and white photo of Cui Shien on it, but there were no words on the tombstone, not even a name.

"Except for us, I don't think anyone will want to pay tribute to you, just forget the name." Wang Luo grinned at the tombstone that was wet with rain and felt a little rough, then picked up the shovel again to fill in the entire cemetery, and finally threw away the shovel in his hand, bowed deeply to the tombstone, took out a jet-black pistol from behind his waist, aimed the muzzle at the sky, and pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the deafening sound of gunfire and explosion sounded in the rain curtain, exploding countless sparks.

Park Ji-yeon, who was closest to him, let out a scream in fright, threw away the umbrella in his hand and fell backwards, but Wang Luo grabbed his waist and pulled him into his arms, huddled in his arms and listened to the deafening sound of gunshots.

Nine gunshots instead of nine death knells.

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