Huang Li was scolded by the mayor's husband and didn't dare to make any more trouble, so she had to ask cautiously:

"'Tianxinyuan'? What is that place? Can't even your dad handle it? Won't it......"

Mayor Cai didn't bother to pay attention to her anymore, but just snorted indignantly from his nose:

"Have you ever heard of Jinyiwei? This 'Tianxin Courtyard' is much stronger than Jinyiwei......"

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While the mayor's family was muttering, Zhou Chunquan's brothers and sisters were holding a funeral.

The originally jubilant three-story building has been completely decorated in black and white. The courtyard where the family used to gossip has also been turned into a mourning hall. Paper money is flying, mourning is bursting, and the villagers are incense in turn, bowing and mourning. The brothers and sisters of the Zhou family knelt aside and kept saluting back.

Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er went to the spirit to offer incense, stared at the statues of the two elders for a while, and then returned to Han Feng's side.

Han Feng didn't bow at all—who was worthy of the underworld Yan Jun's family to bend down and bow?

In Zhou Chunquan's eyes, the captain Han Feng was like a god, so when Han Feng asked their brothers and sisters to get up, he made a small wish:

"Captain, my parents died too unjustly! It's also me who has not fulfilled my filial piety as a son. Captain, Chunquan has no other requirements, only hopes to be buried tomorrow when he ......"

Thinking of tomorrow, the day he said goodbye to his parents, this high-spirited man couldn't help choking, lying on the ground and kowtowing heavily, and said sadly:

"Tomorrow...... I hope that the grievances of my parents can move heaven...... I want snow in June as a sign of injustice! Spring is all broken, and there are no regrets! ”

Han Feng looked at the two brothers and sisters who kept mourning and crying in front of him, his heart was heavy, he sighed, and he didn't say anything more, just pulled them up from the ground heavily!

…………

The peaks are like gathering, and the waves are like anger!

On the small green hill not far from the Zhou family, Han Feng personally selected the burial place for the two old men of the Zhou family. Not only is it surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery and excellent feng shui, but you can also see at a glance the home that you have sacrificed your life to protect.

was originally a place of beautiful mountains and rivers, but now there is a mourning. The mountain wind was strong, swirling over the cemetery, and there was a faint sound of whimpering; The grass and trees hang low, pitching back and forth as the wind passes, as if they are also responding to the death of this parting from this world; Even the flowers in full bloom were all shocking crimson and bloody!

When the good day came, the two urns were gently placed in the tomb. Then firecrackers rang out, paper money flew, and on the mountains, the cry shook the sky.

Unconsciously, there are snowflakes flying at the same time as the paper money!

Dong Quang province has a hot climate, where can it snow! What's more, in the summer lunar month of June, the hottest time of the year?

But today is an exception!

For the first time in recorded history, there was heavy snow in Fuyun City. Although the sun is in the sky, the wind is fierce and the snow is dancing! Witnessing such a strange phenomenon inevitably makes people panic.

Zhou Chunquan held snowflakes in his hands, his face was full of blood and tears, knelt straight in front of his parents' graves, and cried loudly:

"Mom and Dad, God must know your grievances! I will definitely avenge your revenge! ”

As he spoke, he set his eyes on Han Feng, the captain who was standing in the distance. From this moment on, in his heart, Han Feng is already the master of this heaven and earth, the true god in his heart!

Han Feng stood on the edge of the cemetery, with his back to the tomb and facing the wilderness, standing with his hands in his hands. His face was solemn, looking up at the snowy clear sky, and his mood was unusually low.

How many ghosts and ghosts are there in this world? To achieve the legendary realm of bliss in the world, I am afraid that it is absolutely impossible. The road ahead is not only very long, but also full of thorns and difficulties!

Thinking of the catastrophe of the destruction of the world that Hongjun repeatedly mentioned, he still has no clue, if it comes in a hurry, how should he deal with it?

What should we do to reorganize the world, rectify people's hearts, restore the Heavenly Dao, and pacify the Three Realms?

As soon as he thought of this, the crazy brother couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and naturally groaned:

"I don't see the ancients before, and I don't see the ones who come after. Thinking of the world and the world, I am alone and crying! ”

After speaking, he felt even more heavy in his heart, and he looked around in a hurry, as if he had seen the apocalyptic scene when the catastrophe came.

Mountains and rivers are broken, everything is withered, people and animals are extinct, and there are only air-dried bones all over the mountains. In mid-air, the original sunny sky was long gone, and only a boundless cloud of black smoke shrouded the earth. The human world, which should be full of laughter, is only a dead place, and its gloomy place is far better than the Yin Cao Ghost Domain!

As soon as he saw that the place he was trying his best to protect had become such a sinister realm, Han Feng's mind gradually lost his mind, and under the agitation of his feelings, his anger rose unconsciously.

This was the true anger of Yan Jun of the underworld, and the heavens and the earth suddenly reacted - the blue sky and red sun disappeared immediately, and were replaced by snow and rain, dark clouds rolling, mountains and rivers were bleak, and the wind was howling!

Even the two ghosts in the Dementor Ring, Dong Yu and Taj, had already felt the anger in their master's heart, and they wanted to break the ring and protect the Dharma for Han Feng with all their might.

Zhao Feifei and Tang Yue'er saw that Han Feng's expression was wrong, and when they saw that the world suddenly changed, they hurriedly grabbed the man's arm, comforted him repeatedly, and persuaded each other gently.

Despite this, it was only after a quarter of an hour that Han Feng cleaned up his mood, stopped the heavy snow, and restored the clear sky.

"You can rest in peace." Standing in front of the grave, Han Feng said in a low voice to the tombstone:

"Although my soul is gone, I would rather believe that you have a spirit in heaven...... I still want to make this world full of justice and justice! I'm going to make sure that what happened to you doesn't happen again! I must make sure that all people can feel each other's love! ”

After that, Han Feng nodded fiercely at the tomb as if he was making a promise!

To restore the way of heaven is to correct people's hearts.

is the so-called re-enactment in troubled times, at this moment, in the heart of the crazy brother, the fate of people like Huang Qiang has a clear destiny!

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Under Zhao Feifei's summons, or threat, Li Jiefang, the dog's brother, came to Fuyun City in a low-key manner as quickly as possible.

Han Feng was noncommittal about his arrival, and he didn't give face at all.

"Brother Jiefang, as soon as you come, I will let them go?" The crazy brother looked at Li Jiefang with an unkind face, "I know, you have a good relationship with Vice Premier Cai......"

At the juncture, Li Jiefang hurriedly refuted the rumors: "That's my business with Lao Cai." If you make a mistake, you have to be punished! You don't have to think about it that much. ”

Han Feng glanced around and saw that there were no outsiders anyway, so he said directly:

"This time, I'm going to kill someone! I'm going to see if their necks are hard or my knives are hard! Also, don't blame me for not reminding you that this time, it's as many kills as there are! Don't ask me for any evidence, I, no! ”