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It seems that God is adding a cloud of sorrow to the funeral of the Yun family, the white-haired people send the black-haired people, and the sorrow of the human world is nothing more than this.

At the headquarters of the Salt Gang, the inside and outside of the Yun Family Manor are black and white, and hundreds of Salt Gang disciples wearing black suits and small white flowers on their chests are standing on both sides of the gate of the manor, with solemn and deep expressions, welcoming the guests who come to worship.

Yun Zhengqing, thirty-five years old, married, has a son and a daughter, all of whom are milky and undried, and the eldest daughter is only six years old. The two sisters and brothers, dressed in white filial piety clothes, knelt beside their mother, and behind them, there were three generations of the Yun family.

Old Man Yun sat at the top of the family seat with a flat face, and next to the old man was the old woman Long, and the second-generation members of the Long family were all sitting on the side.

After all, Yun Zhengqing is only the eldest son of the third generation, and it is also because he has children that the funeral will be held, and it is impossible for the elders to kneel aside like the members of the third generation.

Zijiao rarely wore a black long dress today, with wavy purple curls coiled behind her head, and Heijiao, who was wearing a black short skirt and windbreaker on the side, with an indifferent face, became two unique landscapes in the lobby, two blue-eyed and tall foreign beauties, in this case, it was very eye-catching.

Wang Yiming did not appear in the lobby, but took ten of Old Man Yun's personal attendants to guard the entrance of the lobby. If there is any change in the lobby, they can guarantee to rush in at the first opportunity.

Shen Feng was also dressed in a black suit, draped in a white cloth, half-kneeling beside his wife Yun Xiaorou, and beside him, Yun Yifei with a sad face.

The person who presided over the funeral was a respected member of the Yan Gang, and with the old man Yun laying down the country, Uncle Kun, his gray hair had already made the big brother who was the leader of the southern underworld look old, but he still read out the funeral ceremony loudly.

"The Iron Hand helps the boss Wang Biao arrive." The other big brother who was in charge of welcoming the guests outside the door shouted loudly.

After a while, three middle-aged men in black suits and sunglasses handed the umbrellas to the Salt Gang disciples, and the three walked into the hall with sad faces.

After bowing three times to the statue of Yun Zhengqing hanging high on the front, the three of them turned to the side of their families after putting on the incense.

"Yun Lao, the festival mourning is changing, Brother Zhengqing left a little suddenly, our Iron Hand Gang and the Salt Gang have always been friends, Yun Lao has orders in the future, although let people inform our three brothers." The big man at the head bent down slightly, looked at Old Man Yun respectfully and said.

"Biaozi, you three brothers have a heart. Let's take a break. Old Man Yun smiled and nodded.

The people who can come to Yun Zhengqing's funeral today are basically for the sake of Old Man Yun's face. Although Yun Zhengqing is also a big brother and is in charge of the Salt Gang, the Salt Gang can have the prestige it has now because Yun Lao is alive. Otherwise, not everyone will give face to the salt gang and come to the funeral of a big brother.

Before the three of them could take their seats in the guest seats on the other side, a report came from outside the door again: "Tan Bing, the master of the Qinggang Loyal and Righteous Hall, has arrived." ”

With the voice, more than a dozen men and women dressed casually and with a casual face appeared in front of the door, and what annoyed the Salt Gang disciples the most was that there was a bewitching girl hanging on Tan Bing's arm, wearing a blood-red long skirt that was incompatible with the solemn and solemn atmosphere at this time.

Coming to the funeral to wear red clothes is a serious disrespect to the host's family, and it can even be regarded as a humiliation for Chi Guoguo.

"Hall Master Tan, I'm sorry, this lady can't enter the lobby." The Salt Gang Hall Master at the entrance of the hall had a gloomy face and blocked Tan Bing and the others.

"Oh, that's how you Salt Gang entertain guests? Just because my women like to wear red. Tan Bing asked with a sneer.

"Let them in." When the hall master's face was full of anger and he was speechless, the old man Yun in the hall shouted in a high-pitched voice.

"Hmph, it's still the old man Yun who understands the world, and he is a guest from afar, and he came to attend the funeral of a Yun family's dead ghost, our Green Gang has already given you face in the Salt Gang." Tan Bing sneered strangely, and walked into the lobby with people.

Tan Bing's words made a group of Salt Gang disciples outside the door change color, if they didn't dare to do it at this time, they would have been unable to hold back their anger and Tan Bing desperately.

Wang Yiming just glanced at Tan Bing lightly, and his gaze met a burly young man with a grim face behind Tan Bing.

As soon as the four eyes first touched, Wang Yiming was horrified in his heart, with his current innate primary strength, he couldn't even see the strength of the other party, and at the same time, he felt danger from the young man's body.

The young man looked Wang Yiming up and down a few times, a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he made an arrogant gesture to wipe his neck, and then followed Tan Bing into the lobby with a sneer.

Wang Yiming's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he glanced at the captain of the old man Yun beside him, who also felt that the situation was not good, and made a gesture with the palm on his chest, and then looked at Wang Yiming and said, "Brother Wang, the safety of the old man will be handed over to you." We are in charge of the rest of the Yun family. ”

Wang Yiming nodded silently, and walked into the lobby, the pressure on the young man was too great, he was worried that the purple and black Shuangjiao would not be able to block the other party at the first time, this was a strong man who gave him an extremely dangerous asterisk.

Without the slightest intention of restraint, Tan Bing walked to the front of the mourning hall by himself, bowed three times casually, and let his subordinates put on three sticks of incense and came to Old Man Yun.

"Yun Lao Gang Leader, mourn. It's too weird to make Sun die, I don't know if the old gang leader Yun has found out who the murderer is? If the old gang leader Yun doesn't want the ugliness of his family to be publicized, my gang leader said that he can clean up the portal for the salt gang. ”

"What do you mean, young man?" Old Man Yun's face was slightly cold, and a pair of cloudy old eyes burst into light, and he looked directly at Tan Bing and asked.

"It's not interesting, it's just casual talk. Could it be that our helper and his old man were not able to do it? Ling Sun's death has another mystery. Tan Bing said with a playful face.

Tan Bing's eyes were unrestrained and domineering, so that the bosses of various gangs in the south who came to attend the funeral, and some celebrities in Wuhan City secretly exchanged heads and ears. This kind of confrontation between super gangs, they can only watch the excitement.

However, the meaning of Tan Bing's words made everyone secretly guess, Yun Zhengqing's death was very unexpected, but at this time, I was even more convinced that this matter was very unusual, and some people's eyes even looked at Yun Yifei who was kneeling on the ground with a blue face.

Among the three generations of the Yun family, Yun Zhengqing and Yun Yifei have been fighting openly and secretly for the position of the helper, which is no longer a secret, and at this time, Yun Yifei's suspicion of killing his brother and seizing the throne is undoubtedly the greatest.

"Tan Bing, what the fuck are you, talking nonsense on my salt gang's territory, what kind of heart do you have?" Looking at a pair of eyes with deep meaning looking at him, Yun Yifei couldn't keep calm anymore, and stood up angrily and scolded.

"Oh, isn't the Cloud Gang Master breathless? You haven't done anything wrong, so why bother with a weak heart? Tan Bing smiled weirdly, and the three words of the Yun Gang Leader were extremely weird by him.

"Weak-hearted Nima, if you dare to sow discord again, believe it or not, I will make it impossible for you to get out of this door." Yun Yifei's eyes showed murderous intent, and he glared at Tan Bing angrily and said in a deep voice.

"I really don't believe it. Your subordinates who are lying in ambush around the mourning hall are not here to deal with me, are they? Could it be that there are people you want to get rid of in this mourning hall? Tan Bing laughed playfully.

Yun Yifei's face changed slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became deeper and deeper. And the rest of the gang bosses in the mourning hall all looked shocked and became vigilant.

Old Man Yun sat on the chair with a calm face, neither stopping the farce nor making any remarks, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Old man Yun, I have to say, the Yun family's family is unfortunate, your grandson is too ruthless, he colluded with the notorious Shura Gate and set up an ambush around the mourning hall, I'm afraid that the people who want to kill are not those of us who attend the funeral." Tan Bing ignored Yun Yifei, whose face was cloudy, and turned to Old Man Yun and sneered.

"Shuramon."

Hearing these three words, everyone in the mourning hall changed color, maybe some people don't know what kind of organization this is, but there is no one who doesn't know it.

This Shura Sect used to be an ancient martial sect, but it has since evolved into an underground evil killer group that can kill anyone for you as long as you give money. And this Shuramin is murderous, and every mission is a river of blood, and there are no chickens and dogs.

Because this sect has always been secretive, there are many masters in the sect, there are no gods, and the methods are cruel and vicious, and it has always been regarded as an evil force by the people on the road, and they hate and fear.