The weather in Yanjing seemed to be infectious, and it also fell for the first time since the beginning of autumn, and the rain fell like a waterfall on the ground, splashing white mist, and the whole city seemed to be in a steamer.

Zheng Tianlun died, and he responded to that sentence - either heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than Hongmao, obviously, he was the latter.

In the suburbs of Yanjing, in the ancestral hall of the Zheng family's old house, wreaths were placed around, and a golden silk nanmu coffin was placed in the center of the ancestral hall.

The person lying in the coffin was none other than Zheng Tianlun, who Zheng Wuming brought back from Hong Kong overnight - but now Zheng Tianlun has lost his breath and is lying quietly in the coffin, his face looking extremely quiet.

Originally, the plane was not allowed to take off when the typhoon was coming, but Zheng Wuming, who was extremely angry, didn't care whether the plane would be blown down by the wind, so he took off with the captain closed, and transported Zheng Tianlun's body back to Yanjing overnight.

Since Zheng Tianlun is dead, even if he is a ghost, there is no need to leave his corpse, so no one has to stop Zheng Wuming's behavior.

In addition to the coffin in the ancestral hall, there is an offering table at the front, on which there are some pastries and candles, and a photo of Zheng Tianlun, and there are very few people in the ancestral hall, except for Zheng Yan, Zheng Wuming and Zheng Xiao, the rest are a few uncles of Zheng Wuming's mother's lineage, and even none of the subordinates of the Zheng family came, only a few bodyguards wearing black suits with white cloth strips on their arms stood at the door.

The rain was pouring outside, but the atmosphere in the ancestral hall was extremely dreary.

Zheng Yan stood beside the coffin, looking at his grandson lying inside with a blank face, his face showing no anger or sadness. It's like looking at a wax figure in a wax museum, looking at it very carefully, as if you want to keep every detail in mind - but because of Zheng Yan's attitude, the atmosphere seems even more weird.

"How can he get his hands down, how can he get his hands down."

A middle-aged man standing on the side said with a distressed look on his face, gritting his teeth. "How can that little rabbit cub of the Yan family kill Tianlun? Even if the family is wrong, it is our Zheng family's business - even if the Zheng family can't manage it, isn't there still a country? What kind of casual murder does he have? Even if his Yan family is powerful, he can't do it, he is breaking the law, he is careless of human life. ”

"That is, sue him, the police department will sue us if they don't care about us, and I don't believe that the country still allows a murderer to go unpunished."

The man's words immediately received a lot of support, and one by one the group was excited, as if it was not their nephew who died, but their own father, and they couldn't wait to drag Yan Murong out first and shoot him for five minutes, then Ling Chi with three thousand knives, and finally split the body of five horses to relieve their hatred.

"Shut up." Zheng Wuming was annoyed by the noise, frowned and shouted in a deep voice, which immediately made the atmosphere in the ancestral hall fall silent again.

"Nameless, is that all?" The middle-aged man who spoke before asked hesitantly. "How can I say that I am still Tianlun's uncle, Tianlun's death is so unclear, I also want to seek justice for him."

"I'll tell you to shut up." Zheng Wuming said impatiently. "Our Zheng family's affairs are solved by our Zheng family, we don't need you to worry about it, how to solve it Grandpa has his own arrangements."

"You-nameless, how do you talk kid? What do you call your Zheng family, your mother is my own sister, I am your uncle, you are my nephew, how can you say that? The middle-aged man looked shocked, but he didn't dare to teach Zheng Wuming a lesson with the attitude of an elder, which shows how high Zheng Wuming's status is in this group of people.

"Uncle? Hum. Zheng Wuming snorted coldly. In addition to following behind my ass and trying to make money, when did you remember that you were my uncle? - Nephew? Amusing. I was an ATM in your eyes, when did I become a nephew? ”

"You can't say that." The middle-aged man's face changed and he said. "It's true that we're following you to make money, but we can't fake this thing about blood, right? ――Whether you admit it or not, we are all your uncles, and we also have the responsibility to seek justice for Tianlun. ”

"Then go!" Zheng Wuming said with a disdainful smile. "Since you want to go, then go, go to Zhongnanhai to fence the Yan family, go to the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection to surround the leader, and say that his son killed your nephew, and you want to seek justice - rest assured, I will never interfere with your behavior."

"You're not going?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"What am I going to do?" Zheng Wuming sneered.

"This—"

Hearing that Zheng Wuming didn't go, the middle-aged man was suddenly choked and couldn't speak.

He is not stupid, how can he go to encircle Zhongnanhai, and how can he besiege the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection? Isn't this looking for death?

Indeed, he was the one who shouted to seek justice for Zheng Tianlun, but without the support of the Zheng family, he didn't dare to go to these two places, even if he went to Hong Kong to see Yan Murong.

"Don't you dare, do you?" Zheng sneered sarcastically. "I'm telling you, this time, no one wants to make a small move behind my back - want to use me to get benefits? Neither did the door. ”

"You-"

Zheng Wuming's uncles' faces changed, and they all trembled with anger, but no one could say a word to refute it.

Of course, they don't have much to say.

"Alright, don't make any noise." Zheng Yan, who had been in a state of silence, suddenly spoke, glanced around lightly with his eyes, and said. "I have my own opinions about Tianlun, don't worry about that heart, come and see Tianlun, and accompany him for the last few days, even if you do your best."

"Disperse, forget it." Zheng Yan waved his hand. "Do whatever you have to do."

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, but they didn't dare to disobey Zheng Yan's intentions, said goodbye to Zheng Yan respectfully, and each of them picked up an umbrella and got into their own car, and in the ancestral hall, only the three ancestors and grandchildren of the Zheng family were left.

"Grandpa, that's it?" Zheng Wuming looked at Zheng Yan and asked.

"What can you do?" Zheng Yan asked. "Carrying a knife to kill back? - Besides, I also know about the family, so he is to blame. ”

Zheng Wuming bowed his head and was silent, indeed, Yan Murong had a reason to kill Zheng Tianlun, but he had no reason to kill Yan Murong.

"However, Tianlun really can't die in vain!" Zheng Yan suddenly raised his head, and a strong light erupted in his two hollow eyes.