"Song Gongzi! ～”

Suddenly, an old, faint call was heard from behind the crowd. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Song Qi looked around and saw that on top of a cyan boulder on the hillside, there was an old man covered in blood and a thin body.

This old man is none other than Ming Zhugong, who risked everyone's lives this time and rescued him from the sea of swords and fires.

I saw Ming Zhu Chengcheng stretching out his thin hand to Song Qi, and his five fingers, which were as thin as chicken feet, grabbed in the air.

At this time, Ming Zhugong's body was withered, and he had no previous look. This old man, who was once full of colorful fairy wind bones, was now wrinkled and shriveled with his face. If an unknown person saw him at this time, no one would believe that this person was the richest man in the world who had been surprised by the wealth of the country.

"I'm here!" Song Qi's heart suddenly burst out, with tears in his eyes, he took three steps and two steps, knelt down beside him with a thud, and reached out to hold Ming Zhugong's hand. His hands were thin and cold.

At this time, everyone also moved over and knelt around the dying Ming Zhugong.

Ming Zhugong squeezed out a hoarse voice from his mouth as weak as a gossamer, and there seemed to be a shallow reproach in his tone: "You shouldn't have come to save me!" ”

Song Qi's heart was shocked, tears rolled down uncontrollably, he gently stroked Ming Zhugong's dry hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Mr. Ming, this is what we should do!" ”

"Yes! Grandpa, these are all things we should do! Everyone said with tears in their eyes.

Ming Zhu Gong struggled to open his eyes, those eyes were deep and attentive before, but at this time they were shriveled and godless, and they didn't seem to even have tears. He looked at Song Qi with a blank eye, his throat squirmed a few times, but he didn't make a sound.

Song Qi could understand what the Ming Zhu Gong was most worried about at this time. He stared at the latter's sunken and shriveled eyes, and promised him word by word: "Please rest assured, we will definitely rescue Mingyu!" ”

Ming Zhugong's eyes were bloodshot, his eyes looked at Song Qi blankly, his mouth trembled and he struggled to spit out these words: "Thank you!" There is no endless road, Yu'er will be fine... I know that you are not a mediocre person, and you will definitely surpass me in your future achievements... After finally saying these words, he seemed to be in a state of shock, his face returned to light, his fingers shook Song Qi's hand vigorously, paused, and gasped: "Remember, a small rich is safe, and a big rich invite disaster!" ”

Song Qi felt a chill in his hand, and looked down to see that there was an extra ring made of pure gold in his hand, and the ring was inlaid with a sapphire the size of a bean. The sapphire is crystal clear, and seems to radiate a faint blue light. You can even see your own reflection in this blue light. Obviously, this ring was stuffed into his hand by Ming Zhu Gong just now.

Song Qi's heart suddenly sudden, and he hurriedly pushed the ring to Ming Zhugong's hand, and said with tears: "Mr. Ming。。。 ”

A kind smile appeared on Ming Zhu Gong's face, he gasped for breath, held Song Qi's hand weakly, and said with great difficulty: "This ring is a token of my Ming Zhu firm." All the staff of the Ming Zhu firm see the ring as if they were me. I'm leaving soon. Now I'll give it to you! In the future, you will be the owner of the Ming Zhu firm... ”

Looking at this posture, Ming Zhu Gong is going to feel lonely. Song Qi wanted to push again. But just for a moment, Ming Zhugong's withered hands trembled, there was some temperature just now, but now it is gradually getting colder, and it is already cold to the bone in less than a while.

At this time, Song Qi seemed to be able to feel that Ming Zhugong's soul was gradually leaving his body, and it was completely back to light just now. His heart was suddenly like a knife, tears were gushing up, and he cried bitterly: "Mr. Ming, I will definitely live up to your trust!" ”

Ming Zhu Gong saw it, and the corners of his mouth showed a satisfied smile. Then, he turned his faint gaze and slowly scanned everyone's faces, from Xu Zhen's face, swept over Hua Meng, and then swept over Ling Xue, raised eyebrows, Mao Yong, Feng Dan, and stayed on everyone's faces for a moment. Everyone looked back at Ming Zhugong in grief and nodded tearfully.

In the end, Ming Zhugong's gaze fell back on Song Qi's face. He shook his body vigorously and coughed a few times, squeezed out his last voice, word by word, as if every word had exhausted his strength, and confessed to Song Qi: "Everything I have in this world will be handed over to you... I hope you can help me take care of Yu'er and treat Yu'er well... After speaking, the aperture in his eyes slowly narrowed, his eyes were still trying his best to open, it seemed that it was difficult to let go of this world, the last tear came out of the corner of his eyes, his hand was loosened, his head was crooked, his legs were kicked, he died of anger, and he died suddenly.

"Mr. Ming's 。。。"

"Uncle Ming。。。"

"Grandpa。。。"

Everyone knelt down next to Ming Zhugong's body together, beating their chests and crying and shouting. Even the brothers, who were so badly injured that they couldn't move, struggled to crawl in front of Ming Zhugong's body and kowtowed and wept.

This old man, who used to include the wealth of the world, has no response at this time. He has completed the task of this life, to ride the crane west, to pass away, to return to heaven, to return to where he should go...

The night was dark and boundless.

Suddenly, a meteor pierced the sky, illuminating the sky briefly, and then vanished. All things are back in darkness.

Everyone in the recess of the mountain will hold a vigil for Ming Zhu Gongju. No one slept that night, and the sound of weeping was endless.

Song Qi had tears in his eyes, and knelt straight next to the body of Ming Zhugong, dazed.

A generation of big businessmen just quietly left. How vigorous he was in life, but miserable when he died, he was killed by Xilian because of his property in his last life, and he was persecuted by Ximen Liu because of his wealth in this life.

What exactly is wealth? Why do so many people pursue it diligently, but in the end they can't keep it? What is wealth? In the end, it always causes the master's wife to be separated and the family to be destroyed? What is the magic of wealth? It made so many people's hearts black and hard, killing their husbands and killing their masters?

He knelt beside the body of Ming Zhugong in a daze for a night, never closing his eyes, and the tears in his eyes never dried.

Ling Xue also howled and cried bitterly at first, but later knelt beside her all night.

Xu Zhenhua, Mao Yong, Feng Dan and others also knelt all night.

All the brothers were miserable and miserable, and they had a sleepless night.

The next morning, some of the brothers went out of the city one after another, and found the hollow of the mountain.

It's just that Mingyu's shadow never appeared, and it seems that she was really lost.

By daybreak, they had dug a large pit under a crooked-necked tree on the hillside. This big earth pit is about to become the home of the richest man in the past, Ming Zhu Gong.

Song Qi still knelt beside the body of Ming Zhugong in a daze, bursting into tears.

Xu Zhen walked to Song Qi's side, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and persuaded in a trembling voice: "Brother Song, grandpa has already gone." Let the grandfather be buried in the ground! ”

Song Qi nodded silently. According to the wealth and status of Ming Zhu Gong, he should be buried in a coffin, and then stopped for seven days before he could be buried.

Now, the situation is special, and it can only be simplified because of ugliness, wrapped in thatch, buried with soil, and used trees as monuments.

Song Qi covered Ming Zhu Gong with the first piece of soil, and then everyone covered the soil in turn.

A simple new tomb rises from the ground. If there is no tombstone, it cannot be erected at this time.

A few low pines and cypresses were planted in front of the tomb. These pines and cypresses were transplanted from other places. This alone shows that the owner of the tomb was not an ordinary person. In addition, a few stones were used to make simple marks to indicate that this was the burial place of Ming Zhu Gong.

People picked several bouquets of flowers and placed them around the tomb.

Under the leadership of Song Qi, Ling Xue, Xu Zhen, Hua Meng, Qiao Mei and about 200 brothers wept and mourned, bowed, and mourned...

In an instant, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, dancing like a snake in the cracked sky, and then thunder roared, and the wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, flying up and down, and drifting into the distance...

"It's going to rain soon!" I don't know who exclaimed, but before the words landed, the raindrops of beans had fallen from the sky with the lightning one after another, and hit the people's faces, on the new graves, on the branches and leaves, on the crooked road on the side, and on the horses grazing at will not far away。。。。。 (To be continued.) )