Late at night.

"Bang!"

The huge shadow crashed against the white-painted brick wall, sinking more than half a meter deep, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye, except for the faint smell of blood and the shattered sunken wall.

Wu Shan followed him into this dead end, as if looking for something everywhere, and a little neon brilliance overflowed from behind him.

Suddenly, he raised his head, and a white corsage loomed in the deep night sky. Wu Shan's palms were wrapped with blue and white silk-like light. With a bow of his knees, he jumped into the air more than twenty meters high. Grab a piece of twisted air in your right hand and pull it down hard.

The invisible shock spread, and the lights of thousands of homes in the bustling urban area went out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the piercing electronic sound made pedestrians several streets away can't help but cover their ears.

After a muffled sound,

Wu Shan fell to the ground according to a colorless mass of things, the dust was filled, and the man's facial features were gradually revealed, and blood oozed from his forehead.

"Give me the corsage."

Wu Shan said coldly.

Although the man was embarrassed, a sneer still appeared on the corner of his mouth: "If it weren't for Zhao Jianzhong's rules, if it weren't for the Yan Fu incident, you think you would be able to catch me?" ”

Wu Shan raised his fist, and the silky smooth light turned crimson, and then slammed into the man's face, and in the burst of flames, the asphalt road around him was full of cracks.

"If it had been in the Yan Fu incident, I would have killed you a long time ago. Bring! ”

Blood and green smoke filled the air, and Wu Shan narrowed his eyes, sensing the sharp danger of pinpricks.

The man under his fist lowered his tone, and he said faintly:

"Sooner or later, if you pick the corsage, you will lose your acting qualifications, and if you hurt the innocent, you will only lose your qualifications, I want to see which of us can kill whom!"

With that, a series of black incantations spread out from the man's neck, and the aura of Sen Ran made the broken stones around him tremble.

The green tendons on Wu Shan's face faintly burst out: "You look for death yourself, don't pull me." ”

With that, the white, green, blue, red, and yellow lights began to flicker alternately behind him......

Ten minutes later.

A black Santana was stuck in front of the alley, the window was down, and inside was a shawl-haired man in sunglasses.

Wu Shan came out of the alley, holding a corsage that was constantly trembling by the wind, and half of his face was occupied by writhing spells, looking extremely terrifying.

He opened the door of the shawl hair and sat in, which provoked the shawl hair to praise repeatedly.

"Meng Ji is also a good hand in Yan Zhaohui, but I didn't expect it to be planted in your hands."

The beast, its shape is like a leopard, and the title of the text is white, the name is Meng Ji, it is good at volleying, and its song is self-calling.

——"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Classic of the North Mountains"

"I don't have a bad problem picking soft persimmons."

Wu Shan said, looked at the dark alley, and suddenly laughed: "It's all the Ten Masters, Candle Jiuyin told us to fight, and Zhao Jianzhong told us not to fight too hard, how can we keep our hands?" Why don't the two of them fight by themselves first, and we are embarrassed by one set. ”

"If a substitute with similar strength fights happily, there must be a problem, but he can still cope with it. If the Ten Masters are really infighting, then it will be difficult to clean up. Let's work together. ”

The shawl hair looked at the spell on Wu Shan's face: "You don't look very good, it's the funeral the day after tomorrow, do you want me to help?" ”

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Shawl hair stepped on the accelerator: "As you please." Oh, by the way, Mr. Zhan has something for me to bring to you. ”

"What."

"The one you mentioned before, that's called Li Yan, right?"

Wu Shan was interested, and the incantation on his face writhed more cheerfully: "What's wrong with him?" ”

"Teacher Zhan wants me to tell you not to provoke him at this funeral."

“……”

Wu Shan closed his eyes and was silent. It took a while to open his eyes: "What about Teacher Zhan?" ”

"He doesn't have time to see you right now."

Santana turned a corner and disappeared into the night.

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October 19, cloudy.

Luoyang Funeral Home

"Comrade? Homosexuals? ”

The man withdrew his gaze from the words "civil administration for the people, civil administration loves the people". A pair of dim eyes stared at the undertaker in front of him.

He looked to be in his fifties, with obvious miscellaneous white hair on his temples, swordsman's eyebrows and nose, chapped and white lips, a clean old tunic on his body, and a little bit of a fierce color in his gray eyes.

"Please show me the death certificate and the deceased's ID card."

"Oh."

The man fumbled in his trouser pocket for a moment, then handed it to the undertaker.

"This ID card has expired."

When the man heard this, his gray eyes widened a little, and he pursed his mouth to look at the crumpled faded card in the undertaker's hand. Above is a man whose face is not clear, and the word "Qin An" is written in the name column.

"I haven't done it again, so let's help."

"This ...... We have rules and regulations. ”

The man was silent for a long time.

After a long time, he held back another sentence: "Help." ”

"......" the other party nodded reluctantly. Okay, I'll give you a try. ”

"Thank you."

"Okay, wait a minute, comrade, your surname?"

"The surname is Zhuo."

"What is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Friends. He has no immediate family members. ”

"Is the mourning hall located in a funeral home?"

"Yes."

"It's okay, when are you going to pick up the body?"

"There is no body, and there is a well-dressed grave."

"Ah, good. So, where to bury? ”

"Beibi Cemetery."

……

After tossing for more than two hours, the sky was already dark, and the man walked out of the funeral home alone with a black and white portrait, the photo showed a young man with a smile on his face with a classic 90s Chinese distribution.

A long queue of Hongqi sedans generally came across the road and stopped in front of the man.

Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Ji Wenji and others got out of the car, all wearing black regular clothes, and their faces were solemn.

Zhao Jianzhong didn't get out of the car, but just raised his face and looked at the old man holding the portrait on the side of the road in the back seat.

"Brother Jiu."

Zhan Yuejin stepped forward and took the photo from the man's hand.

"Hmm."

Ji Wenji stood behind Zhan and bowed her head slightly: "Ninth brother." ”

"Hmm."

"Let's get in the car"

As he spoke, Zhan Yuejin turned to one side.

The man shook his head. "You are crowded in the car, and the old man and I will sit in one." ”

Zhan Yuejin glanced at the man's eyes quickly, and then nodded. Ji Wenji licked her lips and did not speak.

"Leap forward, don't think about it. Let's do the rest for Xiao An first, and talk about the rest later. ”

"Got it."

Zhan Yuejin lowered his head.

With that, the man got into Zhao Jianzhong's car.

The arrogant insect in the driver's seat said with a sideways face: "Hello Mr. Zhuo." ”

"Hello."

After saying that, Candle Jiuyin turned his head, bowed his head to Zhao Jianzhong, and said, "I'm back." ”

"It's good to come back, I'll find someone to keep an eye on the decoration of the mourning hall. Let's go back to the hotel first. ”

"Okay."

The convoy restarted, and two old men with very different temperaments sat together. Like a solemn lacquer painting.