seconds back.

"It's all up to your mind, everything in your line of sight, silently recite the word 'receive' in your heart, it's fine, if you want to take something out, you can silently say 'put', this thing can only hold dead things, not living things, and nothing else."

In fact, this jade wrench is not the equipment that the underworld soldiers have replaced, but the equipment that he has changed by the Night Wandering God himself.

Let's ask how ordinary Yin soldiers can go into battle with a wrench to kill the enemy?

Pan Yu immediately tried it according to the method said by the night wandering god, he looked at his mobile phone, and silently said "receive" in his heart.

Quietly, the old Xiaomi mobile phone really disappeared suddenly.

This Nima is also amazing!

"Put".

Once again, the phone was back in his hands.

Pan Yu has obtained the Yang Eye and this jade wrench in turn these days, and I believe that if he meets the man in black again, he will definitely not fail miserably like today.

It may not be a fiasco, after all, the man in black didn't want his life at all.

Not long after, Pan Yu came to the Sanhe Cemetery, Xiao Kegong brought dozens of people here to greet them, they were wearing black suits on a hot day, and the bodyguards were all wearing sunglasses.

The best cedar coffin is ready, the mourner, the coffin bearer, even the person who wears linen and wears filial piety, and the professional mourner, dozens of wreaths are placed neatly, and the whole scene is full of the words "deep mourning" inside and out.

"Xiaoyu, these are all friends in the rivers and lakes, and we asked us to prepare it as soon as we learned about it." Xiao Kegong said with a serious expression.

To be honest, before Luo Fatzi was alive, Pan Yu couldn't talk about filial piety, and he didn't even invite him to a meal.

After his death, Xiao Kegong's funeral was arranged in place.

"Uncle Xiao, thank you." Pan Yu nodded, two lines of tears across his face.

"It's all as it should be." Xiao Kegong turned around and shouted, "The funeral begins!" ”

Who is Luo Fatty? The fast knife hand is fat Yama, and he is a well-known figure on the rivers and lakes.

The people who sent these wreaths were basically from the Xiwu sect, and they admired such a big man very much.

Not to mention the Xiwu sect, even if it is a monastic sect, Luo Fatzi's status is also very important.

After all, this is the last longevity seller in Yanxia.

The funeral was going on in a grand manner, and Pan Yu asked Dai Xiaoren to go back first, and he personally came to dress Luo Fatzi in linen and Dai Xiao.

At the end of the funeral, Pan Yu and Xiao Kegong said: "My Uncle Luo left more than 700 million assets before his death, I won't ask for this money, Uncle Xiao, you can help me donate it." ”

"All donate?" Xiao Kegong asked with some surprise.

Seven hundred million, not seven hundred, seven thousand.

Pan Yu nodded: "Donate all, don't keep it at all, just donate in the name of Uncle Luo, I don't understand this thing, so I'll trouble you." ”

Xiao Kegong nodded heavily: "Okay." ”

……

Pan Yu declined Xiao Kegong's send-off and walked to Dongmen Street, which is more depressed today than in the past, and the sound of chainsaws on the street is no longer audible.

Chen Rongguang sat on a small pony, bowed his head and smoked a cigarette.

"Uncle Chen."

Chen Rongguang raised his head: "Is everything done?" ”

Pan Yu nodded, presumably the residents of Dongmen Street already knew about Luo Fatzi.

"Go in, your grandfather has something to tell you."

"Okay."

Along the way, Pan Yu greeted the neighbors as usual, and everyone's mood was not very high, until Pan Yu walked to the rose garden hair washing room.

"Xiaoyu, don't you look very happy?" The sixth aunt is still lying on the rocking chair basking in the sun.

Pan Yu used the tip of his nose to make an "um" word.

"What's upset, isn't it that Xiao Luo has braided his hair, he hasn't enjoyed anything in his life, it's worth it, go back and introduce you to a sister, to ensure that you don't have any troubles."

"Auntie, it's not funny." Pan Yu said lightly.

"Okay, go back, don't delay your aunt to bask in the sun."

Pan Yu returned home, Pan Yuandao was sitting on the table of the Eight Immortals watching TV, and the soldiers in the picture were fighting bloodily, shouting with a machine gun: "Little devil, I'll fuck your grandma!" ”

"Grandpa." Pan Yu shouted softly.

"Sit." Pan Yuandao watched the TV intently.

Pan Yu sat across from him and asked, "If you have anything to say, just tell me." ”

"It's nothing, no matter what method you use, you will be relieved of your position below."

Pan Yu immediately raised his head.

How did Grandpa know about this!

Luo Fatzi knew about this before he died, but he didn't have time to pass the news back to Dongmen Street.

If the neighbors learned of Luo Fatzi's death, it was because of some of Xiao Kegong's actions.

Then no one knows about this at all!

"What position?" Pan Yu asked.

Xiao Kegong's eyes were glued to the TV screen, in which the soldiers had run out of ammunition and began to load their bayonets and prepare to charge.

"Zheng Jiupin Lan Ling."

Pan Yu suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, and as for the name of the position, this news was definitely not from Luo Fatzi.

Who the hell is it?!

"I don't know what you're talking about." Pan Yu plans to pretend to be stupid to the end.

Only then did Pan Yuandao turn his gaze to Pan Yu.

"This position is too dangerous, I hope you will step down immediately, and don't trust the people in the underworld, especially the Night Wandering God." Pan Yuandao said coldly.