The country of West Mozambique is located in the southern part of the country.

The bordering land, the yellow sand everywhere, this season is very hot!

In the desert, if it were in the past, it would be rare to see people for 800 years.

Today, it's lively.

Several large Land Rovers quickly crossed the border, drove into the desert, and stopped for hundreds of miles.

"Elder Wen, this should be it."

A hall master chewing gum took off his sunglasses, glanced at the coordinates on the GPS, and his eyes drifted to the sky.

"Hmm!"

"It's time to board over there, and in twenty minutes, it's time to finish!"

Wen Hanqiu glanced at his watch, then closed his eyes and purified his energy.

Twenty minutes later!

A passenger plane flew over the desert!

Wen Hanqiu's fingers tapped quickly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he snapped his fingers suddenly!

Boom!

Bang!

With the snapping of fingers, the plane in mid-air suddenly shattered, turned into a ball of fire, dragged the tail of black smoke, and plunged into the yellow sand.

"Quick!"

"We only have ten minutes, we must find the body."

Wen Hanqiu jumped out of the car first, and according to the place where the plane crashed, he urged Gang Qi to pass over like lightning.

The plane had long since become wreckage, with smoke billowing and a strong smell of burning.

Burnt corpses and severed limbs can be seen everywhere!

Wen Hanqiu glanced at it quickly, and there were the corpses of seven grandmasters!

In order to kill Qin Yi this time, the Hong Gang can be said to have invested a lot of money.

"Elder, there's still one alive here."

The young man in sunglasses let out a scream.

Wen Hanqiu hurriedly walked over, but saw that this person's face was like charcoal, and he was still slowly squirming!

"Good guy, this can still be angry, and it's absolutely amazing."

The person who collected the corpse couldn't help but exclaim.

Wen Hanqiu stretched out his hand and took out a gold post from the man's waist, opened it and looked at it, and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed: "Everyone, look, our Hou Ye also has today!" ”

While speaking, Wen Hanqiu glanced at the golden posts to everyone in turn.

Everyone carefully examined this person again, and the faces and figures were not much different, and everyone was very happy.

"Elder, great, if nothing else, this is Qin Hou's corpse!" The young man in sunglasses said with great joy.

"Hmmm! Let's take a closer look, this matter must not go wrong. Wen Hanqiu said in a deep voice.

"It's wrong, it's a Qin thief, he just turns to ashes, I can recognize it."

Wen Jue on the side carefully examined the squirming man and sneered.

'Qin Hou, Qin Hou! ’

'Do you have today?' ’

'You have ruined my great cause, driven me to a dead end, and come here to live like a dog. ’

'Feng Shui takes turns, you never dreamed that I would be the last person to collect your body, right?' ’

Wen Jue couldn't stop laughing, tears were about to flow out.

"Time is urgent!"

"Kill him and bring him back! This place should not be stayed for long. "Wen Hanqiu kicked Wen Jue a *** substitute.

"Don't move, leave it to me!"

Wen Jue pulled out the dagger, his eyes were cold, and the blade slid across the man's throat, only then he licked the blood on the blade with satisfaction, and waved his hand to signal the corpse to be collected.

Perhaps because of hatred, he had the illusion that Qin Hou's blood was actually sweet.

The group carried the body into the car and left happily.

……

The news of Qin Hou's death soon spread in the old city.

Except for a few people such as Wen Xueyan and Hong Wenbin, even Wan Jiabao did not know the truth, and the Qin Gang was lifeless.

The East Banner hung a white flag for three consecutive days to pay tribute to this peerless celestial pride!

"Ah Yong, are you sure that Qin Hou is really dead?"

In the secret room, Hong Zhaoli asked the young man in sunglasses face to face.

"Helper, my subordinates saw it with their own eyes, this is the dragon post on his body, as well as the jade pendant on his body, as well as his appearance and figure, after careful identification, it can be confirmed that it is Qin Hou."

Ah Yong replied seriously.

"Phew, this abominable fanatic is still dead after all." Hong Zhaoli breathed a long sigh of relief.

Previously, he was also worried that Wen Hanqiu was playing tricks, so he specially sent an inside line A Yong to keep an eye on the field.

Now that he has received the exact news, his hanging heart has finally sunk.

"By the way, the people of the East Banner will send a spirit to Qin Hou at the Water Pavilion tonight, Elder Wen asked if you are going?"

Yong asked.

"Let Hong Zhan go for me." Hong Zhao thought about it.

"The second young master hasn't seen anyone yet, and his subordinates have already sent someone to look for him." Ah Yong said.

"Okay, this gang leader will go on a trip himself tonight!"

"Qin Hou, he is qualified to be worthy of my send-off."

Hong Zhaoli's eyes flashed, and he smiled gloomily.

Wan Jiabao got Qin Hou's dragon post and the corpse in the afternoon, and the corpse was sent by someone from the embassy, which was already unrecognizable, and could only be vaguely judged to be somewhat similar.

After grief, Wan Jiabao collected the bones and set up a mourning hall by a nearby river that day, inviting monks to overhaul the dead.

At the same time, the old city of Qin Bangtangkou telegraphed the bigwigs of Jiangdong Hall to announce the news of Qin Hou's death.

It was night, and white lanterns hung high, swaying in the sparkling waves by the river.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a dragon post that symbolizes the identity of the Marquis of Qin, and behind the offering table, there is a high-quality golden silk nan coffin, which contains the bones of the Marquis of Qin.

The funeral was very grand!

People with heads and faces in the Chinese circle went to the mourning hall to mourn.

One is that he can't believe this terrible reality, no one would have thought that Qin Hou, the god of death, who was still beautiful a few days ago, would encounter such a catastrophe.

Moreover, I also want to listen to how the wind will blow in the future of the Qin Gang.

Wan Jiabao and others entertained them one by one as family members!

Until more than two o'clock in the second half of the night, everyone was tired and exhausted, struggling to support, and was about to take a nap.

At this time, the hoarse voice of the master of ceremonies came from outside the mourning hall.

"Mr. Hong Zhaoli, the leader of the Hong Gang, Elder Wen Hanqiu and others came to offer condolences."

The people of the Hong Gang?

Why come at this time?

Wan Jiabao was shocked, beckoned the disciples of the Qin Gang, cheered up, and waited for the battle.

Hong Zhaoli was wearing a blood-red festive Tang costume today, and as soon as they met, he bowed his hand and said: "Oh, Mr. Wan, I heard that you Qin helped the Hou Ye die in Huangquan, and Hong felt quite guilty in his heart." ”

"Master Hong, what do you mean by this?" Wan Jiabao couldn't help but be angry, and asked coldly.

How can there be a reason to participate in a funeral and wear red clothes, Hong Zhaoli is clearly here to find fun.

"If you want to go to rice, you should be invited by me! Who knows that this business has not been negotiated, and the people are gone, it is really a jealous talent, sad and lamentable! ”

Hong Zhaoli slapped his palms and pretended to be heartbroken.

"Master Hong, let's incense." Wan Jiabao was also helpless against the number one master in the United States, so he gritted his teeth and endured this breath, lit the incense, and handed it over.

After Hong Zhaoli finished the incense, the master of ceremonies shouted a bow on the side.

After Wan Jiabao's family returned the gift, Hong Zhaoli was just about to leave, when he suddenly heard a slight sound from the coffin in the mourning hall.

This sound, but it was amazing, and everyone's cold hair suddenly stood up.