At the moment, the Ji family.

The mourning music of the fight and slapstick gradually weakened, and the people who were invited to play the suona all blew their cheeks soft, and some couldn't bear it.

The man in the lead couldn't help but complain to Wang Lun: "Boss Wang, you only said two hours before, but now it's almost three hours, how long do you want us to blow?" ”

They came early in the morning, didn't eat breakfast, didn't even drink a sip of water, and even the iron body couldn't bear it.

Wang Lun waited a little anxiously, he didn't expect the people of the Ji family to be so calm, so he made such a fuss, the door was always closed, and no one came out to talk to him.

Wang Lun has made a lot of money over the years, his body has been fat, he has gained weight, he looks at a lot of meat, but in fact, he is not frost-resistant at all, he was blown by the swishing cold wind and shivered, and he was impatient when he heard the words: "What are you arguing about!" Isn't it just money, I'll just add money to you, blow it to me! It must be blown until their Ji family hands over the murderer! ”

When the leader heard this, he felt that his cheeks hurt and panicked, and he frowned and said: "Boss Wang, this is not a question of whether to add money or not, it will rain in a while, and I will have to rush two fields in the next few days, these people can't get sick!" ”

They are specialized in giving people red and white ceremonies, from the wake to the funeral, they will help watch the whole process, and this line of work is the most rules, and they have promised other people's work before, and they must not be repented temporarily.

Seeing them talking, several suona players all took the opportunity to stop and rest, and one by one they blushed and their necks were thick, and their throats were so dry that they were about to burst into flames.

Wang Lun had no choice but to go up and knock on the door by himself.

The gate of the Ji family was high and thick, knocking on Wang Lun's big palm painfully, and he roared angrily: "Ji Zheng, you killed my son, don't hide in it and pretend to be a turtle, get out of here!" ”

The porter of the Ji family hid behind the door and kept silent, thinking that the Wang family was really a pig's brain, thinking that just calling the door like this could call them out of the second young man? They are not fools, how can they go out so easily?

And even if they go out, with Boss Wang's fat and sick physique, can they hold one hand from their second young master?

The porter silently wiped two handfuls of sweat for Wang Lun in his heart, Wang Lun didn't know anything about it, snatched the gong in the hand of one of them, knocked on the door violently, and threw some money to the onlookers, so that they could shout together.

Wang Lun is making a generous move at this time, and the people who watch the excitement didn't expect that it would be so easy to make some extra money, and he could work hard.

Ji Zheng sat in the teahouse not far away, picked a private room facing the street with an excellent viewing position to watch the excitement, saw this situation, and pulled someone with a piece of ocean to let him go back and call people, saying that Boss Wang scattered money at the gate of the Ji family, and anyone who was willing to yell twice outside the gate of the Ji family could get a string of copper plates.

As soon as they heard that there was such a good thing, many people threw down their work and rushed to the outside of Ji's house, shouting the same number: "Ji Zheng! You justify killing people to pay for your life! Get out of here! ”

Wang Lun himself shouted and gasped, at this time someone followed to help, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and was about to sit down and take a breath, I don't know who in the crowd shouted: "The words are shouted for you, Boss Wang, give the money quickly!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately surrounded Wang Lun, and dozens of hands stretched out towards Wang Lun and asked him for money.

Wang Lun was a little dumbfounded, although he has a lot of money, but people are not stupid, how can there be a reason to shout two words to get money from him?

He clutched his money bag and denied it vigorously: "I didn't say I wanted to give you money, you shouted for me yourself!" ”

There was a lot of noise around him, and his voice was not enough for everyone to hear, and some people heard that there was money to be taken, and it was pouring in this direction.

Wang Lun was pushed around by the crowd, his feet were stepped on several times, and he couldn't help but scold: "You fart, what are you, you want to take advantage of the fire to rob me of my money, no way!" Believe it or not, I asked my cousin to arrest you all!? ”

Wang Lun was violent, but as a result, there was a red-eyed person in the crowd who was even more fierce than him, and he scolded: "If you hadn't said that you wanted to give money first, why would we have come here to join in the fun?" You have gone back on your word, no wonder your son just died and your daughter died! ”

"That's it, if you make so much money and still pick it like this, I'm afraid that you will cut off your children and grandchildren in the future, so you can live with the money yourself for the rest of your life!"

More and more people responded, and the sound was very loud, like a vicious curse, making Wang Lun's eardrums buzz.

People are like that, the more numerous, the easier it is to be incited.

However, as the old saying goes, water can carry a boat as well as it can capsize a boat.

With wishful thinking, this group of old foxes wanted to use public opinion to overwhelm Ji Zheng and make Ji Zheng retreat.

But public opinion is like fire, and some people, playing and playing, will set themselves on fire.

It is not yet known who this fire will burn in the end!

Not only Wang Lun, but even those people he hired to play suona and beat gongs and drums were surrounded by these onlookers, constantly pulling and asking for money.

Seeing that the situation was about to be uncontrollable, the door of the Ji family creaked and slowly opened, and the Ji family's nursing courtyard fired two shots into the sky, shocking those present, and the noise stopped abruptly.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, Old Man Ji walked out wearing a silver-gray winter jacket and riding gown, with a cane, with a solemn expression.

"What's all the fuss?"

The old man asked in a deep voice, and the crutches in his hand were doubled, making a tuk-tuk sound, which was very deterrent.

Before, these people took advantage of the chaos to make trouble, but now they were suppressed, but no one was embarrassed to say that Wang Lun owed them money.

The onlookers dispersed, and Wang Lun was pulled into a mess, and the whole person was embarrassed.

He straightened his clothes, glared at him viciously and scolded, "Untouchable! I haven't seen money in eight lifetimes, haven't I? ”

"That's it!"

Old Man Ji became angry when he saw his unproductive appearance, and turned the topic to business: "Boss Wang parked the coffin at the gate of my Ji family today, what do you want to do?" ”

“……”

Didn't you come up with the idea to stop the coffin here? Why do you even want to ask me?

Wang Lun thought in his heart, fortunately, the person he invited was a little brainy, and hurriedly followed Old Man Ji's words and said loudly: "Old Man Ji, don't be angry, today's matter, Boss Wang is not targeting the Ji family, but the second young master of your mansion, Ji Zheng, is really too deceitful, he pretended to be a public servant, detained our Young Master Wang in the camp in the western suburbs without authorization, and also abused lynching, abused Young Master Wang to death, and finally created the illusion that Young Master Wang committed suicide by jumping off the building!" It's so deceitful! ”

This is not for Old Man Ji, but for the people present who are watching the excitement.

It's just that these words have been repeated many times by Wang Lun in the past two hours, and everyone has no fresh energy to listen to, and he was scolded by Wang Lun for being a pariax just now, and the onlookers are uncomfortable, and they will not speak out to respond.

If no one is following the momentum, it will be meaningless to ask for justice.

Old Man Ji's dark eyes swept around, and he said in a deep voice: "This rebel is not at home now, if Young Master Wang really wants to ask him for an explanation, it is better to go to other places to see." ”

But if Wang Lun is a little smarter, he should know that Old Man Ji is showing him the way, let him stop standing here, and beat gongs and drums around the city, so that the people in the city will know that Ji Zheng killed Wang Zhigao, and they can carry out the next plan.

However, Wang Lun was tired and thirsty, and he didn't want to move at all at this time, so he said very hardly: "I'm not leaving!" I'm going to guard Ji Zheng here today, he can run away from the monk and can't run the temple, sooner or later he will come back! ”

Old man Ji: "......"

Idiot! You're a fart here!

Old Man Ji scolded in his heart, and was about to speak again, when someone in the crowd suddenly said again: "Boss Wang, if you really want to seek justice for your son, why don't you go to the Martial God Temple to see his corpse first?" Didn't Ji Zheng say yesterday that he would dissect the body for evidence? ”

"Autopsy?" Wang Lun raised his voice, the first time he heard such a terrifying statement, he didn't need to be reminded by Old Man Ji, and shook his head again and again: "Impossible!" I'm not going to allow anyone to touch my son! ”

If a person dies, how can there be any reason to dissect a person's corpse?

Wang Lun would never agree, his attention was all on the autopsy, but Old Man Ji frowned and wanted to find the person who had just spoken, but the crowd was too crowded, and the person was mixed in, and it was really difficult to find a trace.

The others have all chimed in: "That's it, if you really feel sorry for your son, why don't you just care about finding fault with your own son, and don't even care about your son's corpse?" ”

There were a lot of discussions, Wang Lun was a little weak-hearted, he looked left and right, and couldn't find anyone who could make an idea for him, and after a while, he could only grit his teeth and say: "Come with me to the Martial God Temple, I want to take my son to Ji Zheng to seek justice!" ”

So the group carried the coffin to the Wushen Temple, and the onlookers had nothing to do, so they also stepped up one after another, following Wang Lun and his party to see the excitement.

When everyone was finished, Old Man Ji was still standing at the door and didn't move.

He was faintly uneasy, and always felt that someone was deliberately guiding Wang Lun to the Martial God Temple just now.

Not long after those people left, Ji Xun came back from outside and saw Old Man Ji standing at the door, Ji Xun hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Dad, it's cold, why are you standing here?" ”

"You went out this morning?"

"Yes, I went to Lanxiang Pavilion, Jinchuan Pavilion has been sealed these days, and the business in our Pavilion will be better." Ji Xun said softly that he didn't say anything about his visit to Su's house.

Old Man Ji thought about other things, and didn't notice Ji Xun's concealment, and thought for a while and instructed Ji Xun: "You immediately pick ten people with better skills, and go to the Martial God Temple with guns on your back!" ”

Ji Xun looked puzzled, and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing in the Martial God Temple?" "Please keep in mind: Lily, URL mobile version, Lily free fastest update no anti-theft no anti-theft.