Lan Mo finally died, just like Tie Gong, and left me.

I couldn't save him, even if I have Xuanzun's cultivation now, I may be able to resurrect Blue Mo like the Ice Sea Resurrection Demon Slayer Battle Warrior, but I didn't do that after all.

Because, I know, if he were alive, he might still choose to self-destruct.

The thousand-year-old Sam King failed to save his life, and high-tech medical technology failed to keep him alive, all because Lan Mo himself lost the motivation to live.

This is the second time I have attended a memorial service for my loved ones, and when I got out of the car, there was a depression all around, and there was no one.

I wore black sunglasses and walked into the hall of the memorial service.

There was no one, and there were only a few brothers in the empty hall who were good friends with Blue Ink in the fifth group.

Ayu, Ryukako stood in the center of the hall.

The faces of the two men were solemn, and they couldn't say anything.

There were white and yellow chrysanthemums all around, and I saw Lan Mo smiling and lying among the flowers, with a hint of a smile, his explosive head was gone, and he was wearing a black shroud, looking very thin and short.

"What about people?"

I stood beside Ah Yu and asked softly.

"Brother Lan was dubbed a big mistake for betraying his master, this is a big crime in the cultivation world, and no one in the cultivation world will come to participate. Even Long Xingzi quarreled with his master and rushed out of the division to attend the memorial service. ”

Hearing Ah Yu's words, I raised my head and saw a wound on Ryu's face, his hands clenched very tightly, and there was stubbornness in his eyes.

I lit a cigarette, gently spit out the cyan tobacco, and looked at the black and white photo hanging opposite, which was the only photo taken by Lan Mo, he always said that he was a rock uncle, not taking pictures, although he was very fashionable, although he liked to laugh, although he was always very handsome, but he didn't like to take pictures.

"It would be sad if I had taken a picture and I would find out that I was getting old in the future."

Lan Mo's words still lingered in my head, and he used to say them to me often.

At this time, a funeral home worker dressed in black came over, he looked at me, and asked softly, "Sir, there are really few people coming, do you want to continue?" ”

This is the smallest farewell memorial service he has ever seen, and he is still secretly saying in his heart: This deceased must have had a bad reputation during his lifetime.

I smoked slowly, didn't say a word, waved my hand, and walked out.

Walking step by step to the door of the memorial service hall, through the window I saw that the sky was blue, and Shanghai had a surprisingly good weather.

White clouds surrounded the sky, and the sunlight shone through the glass on my face, stabbing my eyes.

"Luo Yan, send Big Brother Lan on the road."

Long Xingzi shouted behind me, there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, this pro-disciple who came out of the orthodox gate sect, in order to send Lan Mo a ride, was injured by the mountain gate, and broke through many obstacles to Shanghai.

I rubbed my eyes, beckoned, and the disciples of the Tongtian Society who came with me came over.

"Inform all the sects in Shanghai that within 1 hour, all the sects with branches in Shanghai must send representatives to arrive here, and each sect is not allowed to have less than 10 people, if after 1 hour, which sect does not send people, I will personally destroy his mountain gate."

The disciples of the Tongtian Society behind me looked at me in surprise as if they had heard the craziest words.

"Less, less in charge, isn't this ......"

I turned my head and roared, "Don't go yet!" Let's just say that it is Xuanzun Luo Yan's order, and whoever doesn't arrive within 1 hour will be killed! Fuck, my brother's memorial service, who dares not to come! ”

The disciple of the Tongtian Society rushed downstairs with a rolling belt, he had never seen me so angry, and in his impression I had always been a kind and righteous young master.

I lit a second cigarette, leaned against the window, shook my head slightly while smoking, and said softly: "Brother Lan, I must let you go." ”

This sentence seemed so light that only I could hear.

I stood in the hall of the memorial service, looking out the window, smoking quietly, but the entire Shanghai cultivation world had gone crazy, and even the entire Huaxia cultivation world had gone crazy.

It was like a storm that swept across the land of China and reached the ears of every monk.

Luo Yan, the young head of the Tongtian Society, issued the first order after becoming the top powerhouse in the land of China, and it turned out to be that everyone rushed to attend the memorial service for the first sinner who betrayed the master.

Some are waiting, some are resolutely resisting, and some are already on the road.

And I just stood by the window, smoking cigarette after cigarette, not talking, with no expression on my face with sunglasses.

"Sir, if any of you haven't come yet, please hurry up and start the big gift, we are still waiting for the next group."

The funeral company came to urge me, I glanced at him, and said softly: "I have a bag here today, and it doesn't matter how much money you have." ”

The funeral company was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something, but at this moment, he heard the sound of the vehicle braking downstairs. He looked over and was immediately startled.

He saw countless cars lining up to drive in, this building is independent, there is only one hall, so if the car drives here, there is only one purpose, and that is to attend this memorial service.

I still didn't move, and I heard messy footsteps coming from down the stairs.

Old men, teenagers, middle-aged people, men and women in black coats walked up to me with solemn expressions on their faces.

"Lord Luo Xuanzun."

"Your Excellency Luo Yan."

"Lord Luo Yan."

Everyone who sees me is giving a salute, Xuanzun, the most powerful existence in the entire land of China, raising his hand to open the mountains and seas.

The crowd walked towards the hall, and the originally empty hall became fuller, and the representatives of these sects stood in one after another, even if they didn't know the people who died at the memorial service, or some knew about Lan Mo's crimes, but they were forced to attend his memorial service.

The people of the funeral company were already dumbfounded, and the young-looking person in front of him didn't know what the origin was, and after just issuing an order, so many bigwigs who looked very powerful came.

When the hour came, the hall was full, all looking at me, as if waiting for me to announce the start of the memorial service.

"Are the people from the fifth group of the national brand here?"

I asked softly.

"No, the young master, the fifth group of the national brand did not send anyone."

The disciples of the Tongtian Society reported.

I nodded, removed the cigarette butt from my mouth, and crushed it violently.

"Let's get started."

I whispered, but I didn't stand in, I was still leaning against the window, watching everything in the hall.

Ah Yu read the memorial speech on my behalf, and there was crying in his voice, and the tears could not be stopped halfway through the reading.

When he said: "Although I have known Brother Lan for a short time, he is a good person, a good big brother, and a good brother. ”

When I heard this, I remembered my acquaintance with Lan Mo because of the fight, remembered that he fought with me against the head descender, and remembered the last drink he asked me to drink.

I remembered that he risked his life to show his Shura nature in order to help me, he remembered his explosive head, remembered his rock 'n' roll fan, and remembered that he was carrying a big black sword and smiling at me.

This time I didn't cry, I calmly looked at the portrait of Lan Mo, looking at the once hearty smiling face.

I am reminded of a story that Tie Gong once told me, he said that one day a murderous Shura came to the world, and he saw countless civilians and wanted to kill these mortals. One day, however, a child came up to him and said to him, "You are Shura, but you can protect us." ”

From that day on, this Shura became the protector of the people.

When I was young, I laughed at Tie Gong, saying that there are no good-hearted ghosts in this world, this is what he told me, and now he makes up these lies to deceive me.

At that time, Tie Gong said to me that one day, I would meet a kind Shura, whose claws were only waved for justice.

Now that I think about it, I really met such a Shura, and his name is Lan Mo. He carries the sadness on his back, but he can show the heartiest smile. He obviously cultivated the evil Shura Kendo, but he swung his sword for justice and fought for his brother.

When Ah Yu finished reading the eulogy, I walked into the hall, looking at the blue ink lying in the coffin, looking at this buddy who was about to be cremated, this strong man gave up hope of survival at the end of his life.

He didn't deserve to die, he could have survived, but he was too tired to live, and he would rather bear the sin of betrayal and choose death.

"Lan Mo, you're really useless, just die, fuck your uncle."

Ryukako roared softly, tears sliding down the side of his face and wetting his collar.

I looked at the calm Lan Mo and said softly: "Brother Lan, you watch, you won't die in vain, the fifth group of the national brand will soon completely disappear in the cultivation world." This is my promise to you. ”

As I spoke, I smoked a cigarette, turned around sharply, my black coat flew up and down, and slowly walked down the stairs alone, with the smell of smoke, with a sad face, with a murderous aura.