Chapter 312: Running for Funeral

Dongfang Chen's grandmother, Ms. Ouyang, passed away in May 2047 at the age of 97 somewhere in Shaanxi Province, China.

Seventeen years ago, a tragedy occurred in Haining County, Zhejiang Province, China. The family of Dongfang Wenbo, a professor at a certain university, was robbed by unknown gangsters on the night of the 30th anniversary of the Chinese New Year's Eve. After hearing the news, the police officers who rushed to the scene shot the stubborn gangsters to death, and it was verified that Dr. Dongfang's family had suffered an accident.

Dongfang Wenbo and his wife, their eldest son Dongfang Chen, who had just rushed home from Hong Kong for the New Year, their grandmother, and their young daughter who was only in junior high school, were brutally killed by gangsters.

This tragic incident actually occurred during the Spring Festival, and its impact was so bad that the people were so angry that Zhejiang Province, which was rich and had not encountered it for decades.

Organs at all levels attached great importance to it, and after more than seven months of investigation and follow-up day and night, hundreds of cadres and policemen finally arrested the suspects who had fled to the three places after committing the murders: Ruan XX, Gao XX, Ma XX, and Yuan XX, in Vietnam, Cambodia, Yunnan, and other places.

Two months later, the four offenders were sentenced to death by the Zhejiang Provincial Intermediate People's Court in the first trial. A month later, after four gunshots, the four sinful souls came to an end, and at the same time, they also avenged the innocent Dr. Dongfang's family!

Of course, all the above texts are excerpts from the news of major media websites after the Spring Festival in 2030. In fact, a few lovers know that except for Dr. Dongfang and his wife, no one else died, and was saved by the two Taoist priests of the Seven Star Temple.

Ordinary people may think that the Seven Stars Temple is nothing, isn't it just a Taoist Temple? What's the big deal? However, China's successive rulers, its top and core elites, still know more or less what the Seven Stars is all about.

The matter of the Seven Stars Viewing meddling has never been something that ordinary forces can touch, so this matter was naturally reported to the highest department. Therefore, at the suggestion of the Taoist priest of the Seven Star Temple, in addition to Dongfang Chen staying to recuperate from his injuries, the surviving ancestors and grandchildren completely changed their appearances, deleted all traces of existence, and were escorted by the relevant state departments to live in seclusion somewhere in Shaanxi Province.

The vacuum-like life of the grandfather and grandson did not improve until the day the Knights of Divine Punishment were disbanded. But the old man who is accustomed to Qingju refuses to leave the deep mountains and old forests for anything, only Dongfang Chen's sister lives a normal life in Xi'an City.

Dongfang Chen has been wandering outside for seventeen years, and in order to avoid trouble, he has not even set foot in his homeland China a few times. Every time I miss my grandmother and sister, I entrust the people of the Seven Stars to do it for me, sending greetings and some items. I really can't stand it, and I can only relieve the pain of lovesickness by exchanging videos recorded in advance with each other.

But Dongfang Chen got the video in his hand, only grandma's, and the video of his sister Dongfang Ting has never seen it once.

In the tragedy seventeen years ago, Dongfang Tingke was at the scene, and she basically heard the conversations between those femme fatales and foreign women and her brother. Therefore, Dongfang Ting, who is in the period of youth rebellion, easily fell into the logical trap of FPT6 No. 1 Captain Vivian, thinking that the tragic death of her parents was all caused by her brother.

Later, as she grew older, she matured a lot, and heard some secrets about her brother, although she thought it was unfair to him, but she was never able to forgive him.

The trauma of youth may take a lifetime to heal!

Although Dongfang Chen was very heartbroken, he also couldn't forgive himself, and he didn't even dare to face his grandmother and sister. There seemed to be no other way than to give them everything they could do on their own.

At this moment, Dongfang Chen was sitting on the sofa, crying like a child, calling his grandmother, calling his parents, and his sister over and over again, and thousands of warm pictures were hovering in his mind.

For more than ten hours, his wrist mapped out thousands of videos and videos that he treasured, and played them in a loop over and over again.

As the sun set, the sky was dark, and from dark to bright, I don't know how long it took, a large crack opened in the empty space of the room, and Prosius walked out of it with a solemn expression: "Commander, please mourn." Everyone else is on the way, come on, I'll send you there. ”

Dongfang Chen rushed over and hugged Prosius, crying bitterly: "I haven't even seen the last side, the last side is ······."

Prosius patted Dongfang Chen, who was already crying: "Life and death parting, look at the point." You're already lucky. ”

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In China's Qinling Mountains, deep in the Taibai Mountains, Dongfang Chen walked alone on a stone road in the dense forest.

Walking up the road, it didn't take long for two rangers to flash out of the bushes, and one of them asked, "What are you doing? There are national endangered species here, which are being conserved by scientific expeditions, and traffic is prohibited!"

Dongfang Chen knew that these people dressed as forest rangers were actually government agents, completely blocking this mountain forest, no matter who came, no matter what your background was, they would always use this reason to stop tourists.

Usually ordinary tourists and camping enthusiasts can be intimidated by this reason, and if they encounter unreasonable dignitaries, all kinds of second-generation goods, these agents will use violent means to expel these people. Within a few hours, all kinds of cows, ghosts, snakes and gods, as well as the elders of the second generation, should lose their official positions, go bankrupt, go to prison, and try again and again.

Dongfang Chen took out his ID card and some photos that he treasured in his early years, and said politely to the two agents: "You have worked hard, I am Dongfang Chen, and I am here to mourn my grandmother." ”

In fact, the security level here has been lowered four years ago, and the agents are not completely unsympathetic, allowing some real tourists to come and go. It was only after the death of an elderly man a day ago that the security level was re-adjusted to the highest level, and the staff returned to their original faces.

A ranger took the photo, took out a handheld computer, opened the page, carefully compared the two compartments, and then looked shocked: "It turns out that it is Dr. Dongfang, please come in, and there will be a staff member to show you the way when the time comes."

Uh, Dr. East, please mourn. ”

When Dongfang Chen disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, an agent muttered: "Have you verified your identity? You just let people go random? It's just two people, and their appearance can be explained by plastic surgery, but what about their height and body shape? Don't make a mistake and let your superiors punish us." ”

The agent who had previously verified Dongfang Chen's identity bit his ear and muttered: "You know a fart, people are new humans who have evolved their lives." Life evolves, you know?

Alas, you don't understand, you just came here a few days ago and didn't understand the situation, he is the eldest grandson of the old lady, Dongfang Chen, the head of the God Slaughter Troupe!

Cheer up, there will be big names visiting in a while!"

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This is an ordinary farmhouse courtyard, located in a corner of the mountain col, only a half-meter-wide dirt road connects the mountain, there is a stream flowing down from the mountain in front of the gate of the courtyard, across the small wooden bridge, Dongfang Chen stands in the place where his grandmother has lived in seclusion for 17 years.

The whole courtyard is quiet, only the warm afternoon sunshine, and the non-stop insects and birds.

Walking into the courtyard, there is a small vegetable garden, potted plants, and flowers. On the left and right sides of the courtyard, there is an apricot tree full of pale pink apricot blossoms.

Bypassing an earthen wall that served as a light wall, Dongfang Chen finally came to the backyard where his grandmother lived.

But the first thing he saw was not his grandmother's coffin, but a group of Taoist priests doing things in front of the hall. The group of Taoist priests, all of whom were not very old, numbered eight of them, sat on futons on both sides of the path leading from the backyard to the hall, some dozing off, some playing with their mobile phones, some bowing their heads and reciting scriptures, and some whispering and laughing.

Dongfang Chen didn't care to understand what was going on with these Taoist priests, so he endured his grief, took three steps and made two steps, and a gust of wind seemed to rush into the hall, kneeling down in front of his grandmother's coffin and the statue, and slammed his forehead to the ground.

When I raised my head again, I was already full of tears!