From the moment he walked into the mourning hall, all the old employees in Fangzhou hated him to the core, eager to eat his flesh and pick his skin.

Throughout the more than 70 years in Fangzhou, Shi Lao's achievements as a sword bearer are not very high, and his ability is not the strongest.

But in the eyes of the people of Fangzhou, Shi Lao is the most sympathetic to his subordinates among all the sword wielders.

Every day, there are at least 10,000 old people in Fangzhou guarding the spirit of Shi Lao, and the scene is spectacular, which can be called unprecedented.

During the decoration of the mourning hall, as a sword bearer, I adhered to the whole process and fulfilled my duty.

Shi Lao has no heirs, and he doesn't have any relatives in his hometown, so I can be regarded as a sword bearer and a filial son.

Qi Yan is the one who cries the most.

Halfway through, the old bald man tried to talk to me awkwardly countless times, but I almost ignored it.

Annoyed, I directly asked Ye Buyi to convey the order and asked the old bald man to go to the door of the family area to be responsible for the reception.

Out of sight and out of mind, without bald old Liang poking his eyes in front of me, my mood is also a lot better.

The mourning hall was set up in the family area for four days.

During this period, the first person of the Heavenly Prison, Ma Wenjin and the president of the Hanlin Academy all came to mourn in person.

Zhuang Chihua and the woman Pan came the most frequently and the most.

In addition, many Heavenly Regimental scholars also appeared in the mourning hall to personally mourn Shi Lao.

Wang Pan also sent a wreath to Zhang Wei.

Shi Lao can't compare to Mu Degang, and the people who come to mourn are all colleagues on various hidden fronts. These people are all the same as Shi Lao in the past, they have no names and no merits, and some are just code names and pseudonyms.

On the fifth day, it was the memorial service for Shi Lao, which had been scheduled for a long time.

After the memorial service is held, the coffin is closed, and Shi Lao will be sent to be cremated, and the ashes will be transported to Fangzhou Garden for burial.

These are all pre-established procedures.

The day of the memorial service was the most crowded, and I was ready early.

The sun has dried the ground for many days, and the steel-plated pavement has allowed all kinds of vehicles to enter.

As a sword bearer, it is my job to receive guests.

After changing clothes in the dormitory and going downstairs, the cold bald old Liang jumped out from the corner, dragged me with a solemn expression and lowered his voice: "After Shi Lao is cremated today, remember to store the urn in Baoshan."

I'm already angry with the traitor Bald Lao Liang. His words made me even more angry: "What are you doing in Baoshan?"

"Anyway, it's right to exist in Baoshan."

Bald Lao Liang squinted at the dense crowd, and his voice was cold: "Listen to me. That's right."

I don't want to deal with Bald Lao Liang at all, just lift my feet and leave.

Bald Lao Liang is pinching my veins.

"Let go."

"You promised me first."

"Fuck off."

I threw my hand with rage, but then I grabbed my tie by throwing myself into the wild: "Tong Lao Liu. I'm not kidding you."

"The old stone urn must be put on Baoshan. At least a year."

I pinched the bald old man's vein with my backhand: "Are you the sword bearer or am I?"

Bald Lao Liang's face was painful, and he changed his left hand to tighten my tie again, with a solemn and fierce look that he had never felt before: "You must listen to me this time."

"I don't listen to you, so what can you do?"

"If you don't dare to listen to me, I'll ...... you."

Feeling irritable, I reached out and ripped off the bald old man's eye patch.

Taking advantage of the time when Bald Laoliang was yelling, his right foot hooked Bald Laoliang's left foot and directly hooked him to the ground.

Bald Lao Liang grinned in pain, desperately got up, limping after me.

I naturally know the purpose of Bald Lao Liang asking me to put Shi Lao's urn in Baoshan.

It's nothing more than procrastination.

As long as Shi Lao does not enter Fangzhou Garden for a day and does not enter the soil, the three courtyards and the four courtyards will never be opened.

This also completely cut off the thoughts of all the other people who coveted the treasure of Sanjin Yuan.

Bald Old

Bright wishful thinking, well played.

Only, I would never do that.

Today Shi Lao was cremated, and I will take Shi Lao's ashes to Fangzhou Garden today.

At the latest, I will come back in three days and apply to the invitees of the Tianjia Army to open the Sanjin Hospital. A comprehensive inventory of the treasures in the three and four courtyards was carried out.

As long as this final inventory is completed, then my task of holding the sword Fang State will be completely completed.

I was completely free.

Next, I'm going to put all my time and energy into finding the goggles.

Right!

That's right!

All I want to do for the rest of my life is to look for the goggles.

Because, before he died, Mu De showed me the drawing paper.

As long as I find the pangolin, I can find Yue Wei's remains!

At that time, the truth will be revealed.

Including who is behind my marionette's control.

As for who the things belong to the three and four courtyards, I don't care at all.

Who the loves to take it!

Whoever the can guard it, whoever guards it!

It has nothing to do with me.

Bald Lao Liang wants to use the treasures of the three courtyards and the four courtyards to trap me to death, and make his big dream of Qingqiu.

I've had enough of this life!

When I returned to the mourning hall, I suddenly noticed that there was an extra wreath in the most conspicuous position of the mourning hall.

Although Shi Lao is not as good as Mu Degang, he is also a national warrior.

In the mourning hall of his old man's house, the placement of wreaths is still extremely particular.

I am a sword bearer in Fangzhou, and the wreath I saluted on behalf of Fangzhou will naturally be at the top.

After that, Tianjia Army Wang Chaopeng, Zhang Wei, the boss of the Academy of Sciences, the headquarters Long Guangyao, Zhuang Chihua, Tang Anjun and so on.

If there is someone bigger than Wang Chaopeng, then it will be in front of Wang Chaopeng.

However, this newly sent wreath was actually ranked in front of Wang Huipeng, only one notch shorter than Comrade Lao Zhang.

This makes me a little confused.

Silently approaching, the wreath giver was arranging the tie and tie.

"Mourn Comrade Shi Zhongkai through the ages."

When the left link was straightened, a line of words fell into my eyes: "Old friend Cao Shicheng respectfully pulls."

When I saw these words, my body shook involuntarily, and I couldn't help but say out, "Cao! Generation! Done!"