Zhao Mu stared at the three sect masters who stood up out of fear, and then said, "Third, Wang Chujue, the master of the Seven Xuanmen Gate, went out seven days later and was attacked and killed by the Wild Wolf Gang, and the entire family of the Wang Gate Master was tragically destroyed. Whoever kills the leader of the Wolf Gang is the new owner. ”

As soon as these words came out, it was like a shock, and everyone was in an uproar!

Deputy Master Ma couldn't help but speak: "Zhao... Is Zhao Gongzi's words true? ”

"Really, after destroying the Wild Wolf Gang, I have no intention of controlling the Seven Xuanmen, and the Supreme Elder who is temporarily hidden by the Seven Xuanmen is not to be publicized. When you go, I will accompany my master. After the words fell, Zhao Mu got up, came to the master's body, and said no more.

Seeing this, everyone dragged the bodies of the Supreme Elder and the door master, and after cleaning the ground, they fled from the hall as if they had been pardoned.

Outside Zhao's mansion, the moon stars are scarce, and the cold moonlight is spread on the ground, like a thin layer of light veil.

The elders and deputy sect masters discussed a lot.

Deputy Master Ma: "What do you think of today's events?" ”

Deputy Master Li, who is in charge of criminal law affairs on weekdays, said angrily: "I asked you to wait for Lao Zhao to be buried before mentioning the matter of the strange soldiers, but you didn't listen." It's good now, the door master and the Supreme Elder have all died, who among us can stop the killing god inside? What else can you do as you are told? ”

Another deputy door master in charge of logistics: "What Lao Li said is reasonable, there is no one to cure the evil inside, we might as well discuss how to do a good job in the things he arranged, it is the most important." Otherwise, the demon will kill on a large scale, and you will not lose your life in vain. ”

Then, the three deputy masters began to discuss how to arrange the things arranged by Zhao Mu, as well as the division of the Wang family's property and the exchange of interests, so it was inconvenient to come here one by one.

The next day, in the early morning, in a valley, Han Li, who had not yet woken up, was called up by Zhang Tie.

Zhang Tie put the mourning clothes in his hand on Han Li's bed, and Weng Sheng said, "Someone came from the door today, saying that it was the Zhao Hall Master of the Hundred Forging Hall who was killed by a sneak attack by the Wild Wolf Gang. Seven Xuanmen mourned for seven days, and within seven days, they must wear mourning clothes, and they must not drink and have fun, otherwise they will abolish martial arts and be expelled from the sect. ”

When Han Li heard this, he thought of Senior Brother Zhao who had said that he was thorough about protecting himself, and asked with some concern, "What about Senior Brother Zhao, is there any news about him?" ”

Zhang Tie: "Han Li, isn't your third uncle acquainted with Hall Master Zhao, maybe you can go and see for yourself." ”

Seeing that he couldn't ask for the news he wanted, Han Li thought about it for a long time and decided to ask Doctor Mo to resign and go to the Zhao Mansion to have a look.

"You said that you have an old relationship with the Zhao Mansion, and you are going to go there for funeral?" Doctor Mo didn't even raise his eyes, holding the book in his hand, and asked while coughing.

"Yes, Mo Lao. When the elder died, it was reasonable for me to go to Zhao's mansion. Han Li lowered his head, a little afraid of the old man in front of him.

Mo Lao still looked at the book in his hand, coughed a few more times, and wanted to refuse the matter, but after thinking about it, he felt that Qixuanmen was handling the funeral of a hall master with such fanfare, so he said with some surprise: "Since it is the death of the elder, then you can go yourself, and come to see me first when you come back." ”

Seeing that Doctor Mo agreed, Han Li said goodbye, thinking that he had nothing to grow, he came to the medicine garden to pick a few white chrysanthemums, tied them with a thin rope, and went straight away.

On the way out, Han Li could still vaguely hear Doctor Mo's coughing one after another.

In front of the Zhao Mansion, Bai Aya, who represents the funeral, is everywhere, and there is an endless stream of people who come to the Zhao Mansion to mourn, and there is a long queue at the door.

Han Li couldn't help but feel a little timid when he saw that most of the people who came were dressed luxuriously and the gifts they brought were also extremely valuable. Thinking of the courtesy and affection that the third uncle had often said, Han Li settled down and firmly lined up at the back of the line.

"Honorable guest face, I don't know how old it is with my master." The little guy in charge of the reception records did not despise Han Li because he was young and shabby, and asked politely.

"In Xia Han Li, my uncle opened a restaurant at the foot of the mountain, and he met the master. Yesterday, I just entered the Seven Xuanmen, and I heard bad news, so I came to worship and talk about my heart. Han Li replied.

"The uncle of the honored guest is Master Han, right, and he opened a 'Youke Yunlai' restaurant at the foot of the mountain?" The little guy continued.

Han Li thought about the name of the third uncle's restaurant, it was indeed called 'Youke Yun Lai', and nodded yes. was led into the Zhao Mansion by another servant.

In the Zhao Mansion, Han Li observed that the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion was extremely spacious, and there were dozens of tables in it, on which were tea and snacks, and the guests who had finished worshipping each found someone they knew were sitting, but they were only whispering, and no one dared to make a loud noise, as if they were afraid of disturbing Old Master Zhao's long sleep.

The guests here were as rich and compelling as Han Li had seen before, except that a few tables of guests were children and teenagers dressed plainly. Han Li looked puzzled and didn't ask yet.

The clever little guy explained: "Our master was kind-hearted when he was alive. Ten years ago, there was heavy snow in Jingzhou, and most people were prone to cannibalism. At that time, the old man was adopting the little master, the old and the old, the young and the young, and he saved these many children with thought. Later, they were placed in a residence at the foot of the mountain by the master, and today they all came to worship when they learned the news of the master's death. It's a pity that good people don't live long..."

Then, the little guy talked about a lot of good deeds in the life of Master Zhao. Han Li listened carefully, and felt a little good and respect for this unmasked Master Zhao in his heart.

After a while, the two of them came to the lobby.

Outside the lobby, half-human-high baskets made of bamboo are neatly arranged, and in the baskets are cloth flowers made of white silk the size of a basin.

In the lobby, there are many worshippers. The white things that Han Li had seen in the village before, everyone was crying earth-shatteringly, and there was a lot of noise. Even if the original owner is alive, I am afraid that I never thought that these "friends" who have nothing to do with each other would have such a deep relationship with him.

And among the guests who worshiped in the Zhao Mansion, none of them cried, and they were all quiet. However, this really couldn't be said to be a weak relationship between them and Master Zhao, because Han Li saw that most of them were red-eyed.

Han Li thanked the little man who had led him here, and after receiving the three sticks of incense from the boy in charge of lighting incense in the lobby, he also followed the crowd and slowly walked towards the body.

In the center of the lobby, the first thing that catches your eye is a golden silk nanmu coffin. The coffin is beautiful and very thick, so that people cannot see the remains inside.

There were two futons in front of the coffin, and on one of the futons was kneeling Zhao Mu, who was dressed in filial piety clothes. Another futon is for guests to bow down.

Between the futon and the coffin, a huge incense burner was placed, and the incense for worship was almost filled with incense.

Han Li knelt on the futon, worshipped, inserted the incense behind the incense burner, and took out the bundled bouquet of white chrysanthemums from his bosom and placed it beside the incense burner.

"Senior brother, mourning." Han Li said softly, and when he was about to leave, Zhao Mu, who had been motionless before, seemed to suddenly come back to life...