Around Hong Fan, who had been talking loudly before, praying together, and even Hong Fu, who had only come to the table for a long time, had red eyes and cried.

It's as if you can't prove your sincerity to Xingjun.

In the midst of the continuous sobbing, Hong Fan, who had no sadness, actually felt that his nose was sour.

[Human beings are indeed social animals. 】

He lowered his head slightly to hide his misfits, thinking to himself.

When the four high-level horsemen passed by, Hong Fan raised his head a few more points and looked at the hearse pulled by the four horses.

But the hearse was uncovered.

The body of black lacquered ebony is covered with several layers of purple velvet (velvet).

The body of the Amazing Sand Star Monarch wore a golden crown on his head, armor, and dragon pattern gold silk, and lay flat on it.

His eyes fell on Xingjun's remains, and with just one glance, Hong Fan couldn't help but be surprised.

This turned out to be a dried corpse!

The hair is completely lost, and the muscles are contractures, revealing the hideous roots of the teeth......

[Suspended for a month, it won't be like this, right!? 】

Hong Fan thought about it and didn't dare to look at it again.

After the hearse, there were more than 200 strong men who had karma at a glance and walked with the car, and there were many familiar people.

[They are all warriors of each family who have followed the Sand Star Monarch to fight against the snake people. 】

At this time, the crying was surging to its peak.

Hong Fan retracted his gaze, and suddenly felt his heart feel stuffy, as if he had seen something extremely disgusting.

I just don't know if it's the golden-crowned corpse on display on the purple velvet, or the dense crying damp souls around it.

The hearse passed slowly, and it was just three o'clock in the afternoon.

Hong Fan's eyes suddenly darkened.

It's like a tengu that swallows the sun in one gulp.

He suddenly looked up, and saw the clouds in the sky rolling violently, suppressing downward, and hanging upside down like an angry sea.

Just as Hong Fan was stunned, on the hearse that passed in front of him, a golden light suddenly rushed into the sky from the eyebrows of Xingjun's corpse and shot into the sea of clouds.

In an instant, the brilliance bloomed from behind the clouds, lighting up the black cloud city brightly.

Between heaven and earth, it seems to have gone a flicker.

The bright light is sprinkled all over, and all things are plated with gold.

Before Hong Fan could react, the golden light that had just rushed into the heavenly dome re-entered the mortal world and shot towards him.

"Clams?"

The golden light entered his body, and Hong Fan gasped violently in fright.

But he glanced left and right and saw that the people around him were unaware.

His abnormality is only regarded as excessive grief by others.

[The scene just now, is it a hallucination? 】

Hong Fan lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows, and quietly pressed his chest and lower abdomen to make sure that there was no change in his body.

After a short time, the hearse procession slowly moved away.

The cry followed unexpectedly.

Hong Fu wiped away his tears three times and divided them by two, and secretly gave Hong Fan a thumbs up.

is probably praising his outstanding performance that has just been suffocating.

On Anning Street, although the children of each family accepted their cries, they still waited solemnly.

The etiquette is not over yet.

It wasn't until a long time later that the arrows screeched again in the east, and everyone loosened.

At this point, the hearse stepped out of Jinhai City and will travel all the way east, heading to Shenjing.

"Alright, Brother Fan, we can go home and wait for the feast."

Hong Fu patted the long shirt on his body and shook off a lot of dust.

Jinhai City is next to the sea of sand, and the wind and sand are not small in all seasons.

Hong Fan nodded, and also pretended that nothing happened.

The two found a less crowded alley and walked together to the southwest of the city.

That's the direction of Hongfu.

Turning two street corners, as the surroundings quieted down, they heard the sound of fluttering singing in the alley in the distance.

"The sky is sad at dusk, and the elegy is out of the heavy building;

Who's white crane car, send you into the secluded tour. ”

The song is gentle and mournful, and it disperses with the wind.

Walking to the entrance of the alley, Hong Fan turned his head to look, because the distance was still far away, he couldn't see it really, but he saw a red lantern swaying in the wind in the dimness.

"It's Yanliu Lane over there, and it's all a singer's business."

Hong Fu explained casually.

"When the Xingjun hearse is still there, they don't deserve to make a sound."

Hong Fan nodded, his footsteps did not stop.

To his ears, the spontaneous poignant send-off songs of these singers were more sincere than the sorrows of the children of the families just now.

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The banquet of the Hong Mansion is beginning at six o'clock in the evening.

Under the arrangement of the eldest lady, the mansion is completely different from usual.

Every piece of the roof was replaced, and the pillars were wiped spotlessly.

Freshly waxed round tables and wooden chairs are placed in the courtyard and illuminated by plain lanterns under the eaves of the surrounding porches.

All kinds of gorgeous and exquisite, just to let people know at a glance the dignity of the Hong family in Jinhai.

By the time Hong Fan and Hong Phuc arrived, the guests had already filled half of the outside seats.

The courtyard was full of people, and many people were full of oil, and they couldn't see the sadness of the funeral in the afternoon.

Hong Fan was not surprised.

Tao Qian's poems about white things have been familiar to him since he was a child.

[They have always given each other away, and each returned to his home.

Relatives or remnants of sorrow, others have also sang. 】

Hong Fan swept his eyes and saw that many children of the Hong family looked restrained, but they couldn't help but feel a little high-spirited.

Soon, he understood the reason from the sporadic conversations.

There are a total of three innate level masters in Jinhai City.

As soon as the leader of the Shocking Sha Xingjun went, the title of the number one in the golden sea fell to Hong Jian, the patriarch of the Hong family - this Hong Jian is the biological father of the person who wears Hong Fan's soul.

[This person thinks about it, and it's the same for changing the world......]

Hong Fan said silently.

The banquet is divided into two parts: inside and outside.

About 20 tables were placed in the main hall of the second entrance, serving real distinguished guests.

The dozens of tables outside are flowing water seats without a scheduled seat.

Hong Fan Hongfu and the others picked a table where most of them were outsiders and sat down, and after greeting the people at the same table, they also feasted.

Although it was a second-class table, the dozen or so dishes on the table were very solid.

White-cut chicken, duck soup, beef and mutton......

There are even two plates of freshwater fish and shrimp.

The meat that Aunt Liu exchanged for a brocade headscarf before is a full stomach, where can it compare to today's abundance?

Hong Fan, who can only eat half full every day for the past three days, is not reserved, and he eats as soon as he throws off his arms.

However, in addition to gluttony, he has always paid some attention in the direction of the main hall.

Ever since the dinner began, there have been many distinguished guests coming and going.

Just gnawed down on a chicken leg, Hong Fan saw the chief housekeeper of the Hong Mansion half-bowing his head, leading several nobles in official uniforms and accompanying ladies in.

At the entrance of the main hall, a graceful woman dressed in a costume and wearing a golden hairpin was accompanied by a tall young man, walking out quickly to greet her.

A touch of uncontrollable hatred immediately rose in Hong Fan's heart.

He knew immediately that the woman was the author of his present predicament.

Hong Jian's wife, Mrs. Hongfu.

And the young man with a heroic face next to her is Hong Fan's nominal brother and the head of the Hong family, Hong Sheng.

PS: Is there a space in the middle of the dash (——) when you read the book?