Mourning, white horse.

The crowd in mourning clothes lined up in two lines, following the requiem flag in front of them and flowing slowly.

In this world, the life and death of most people are nothing more than sacrifices, or horse leather shrouds, or wild dogs biting, and finally rotting next to the mud in a ditch.

Only people like Meng Sinian seem to be worthy of burial.

The sky was overcast, but thankfully no rain fell.

Ordinary people crowded into the eternal city, holding their heads and following their eyes until they reached the invisible distance.

Under the protection of Moyutang, the people can work happily and live in peace, and there is some sadness about Meng Sinian's long death.

In the north of the eternal city, there is a vast mountain, the people here are called "Tian'an", the mountainside towers nine optimus rock columns, the land of blessings, except for the third hall master who has no bones, the meritorious personnel of the Moyu Hall are probably buried here.

Luo Sibing's beautiful eyes have been soaked in tears, and the decisive and strong iceberg beauty in the hearts of others has not been seen for a few days, and she has become haggard, and she can't help but have the idea of care.

The early death of her parents made Luo Sibing lose her arms since she was a child, and she often snuggled under her grandfather's knees, so that she finally gained some warmth. That day, I looked at Meng Sinian in the hut without breathing, from his forehead to his toes, every muscle of Luo Sibing was shivering, and after a few steps quietly, he really used his strength to resist, and fell down beside Meng Sinian, tears took over his eyes and cheeks in an instant.

The incessant sobbing seemed to remind people that this cold-looking woman was only a twenty-four-year-old girl.

Luo Sibing's steps were shaky, and Luo Jiulang couldn't help but hold on.

Although Luo Jiulang is Luo Sibing's uncle, the two actually grew up together, so they especially understand the sadness in Luo Sibing's heart, looking at those empty eyes, the bitterness can't help but stir in his body.

Regarding Meng Sinian's death, please check it out.

Although the old man is not in good health, he is far from the time of death.

Sure enough, after some careful inspection, a delicate pinhole was found on Meng Sinian's Tianchi acupoint, and it was concluded that he had been stung to death by a quenched silver needle.

The cause of death was kept secret by Luo Jiulang, and even Luo Sibing did not tell him.

Glancing at this gloomy sky, Luo Jiulang was anxious.

His life is unrestrained and unrestrained, and under Luo Sibing's plea, he only served as a chief accountant, and he lacked interest in fighting for power.

But in broad daylight, someone sneaked into the inner mansion of Moyu Hall to poison the previous hall master, and the subordinate he had always relied on was accused of being a spy of other gangs, Luo Jiulang knew that he couldn't stir up the wind and rain, but he couldn't do it without getting wet.

A group of people walked out of the city, stepping on the green gray cold soil, and walked towards Tian'an Mountain for half an hour.

Suddenly, the earthquake trembled.

Mu Li, the owner of the five-room house who followed closely behind the two, took the lead in turning around, and saw black smoke billowing from a hundred feet away.

The fourth-room owner, Du Bazhi's fingerless hand, clenched tightly into a fist in the air.

The people who were moving forward suddenly stopped, still two long dragons, but they could list the battle to meet the enemy between the battles.

The dust is getting closer.

The galloping horse's hooves seemed to cut the distance.

Mu Li looked again, and in the dust of the servants, seven sturdy black horses carrying seven handsome men roared over.

Lu Muqing, the owner of the second room, only stared at Luo Sibing, his gaze did not move.

Liang Luyu, the owner of the third room, turned around and approached the coffin, and his huge palm was placed on the coffin and never moved.

Du Bazhi's hand was still standing in mid-air, never letting go.

Mu Li walked away from the crowd, facing the rushing horses' hooves and wind.

For a time, the heavens and the earth also throbbed.

No one knows what will happen next!

No one knows what life and death will say.

And the shepherd has spoken majestically.

"Who, who!"