Looking at the city from afar, Fuwei dart game.

Zhao does not regret the first seven, the clouds are sinking and the wind is low.

On this day, many martial arts people from Qingliang Mansion rushed here.

On the one hand, it is for the sake of the face of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, and on the other hand, many people are also very concerned about this kind of major event.

After all, killing such a talented genius would greatly increase one's reputation, and everyone was unwilling to let go of such an opportunity.

And Lu Zhen also spent money to get an identity and came to Zhao Buregret's mourning hall.

It can be said that the Fuwei dart game has not been so lively for many years, and this time it was because of the death of a semicolon chief darthead, I have to say, this is a kind of sadness.

But Lu Zhen didn't pay attention to how the first seven did it, but looked for someone in the crowd, a person who really felt very sad about Zhao Buregret's death.

You must know that the warriors who came here, although they all talked about it as if they were mourning, they were actually pretending.

But among the people present, Lu Zhen was sure that there must be someone who was just coming to see on the surface, but in fact he was more uncomfortable than anyone present.

Half an hour later, Lu Zhen finally noticed that in the crowd, there was an inconspicuous cripple, if this person was not lame, I am afraid that the people around him would not notice him.

Lu Zhen immediately found a person from the Fuwei Dart Bureau, pointed to the lame man in the distance, and asked in a low voice: "Friend, let me ask, what is the origin of that cripple?

Lu Zhen said, secretly stuffing a silver ticket to a person from the Fuwei Dart Bureau who happened to pass in front of him.

The other party looked down and saw that it was one hundred taels, and immediately smiled at Lu Zhen, "This son, you don't know, this lame man said that Zhao Buregret saved his life at the beginning, although he has no ability, but I heard that our Zhao Dart head died, I still want to come and see it, go to a stick of incense." ”

Lu Zhen nodded, looking at the lame man who had been looking at Zhao Buregret's mourning hall in a daze.

On this day, there have been people coming and going to incense Zhao Buregret.

But the lame man had not moved before, and it was not until noon that the Fuwei Dart Bureau arranged for the guests who came today to eat, and the lame man walked towards the mourning hall with a cane.

Lu Zhen also walked in the direction of the mourning hall.

Seeing Lu Zhen coming, the people around him did not stop him, Lu Zhen was dressed in a black brocade suit, and at first glance he was the son of a certain martial arts family, as for the lame, before he got close, he was stopped by the people of the Fuwei Dart Bureau.

"Cripple, it would be nice to let you in, is this the place where you can come in?"

The lame man lowered his head and said while coughing: "Zhao Darttou has a life-saving grace for me, please, let me go to a stick of incense, and I will leave after the lame man finishes it." ”

But the people around the Fuwei Dart Bureau didn't want this cripple to enter the mourning hall, the clothes on this cripple's body were dirty and torn, and the crutches were also hastily cut from thick trees.

At this time, Lu Zhen on the side spoke: "Since Zhao Buregret is your savior, presumably he also hopes to see you live well." ”

Hearing that the son of the family had spoken, the people in the dart bureau let the lame man in.

The cripple nodded at Lu Zhen, thanking him.

Then the two of them came to the mourning hall one after the other, and someone handed Lu Zhen incense, but Lu Zhen didn't take it.

On the contrary, the lame man who walked behind came to the side by himself to get the incense and order it himself.

Lu Zhen came to Zhao Buregret's coffin, just stood there with his hands behind his back, looked at Zhao Buregret's coffin, and didn't speak for a long time.

The people around him didn't know what was going on with this black-clothed man, but looking at his appearance, it seemed that he was a little difficult to mess with, and besides, there were many big names and heirs of big names in the Fuwei Dart Game today, so they didn't dare to say anything about people like Lu Zhen who they didn't know but felt very status.

It was the lame man on the side, after the incense, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed nine times in a row to Zhao Buregret in the coffin.

Lu Zhen even noticed that when the lame man kowtowed, tears fell to the ground.

Maybe the tears of other people when they came to the mourning hall to offer incense were fake, and crying loudly was just a show, but this cripple was really heartbroken.

Many people from the Fuwei Dart Bureau on the side couldn't help but sigh.

Zhao Buregret has dedicated his life to the Fuwei Dart Game, but in the end, how many people care?

On the other hand, a lame man like a beggar on the side of the road knows more than many of them what it means to be grateful.

After the cripple kowtowed, he raised his sleeve and grabbed it, nodded lightly from the corner of his eye, and wiped his tears.

Suddenly, Lu Zhen next to him spoke: "You say, this Zhao does not regret it, is it a good person or a bad person?"

"Nature is a good person. ”

The lame man, who had not yet gotten up from the ground, said hoarsely.

The people around the Fuwei Dart Bureau suddenly felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Before, the man in black entered the mourning hall without saluting or offering incense, which made them feel that something was wrong, and now what did he mean by this.

Lu Zhen smiled coldly, "Cripple, you said he was a good person, then he was a good person, why was he killed by his own closed disciple?"

Hearing this, not only the people of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, but even many people outside the mourning hall looked here.

What is this person going to do?

Zhao Buregret's first seven, do you dare to make trouble?

The lame man tried to stand up with his crutches, but he didn't stand up, but replied, "Perhaps, his disciple is a white-eyed wolf!"

Lu Zhen sneered, and his voice suddenly raised a few points.

"If it was really a white-eyed wolf, I'm afraid he wouldn't cry so badly in his master's mourning hall. I wouldn't rather break my leg bones and pretend to be lame to cry in order to see my master for the last time!"

Hearing this, both the people from the Fuwei Dart Bureau and the people outside the mourning hall were taken aback.

What does that mean?

Could it be that this cripple is the Lu Yunlong who killed Zhao Buregret.

Lu Yunlong slowly raised his hand, stood up on crutches, and looked at Lu Zhen.

Pull away the hair that covers your face.

At this moment, many people around recognized that this person was indeed Lu Yunlong, Zhao Buregret's closed disciple.

"Unexpectedly, I was finally recognized. It's a pity that today, I'm going to die here. ”

Lu Zhen noticed the determination in Lu Yunlong's eyes at this moment.

It is not a decision to accept fate, but a decision to be willing to sacrifice oneself for the sake of someone.

"Who killed Zhao Buregret, I'm curious. Is there anyone in this world who can make you rather die yourself than tell who the murderer is?"

"No!" Lu Yunlong almost roared, then looked at Lu Zhen in a daze, and then glanced at Zhao Buregret's coffin, "No, I did it." My master has devoted his life to the Fuwei dart game, it is me, everything is my fault. ”

Hearing this, the corners of Lu Zhen's mouth raised a touch of coldness, "Lu Yunlong, if you don't tell the truth, I'll force you to say it!"

With a whoosh, Lu Zhen's body moved, and he actually came to Zhao Buregret's coffin, blasted Zhao Buregret's coffin open with one palm, and reached out to grab the neck of Zhao Buregret's corpse.

"Lu Yunlong, I'll only give you one chance, say it, or not say it!"