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Chapter 584: A Funeral Without Tears (2)

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    late at night.

    "boom!"

    The huge shadow hit the white-painted brick wall, and was sunken more than half a meter deep, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. There was nothing but a faint smell of blood and the torn apart sunken wall.

    Wu Shan followed him into this dead-end alley, as if he was looking for something everywhere, a little neon light came out from behind him.

    Suddenly, he raised his head, and in the deep night sky, a white boutonniere loomed.  Between Wu Shan's palms, blue and white silk-like rays of light lingered.  Followed by a knee bow, he jumped into the air at a height of more than 20 meters.  Grabbing a section of twisted air with his right hand, he pulled it down forcefully.

    The invisible shock spread, and the lights of thousands of houses in the bustling urban area were extinguished at a speed visible to the naked eye. The harsh electronic sound made pedestrians a few streets away couldn't help but cover their ears.

    After a muffled sound,

    Wu Shan fell to the ground in a mass of colorless objects, filled with dust, the man's facial features were gradually revealed, blood oozing from his forehead.

    "Give me the boutonniere."

    Wu Shan said coldly.

    Although the man was embarrassed, there was still a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "If Zhao Jianzhong's rules are not still there, but in the Yan Fu incident, do you think you can catch me?"

    Wu Shan raised his fist, and the silky smooth light turned into crimson, and then slammed it on the man's face, with the sound of bursting flames, cracks were densely covered in the surrounding asphalt road.

    "If it were the Yanfu incident, I would have killed you long ago. Bring it here!"

    Blood and green smoke filled the air together, Wu Shan squinted his eyes, aware of the sharp danger like a needle prick.

    The man under his fist lowered his tone, and he said faintly:

    "Picking the boutonniere will sooner or later disqualify you from acting as an agent, and the worst thing you can do is lose your qualification if you harm the innocent. I'd like to see who of us can kill the other!"

    After finishing speaking, a series of black incantations sprang up from the man's neck, and the heavy breath made the surrounding broken stones tremble endlessly.

    The veins on Wu Shan's face burst out faintly: "You are looking for death and don't drag me."

    After all, the white, green, blue, red, and yellow lights began to flash behind him alternately

    ten minutes later.

    A black Santana was blocking the front of the alley, with the windows down, and inside was a man with shawl hair and sunglasses.

    Wu Shan came out of the alley, clutching a corsage that was trembling by the wind in his hand, half of his face was occupied by twisting spells, looking extremely terrifying.

    He opened Sharoufa's car door and sat in, making Sharoufa gasp in admiration.

    "Meng Ji is considered a good player in Yan Zhaohui, but I didn't expect to fall into your hands."

    The beast, whose shape is like a leopard, has a white body, and its name is Mengji-

    "Shan Hai Jing Bei Shan Jing Juan"

    "I don't have the bad habit of picking soft persimmons."

    After Wu Shan finished speaking, he looked at the dark alley, and suddenly he laughed and said, "They are all ten masters. Zhu Jiuyin told us to fight, and Zhao Jianzhong told us not to fight too hard. How can we keep our hands? Why don't the two of them fight by themselves?"  Let’s fight first, we’ll be in the same place if we’re embarrassed.”

    "It's bound to cause problems if agents of similar strength fight wildly, but they can still handle it. If the ten masters really fight among themselves, it will be really difficult to deal with. Let's refrain from it together."

    Shawl hair looked at the spell on Wu Shan's face: "You don't seem to be in good condition. The funeral will be the day after tomorrow. Do you want me to help?"

    "It's okay, I can handle it."

    Shawlfa stepped on the gas pedal: "As you please. Oh, by the way, Teacher Zhan has something to bring to you."

    "What."

    "The one you mentioned earlier is called Li Yan, right?"

    Wu Shan was in high spirits, and the spell on his face twisted more cheerfully: "What's wrong with him?"

    "Ms. Zhan asked me to tell you, don't provoke him at this funeral."

    ""

    Wu Shan closed his eyes and remained silent.  It took a while to open my eyes: "Where is Mr. Zhan?"

    "He doesn't have time to see you right now."

    Santana turned a corner and disappeared into the vast night.

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    October 19th, cloudy.

    Luoyang funeral home

    "Comrade? Comrade?"

    The man looked away from the words "civil administration is for the people, and civil administration loves the people".  A pair of dim eyes fixed on the undertaker in front of him.

    He looked to be in his fifties, ?He has obvious mottled white hair on his temples, sharp eyebrows and nose, chapped and white lips, and is wearing a clean old Zhongshan suit, with a stern look in his gray eyes that should not be approached by strangers.

    "Please show me the death certificate and ID card of the deceased."

    "oh."

    The man fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while, then passed it to the funeral director.

    "This ID card has expired."

    Hearing this, the man's gray eyes widened a little, and he pursed his mouth to look at the crumpled and faded card in the funeral director's hand.  On it was a man whose face could not be seen clearly, and the word "Qin An" was written in the column of his name.

    "I haven't made it up, please help me."

    "Thiswe have rules and regulations."

    The man was silent for a while.

    After a long time, he choked out another sentence: "Please help."

    "" The other party reluctantly nodded.  "All right, I'll give you a try."

    "Thanks."

    "Okay, wait a minute, comrade, what's your last name?"

    "The surname is Zhuo."

    "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

    "Friend. He has no immediate family."

    "Is the mourning hall set up in the funeral parlor?"

    "yes."

    "It's okay, when will you pick up the body?"

    "If there is no body, we will set up a clothes grave."

    "Ah, good. So, where is the burial?"

    "Beimang Cemetery."

    After tossing about for more than two hours, the sky was already bright, and the man walked out of the funeral home alone holding a black and white portrait. In the photo was a young man with a classic mid-length hair in the 1990s and a smile on his face.

    A long queue of red flag cars drove from across the road and stopped in front of the man.

    Su Ling, Zhan Yuejin, Si Wenji and a group of people got out of the car. They were all wearing black uniforms with solemn expressions.

    Zhao Jianzhong didn't get out of the car, but raised his face, and looked at the old man holding the portrait in the back seat of the car.

    "Brother Nine."

    Zhan Yuejin stepped forward and took the photo from the man.

    "Um."

    Si Wenji stood behind Zhan and lowered her head slightly: "Brother Ninth."

    "Um."

    "Get in the car"

    While speaking, Zhan Yuejin turned sideways.

    The man shook his head.  : "You are crowded in the car, and the old man and I will take one."

    Zhan Yuejin quickly glanced into the man's eyes, then nodded.  Si Wenji licked her lips, but said nothing.

    "Yuejin, don't think about it too much. Let Xiaoan do the funeral first, and talk about the rest later."

    "knew."

    Zhan Yuejin lowered his head.

    Having said that, the man got into Zhao Jianzhong's car.

    The pride in the driver's seat said with a side face: "Mr. Zhuo is good."

    "Hello."

    After finishing speaking, Zhu Jiuyin turned her head, bowed her head to Zhao Jianzhong and said, "I'm back."

    "Just come back. I will ask someone to watch over the decoration of the mourning hall. Let's go back to the hotel first."

    "good."

    The motorcade restarted, and two old men with very different temperaments sat together.  Like a majestic lacquer painting.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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