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Chapter 27: Burying Mr. Sun

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    It was late at night, and the moonlight was guiding them. Several servants carried a black wooden coffin and walked steadily behind Fang Lang. Taoist Mu and Songmu layman had just left.

    Lu Xiaofeng was walking at the back of the team. He had been in the world for many years, and he had long been immune to coffins.  Having seen so many dead people, he no longer has the fear he imagined, and instead becomes accustomed to it.

    The night is already dark, as thick as ink.  In the autumn wind, there are wild grasses, dead poplar trees, and a bright moon like an ice disk has just risen, illuminating the gloomy and desolate wine cellar. No one can be seen, not even ghosts.

    Even if there was a ghost, he couldn't see it. Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help but shiver as she faced the autumn wind blowing against her face.  Fang Lang still walked at the front of the team calmly.

    When I looked at this place in the afternoon, I didnĄŻt think it was so deserted. Now when I look at the white wooden door, I feel a little scared.  However, the person lying inside was his friend. Even if the friendship was not deep, as long as he was a friend that Lu Xiaofeng recognized, even if he became a ghost, he would not change.

    Fang Lang waved his hand, and the others immediately stopped.  This place is good. There are barren mountains outside. All we need to do is dig a hole, erect a monument, and bury the coffin in it, and that's it.

    "You guys, let's go." After saying this, Fang Lang threw a few taels of silver to a few servants.  As long as he and Lu Xiaofeng finish the rest, these people can't help much.

    The two exchanged glances, and Lu Xiaofeng pushed the door open and entered.  The old and heavy wooden door made a "squeaking" sound, which seemed particularly desolate in this silent night.

    Mr. Sun was still lying there quietly, his face completely black.  It seemed that the blood had begun to coagulate, and his eyes were still wide open, still retaining the frightened look he had before his death.

    Lu Xiaofeng reached out and caressed Mr. Sun's face, and finally her unwilling eyes finally closed.  Fang Lang was waiting outside. This place was not actually very safe, otherwise he wouldn't have to die here.

    Lu Xiaofeng didnĄŻt mean to dislike him at all and carried him on his back.  He was not heavy when he was alive, and after his death his weight dropped by a large proportion due to the loss of his blood. Lu Xiaofeng almost suspected that he was carrying a paper man.

    Fang Lang raised his hand, and even though he was naked, the lid of the coffin had been lifted up by a strong internal force.  Lu Xiaofeng took advantage of the situation and put the person in. Unexpectedly, the size was just right, as if it was tailor-made for him.

    Fang Lang looked at it with satisfaction. He was not very good in life, but he must have a comfortable place after death.  Lu Xiaofeng wanted to step forward and close the coffin lid, but Fang Lang waved his hand and solved the problem.

    The two of them worked together to find a place that was considered good according to Feng Shui and buried Master Sun in it.  In fact, these things could have been done after dawn, but Fang Lang didn't like to leave things until tomorrow.

    ?????????????????? Who can dig a hole and bury someone in the middle of the night without changing his face or heartbeat, IĄŻm afraid they are the only two people in front of me.  However, Lu Xiaofeng didn't feel afraid because Master Sun was her friend.

    Fang Lang, on the other hand, didn't pay attention to this matter at all. He hasn't found anyone to settle the score about the coffin yet!  Even though Lu Xiaofeng had already chopped down the two unsightly mahogany pavilions.

    However, Fang Lang always felt that that person would take action.  On September 15th, the day of the decisive battle, something will definitely happen!

    However, during this period of time, there are all kinds of rumors in the world, and there are all kinds of rumors.  The two are at odds with each other, setting up traps for each other, and doing whatever it takes to become famous.

    ItĄŻs just that rumors stop at the wise.  He has no control over what others say, nor does he want to, as long as it doesn't touch his bottom line.  However, it was obvious that the matter of the coffin was already on his mind.

    After the matter here was over, Fang Lang and Lu Xiaofeng returned to the inn where they had stayed.  Of course, no one will give them six doors at this time, but that doesnĄŻt mean they canĄŻt get in.

    Both of them used their Qinggong skills and jumped in from their respective windows.  Fang Lang had a sleepless night, and the touch on his fingertips was still fresh in his memory. This feeling of being provoked was infinitely amplified in this silent night.

    Lu Xiaofeng fell into sleep as soon as he touched the pillow. Everything that happened today has made it impossible for him to think about anything.  IĄŻd better recharge my batteries, IĄŻll think about it when I feel better tomorrow.

    "Moreover, I have an appointment with a beautiful woman tomorrow, how can I look so tired?"  He is still very interested in beauties.  Mr. Sun's death may be a relief for him, because after all, he is destined to be unsuccessful in his life.

    On the second day, Mu Dao, a Gusong layman, came to the inn where they were staying early. Now everyone in the capital was talking about Ye Gucheng's injury, and the stakes on Fang Lang suddenly??It has increased a lot.

    Originally, they shouldnĄŻt care so much about the affairs of secular people.  But no matter where I go, the names of these two people are always in my ears. Even if I can't ask them, I still know more or less about the status of the betting market.

    As soon as it dawned, Fang Lang opened his eyes on time.  The first ray of sunshine in the morning shone unstintingly on the early riser, and he barely slept throughout the night.

    I always have a vague feeling in my heart that the death of Mr. Sun and the mahogany coffin with his name engraved on it must have been made by the same person.  But, who does this and for what purpose?  !

    ItĄŻs either money or love.  The latter is more complicated. There can be many kinds of emotions. Hate is a kind of emotion, jealousy is a kind of emotion, and resentment is also a kind of emotion.  If it was just for money, then things would be much simpler.

    Ą° But if itĄŻs for personal grudges, itĄŻs not that simple.  Problems that money can solve are not problems, but the most complicated thing about people is their feelings. Once anything is related to feelings, it is not something that can be explained clearly.

    "I didn't expect Lu Xiaofeng to wake up so early today. As soon as Fang Lang came downstairs, he saw him sitting with Mu Taoist Gu Song, and they looked like they were having a great time chatting with each other.

    Fang Lang walked over slowly, and the waiter immediately brought him a pair of bowls and chopsticks.  At this time, it was still early and there were not many people in the inn.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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