It rained before dawn, dispersing the moist heat in the air.

The early morning mist lingers between the cliffs, blocking the noisy sound of the tide.

Ji Jue, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of driving in the mountains. When he opened his eyes and walked towards the door, he saw Lao Tang standing there.

There was also a middle-aged and elderly man in a black suit who handed over a letter and then turned and left without even looking at the bodies on both sides that had not yet been buried.

Gone.

"Who?" Ji Jue asked.

"...Lei Yaoxing's people." Lao Tang looked at the things in his hands with a complicated expression.

"Come to collect the corpse?"

"It is true that we are talking about something related to collecting corpses, but what we are collecting is not the corpses here." Lao Tang handed the things over, "You can see for yourself."

Ji Jue took it in his hand. The two thin cards looked like some kind of notice. Different from the wedding invitations, the pure white cards were elegant and simple, with a faint water print printed on them.

It was a funeral note.

"Test the thunder martial arts first..."

After Ji Jue read the beginning and then looked at the signature, Lei Yaoxing suddenly realized: "Lao Deng finally breathed his last?"

After lingering for more than half a month, he finally kicked off his old leg and left a mess, and then he died happily.

Why do you, an old man, catch up with all the good things in the world?

However, at this critical moment of the funeral... Ji Jue instinctively felt something bad.

After Lei Wuye's death, so many "relatives and friends" during his lifetime may have received funeral invitations. Whether it was due to feelings, etiquette, their own situation, or even plans for the future, they may have to come forward to pay a visit.

In other words, this funeral may become the first meeting between all members of Yacheng Huangji after more than a week of life and death.

"This is a meeting." He sighed suddenly.

It was obviously Lei Wuye's funeral, but it no longer mattered whether Lei Wuye died peacefully or not.

This funeral may turn into a meeting that determines the future of the entire dark side of Yacheng - and the meeting may only have two results. Either Lei Yaoxing will convince everyone with his bloody wrists, rise to the top in one fell swoop, and become the leader.

The throne of the talker. Either they break up on bad terms, go home and continue fighting with swords until there is only the last winner left.

No, if things don't go well, the funeral might not be Lei Wuye's alone. I don't know how many other people will be buried with him.

In the moment of thinking, Ji Jue felt as if he had vaguely grasped the location of some joint, but his thoughts quickly became blurry. What made him even more confused was the person invited in this mourning note...

Not Chen Xingzhou, but Chen Yubo.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call Wen Wen to inquire about the news, but the call was not connected. In do not disturb mode, only a preset text message was sent, saying that he was in a meeting and would call back later.

In fact, it didn't take long before the call came.

He didn't even wait for him to take the initiative to ask.

"Did Chen Yubo receive a funeral note?" Wen Wen asked.

"Yes." Ji Jue asked, "Do you want to take care of it?"

"It depends on you, it doesn't matter if you go or not." She said, "It's over."

"Ah?" Ji Jue was confused.

"It sounds a little complicated for a while, but you don't have to be so nervous. If you are interested, just take that silly boy Chen Yubo with you, and you can also watch the excitement."

Wen Wen didn't know what she was thinking of and sneered: "There should be people from the Security Bureau at the scene. As long as you don't run up to Lei Yaoxing and make a face, he won't be able to touch you. Don't worry."

She said: "It doesn't matter if you go, just let it start and end."

it's over?

After hanging up the phone, Ji Jue thought blankly for a long time and still couldn't find a clue, but finally decided to take a look.

Anyway, Sister Wen wouldn't kick herself into the fire pit.

Besides, after suffering so worriedly on the edge of the foggy struggle for so long, there must be an answer, right?

"Go and have a look?"

He looked at Chen Yubo, who was pale.

For a moment, Chen Yubo stopped talking, and tears fell down.

Can I not go?

Unfortunately, we can't.

And you can’t bring cats with you…

What if your cat jumps on the coffin board during the funeral and frightens Lei Wuye to death? Who will be responsible then?

In this way, after saying goodbye to the two cats with tears, Chen Yubo, who was extremely reluctant, finally got into the car at Ji Jue's urging, taking Lao Tang with him.

Although he kept saying, "Our contract doesn't include going out, so we have to pay extra!", he still followed him, muttering something like, "If I really want to do something, I'll leave immediately."

As a result, when I almost arrived at the place, I got off the car and went to the roadside to buy grilled sausages. I ate two bowls of noodle soup and three cages of shaomai in one go. My mouth was so full that my mouth was full of grease.

Squatting on the side of the road, looking at the luxury cars passing by, I sighed.

"It's so lively."

It was obvious that not long after Lei Wuye passed away, the largest funeral parlor in Yacheng had already been decorated. The scene was solemn and solemn. From the entrance, it was filled with white wreaths and all kinds of messy elegiac couplets plastered on them.

In the still light rain, someone stood at the door, handing out umbrellas to the guests.

One after another, pitch-black umbrellas were opened, and bits of raindrops were dripping brightly like dewdrops. Hundreds of umbrellas were passing by on the narrow road.

At first glance, the darkness seemed like dried blood and death flowing out of the cemetery, spreading like germs toward the cliff city at the foot of the mountain.

So solemn that it makes you laugh.

Ji Jue took a bite of a bun from a roadside stall and sighed: "It's such a shame to die in such an earth-shattering way."

"What's a pity?" Lao Tang was puzzled.

Ji Jue said, "It's a pity that I don't like black umbrellas."

We should hang some red ones. How festive and bright would that be?

After watching the excitement on the side of the road for a while, the two returned to the car and brought Chen Yubo a basket of Shaomai. Unfortunately, Chen Yubo was so frightened that he couldn't eat it at all.

At one moment, he said that even if he died, he would have the guts to die, so he had to bring a knife to fight with Lei Yaoxing. At another moment, he said that if he died, the cat would be handed over to Ji Jue, and he told him to be good to the cat.

Buy a little more cans.

After a good conversation and assurance that he would have no problem, Chen Yubo got out of the car shivering, held up an umbrella, and walked towards the farewell hall.

Unexpectedly, I saw the greeter at the door.

Lei Yaoxing.

This is the first time Ji Jue has seen the giant lord who has caused turmoil in the dark side of Yacheng these days, but he looks like a middle-aged man who can be seen everywhere, with slightly gray hair and a serious look on his face.

Somewhat warm.

He doesn't have the aura of eating ten children alive in one meal.

Even if a whole team of subordinates died in the villa last night, when he saw Chen Yubo today, he still didn't show any emotion or anger. He just looked at him carefully: "Chen Yubo?"

Chen Yubo was strong-willed, but his expression twitched and his voice trembled: "Yes."

"This is the first time we have met. I didn't expect that you and your brother are so far apart... You are a blessed person!"

Lei Yaoxing looked at him for a long time, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, today's visitor is a guest. Come in and sit down."

From beginning to end, he never looked at Ji Jue and Lao Tang behind him.

Ji Jue was also happy to be treated like air.

After the incense was burned, there were several children and an unknown young woman nearby who were wearing black veils and returning gifts. They should be relatives of Lei Wuye, but at this moment, their expressions were also vaguely panicked and uneasy, which was difficult to conceal.

In the coffin surrounded by flowers, there was an old man lying in new clothes, looking so peaceful.

After completing the process, Chen Yubo ran to the back and sat down, shrinking his head for fear that others would notice him. On the contrary, Ji Jue next to him was watching the passing crowd with interest.

Most of them are respectable people, many of whom have been seen on TV.

But after they finished offering incense, they all left in a hurry without stopping. They obviously didn't want to get involved in the life-and-death struggle within Huangji.

But many people sat down on both sides after finishing the incense, looking either solemn or solemn, or irritable and unhappy, whispering something to each other. According to their respective camps, they were near or far.

, but clearly differentiated.

Many of them had bandages or plasters on their bodies, especially the woman sitting in front of Chen Yubo. Her unhappiness was almost written on her face. She smoked regardless of the occasion and flicked the ashes as if no one else was around.

.

But that delicately maintained face was covered with a gauze eye mask.

One eye is already blind.

When she looked back at the people, Chen Yubo's head suddenly shrank even tighter. Lao Tang looked over with a blank expression, while Ji Jue was looking down at his phone, not caring.

Seeing Chen Yubo's look, she immediately curled her lips in annoyance and looked away.

On Ji Jue's screen, the scene of the cameras around the scene and even the surveillance of the intersection had already appeared. Soon, a dark car attracted his attention.

It is obviously old, but it is well maintained. The model is not an expensive brand, but can be seen everywhere. The most important thing is the logo printed on the car body.

A ring of radiance embedded in three rings.

Sogo Church?!

Obviously enjoying the special treatment, the vehicle from Sogo Church drove to the front of the farewell hall, and a slightly skinny old man stepped out. His skin was dry and full of sun marks, and he was wearing a simple black robe.

, completely without decoration.

In the Sogo Church, there is only one kind of person who dresses like this, and that is the official member who has sworn before the glory that he will not accumulate private property, seek benefits, and never actively harm others, and follow the doctrine of the glory!

But in Yacheng, there are only two or three such people...

Ji Jue's eyes widened and he finally realized that it was the elder of Chongguang Church who managed Yacheng's assets!

He was obviously surprised by the other party's visit. Even Lei Yaoxing was slightly startled, then took the initiative to greet the old man and said a few words to the old man.

After the old man entered the door, he refused the help of others, and after indifferently burning two sticks of incense, he once again refused the invitation of the emcee next to him to rest in the elegant hall next to him.

But he didn't turn around and leave.

Instead, he walked straight towards the seats on both sides and sat not far away from Ji Jue and the others under everyone's astonished gaze.

After noticing Ji Jue's stunned gaze, the old man raised his head slightly and looked over, nodded politely, and then looked away.

With his eyes lowered, he sat as calm as a mountain.

Ji Jue was stiff for a moment, and his scalp felt numb subconsciously.

Those who were unwilling to join the internal struggle in Huangji, but had to come because of their kindness, had all left after offering incense. But the elder took the initiative to stay and sit here...

Is the Sogou Church going to get involved in Huangji’s mess?!

Because there are constant feedback from readers, there are too many people in the group, and it is impossible to squeeze in. The stingy author is unwilling to open a new group, and he really can't manage it, so he patted his head with his little hand, and as soon as the idea came up, he had a convulsion, and it took a long time.

There are no bubbling group members.

Facts have proved that this is not a good idea, and it has hurt many readers who have silently subscribed. I sincerely apologize to everyone.

I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot.

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There should be another all-subscription group opened in the future, and people will no longer be purged by then (in fact, this group should also no longer be purged.)

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Chapter completed!