All of a sudden, my pupils narrowed to the extreme and then dilated to the point of bulging with a snap of my fingers, and my head quickly deflected and shot in all directions.
There was a large, dark crowd, and I lowered my gaze, specifically looking for people in wheelchairs.
However, I found nothing.
Just when I couldn't help but want to leave the mourning hall, a cold female voice came from behind: "It's really unruly. Did you call Mr. Cao's name too?"
I turned my head and looked back, and my eyes met the other person's.
In an instant, four words came to my mind.
As graceful as a startled dragon!
The girl in front of me looks very young, and her true age cannot be seen from her appearance.
Her eyebrows are like floating smoke, like a girl in her prime.
Her eyes are as beautiful as the most beautiful full moon in mid-autumn last month, like a young woman who has experienced the vicissitudes of the world.
That kind of graceful and stunning beauty, unearthly and noble, is astonishing to heaven and earth.
However, this woman's eyes were very cold.
"I'm sorry. Who do you admire?"
The woman didn't even look at me, straightened her belt and said, "It has nothing to do with you."
The woman's voice is very distinctive and penetrating.
It is a sound that is clearly heard by the ears, but it can penetrate the heart.
I said softly: "Mr. Cao Shicheng, my dear friend, knows me very well."
"Oh? How familiar are you?"
Not only did the man on the other side have a cold voice, but he also looked dismissive of me.
I said quietly: "Very familiar."
"Yeah?"
The woman retracted her hands and glanced at me with a cold expression: "Then why don't I recognize you?"
"I have never heard my master talk about you."
"Your master? Cao Shicheng?"
"Yes. My master. Cao Shicheng. What do you have to say?"
My eyes condensed and I looked at Cao Shicheng's female apprentice: "I have nothing to say. Cao Shicheng, is he okay?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
The woman in a long black dress tilted her head slightly and said arrogantly: "There is no Cao Shicheng in this world."
The woman's words were like five thunderbolts hitting my head, blowing me to pieces.
Past events emerge from the depths of my memory like a slideshow, frame by frame, all about the past of Cao Shicheng and me.
"Cao Shicheng is dead?"
"Yes. Dead."
I was in a daze and spoke softly based on my instinct: "How did you die?"
The voice of the woman in the black dress was as cold as the snow on the night I dug up Yue Wei's burial site in the cold winter last year: "You will die when it's time to die."
As she said that, the woman in the black dress glanced at me lightly, with no trace of emotion on her cold and cold face. She tiptoed to the left and watched the wreaths and elegiac couplets side by side.
My mind was in a state of confusion. I wanted to ask questions but was forced back by the cold and cold attitude of the woman in the black dress who refused me thousands of miles away. I forcibly held back and turned around and walked out of the mourning hall.
In just a few days, I experienced the deaths of Mu Degang and Shi Lao.
Today, when Mr. Shi was about to be cremated, I heard the news that Cao Shicheng was gone.
Mu Degang's death left me with lingering fear, Shi Lao's death left me with endless regrets, and Cao Shicheng's death brought me indescribable pain and sorrow, pain and hurt.
"Old man Cao, have a good trip."
"The female apprentice you took on is cooler, cooler, and more like you than you."
Thinking silently in my mind, I took a deep breath, gathered away all my emotions, and stretched out my right hand to the first arriving guest.
Mr. Shi was a member of the secret front, so those who came to attend his memorial service were all people with special status.
What is rare is that the most senior member of Tianjian Zhengte is also present today.
Behind them is Suo Jialin, the person in charge of the Shen Bureau.
After that, it was Luo Ting and Lao Dao.
Mr. Lao Dao is just me
Jing shook hands and walked aside, looking rather sloppy and absent-minded.
Even though Luo Sloppy was wearing a suit for the first time today, he still had the stinky look of a country boy with muddy legs.
When talking to me, Luo Ting was hesitant and hesitant to speak, as if he was suffering from constipation.
After holding it in for a long time and brewing for a long time, Luo Sugao was interrupted by others as soon as he said two words.
Luo Sloppy, who was furious, turned around and was about to glare at the person, but he suddenly shrank to the side, giving himself a small contest of neither lightness nor severity.
The people who come here are untidy and untidy.
Not to mention Luo Sloppy, who can't be offended even by the old man from the Tianjian Zhengte.
"Xiao Tingzi, aren't you digging Sanxingdui? Why are you here?"
"I'm here to see you off, see Mr. Shi off."
"I heard that seeds were dug up at Sanxingdui?"
"Nothing. If we want to dig out the seeds, I must notify you as soon as possible."
"It's best this way."
Tianyi’s giant, Lao Chenpi, pointed at Luo’s sloppy thorn without any politeness and yelled: “If I find out that I dug out the seeds and don’t report it, you know what the consequences will be.”
Turning around, Old Chen Pi scolded the old man from Tianjian Zhengte again.
"Why didn't your Heavenly Prison report to me the new Solo Forest discovered on the Tea Horse Road?"
"Te Laoyi, you have been chasing UFOs every day, and you have destroyed the bald cedars in the Caiyun Old Forest. When will it be replaced?"
Tianjian Zheng and Te Laoyi only reviewed and guaranteed to Lao Chenpi, not daring to be dissatisfied at all.
After teaching two Sun-level giants a lesson, Old Chen Pi slowly turned his head and looked at me: "Is there someone sleeping on top of you?"
When these words came out, the old Tianjian Zhengte and Luo Sloppy Old Dao next to him were all stunned.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean? How can you be the sword holder of Fangzhou if there is no one on top?"
I immediately rolled my eyes.
The four big guys next to them pursed their lips in amusement.
I couldn't afford to offend the big man Tianyi in front of me, so I blinked at Ye Buyi and asked Ye Buyi to lead Old Chen Pi into the mourning hall.
However, Lao Chenpi stayed where he was and kept talking to me: "Logically speaking, with your qualifications, even if Dawotang achieves unparalleled achievements, you still can't be the sword holder of Fangzhou. "
I lowered my head and said coldly: "Tell Mr. Chen. What do you think of Baijiao Sandbank?"
