A few days later, Chen Xing led a group of subordinates to hold a funeral for the black old monster.
A coffin painted black was placed on the ground, next to a rectangular grave pit. Everyone bowed their heads in silence and said their final farewells.
Pulling out the knife and "seeing the intestines", Chen Xing fell into thoughts. Looking back at the beginning, he and Old Monster Hei had gone through many things together, from enemies to friends, to teachers and disciples, and they were already close friends. But I didn't expect that life is unpredictable and I can leave as soon as I say it.
Giving a sword as a gift, turning against one another in the face of battle, and giving it to someone else with all their money is for love.
In order to find out the enemy's intelligence, it is righteous to risk one's own life.
The old monster Hei is undoubtedly a kind and righteous man.
"Woooooooo..."
The old monster Hei's daughter was crying so hard that Qin Gui patted her shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.
"Everything that passes quietly, this world has no end. Rest in peace, my best friend, my companion, my mentor, your soul will continue..."
The pastor of the only Light Church in the town, wearing thick spectacles, held the eulogy hanging to the ground and recited it in a soft voice.
"Your birth and your existence are just to convey the poem of hope until forever. I dedicate these tears to you. We will thank you for the dreams and happy days you gave me. I met you for the first time in this place until forever. I walk across that dark lawn and I feel no fear, for your soul is with me..."
Everyone chanted silently and prayed for the deceased. But at this moment, there was a sudden "pop" behind the pastor, which scared him so much that he almost rolled off the stage.
Turning around, he saw a skinny arm breaking through the coffin, scratching randomly in the air. Everyone was frightened and backed away.
"Father, father!"
The black old monster's daughter was stunned for a moment, then cried and rushed over. Qin Gui, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, quickly hugged the black old monster's daughter and prevented her from getting close to the coffin to avoid an accident.
"Let me go, my father is not dead yet, let him out quickly!"
The old monster Hei's daughter struggled, but Qin Gui refused to let go. The black old monster entrusted his daughter to him, and he could not let his old friend down.
"Crack!"
Another arm broke through the coffin, and then pulled the edge of the coffin with both hands, and a figure slowly sat up.
The corpse was resurrected, and the scene was so horrifying that except for Chen Xing and a group of subordinates, everyone else attending the funeral stepped back dozens of meters.
The person who got up from the coffin was indeed the old black monster, but his face was black and blue, and the only remaining eye was turned up, with only the white of the eye and no pupil.
The old black monster waved his arms unconsciously and made a muddy sound in his throat. The eyes are unfocused and unfocused.
"Be careful, he is no longer the old ghost we knew!" Qin Gui said loudly, as if he had expected it. "He has the bloodline of a mysterious corpse. He once told me that he might transform into a corpse after his death."
Just as he was talking, "Old Black Monster" seemed to sense something, twisted his neck, stretched his arms, and stumbled towards Qin Gui and his daughter.
"Let me go, my father, he won't hurt me!" The black old monster's daughter cried, wanting to return to her father.
Qin Gui looked hesitant and didn't know whether to let go or not. At this moment, the old black monster, which was approaching several meters away, let out a strange cry, turned around and ran away.
Chen Xing hesitated for a few seconds, but finally did not chase after him, watching the old black monster disappear into the endless wasteland.
He had a similar experience. When self-awareness disappears, the body will be occupied by another soul.
Perhaps, this is the best ending for everyone. It is better to become a mysterious corpse than to die. Maybe one day the black monster will rekindle the fire of his soul and return to everyone again.
A few days after the assassination incident, the remote town returned to its former peace.
That afternoon, Chen Xing was resting on a beach chair by the swimming pool. Jian Yue Canglian was sitting on a square stool, wearing a swimsuit and holding a fan in both hands to fan his owner. Ye Qian and Li Mei stood behind them, also wearing swimsuits, with their hands folded flat on their lower abdomens, looking like they were waiting for orders.
If you are used to a life of fighting and killing, it is also a good choice to relax once in a while.
The picture is leisurely and comfortable, full of the laziness of holiday afternoons and the charm of the decadent life of aristocrats, making people unable to help but twitch their eyelids and yawn incessantly.
"water……"
Chen Xing said lazily, as if he was about to expire after a long journey in the desert.
The two maids behind him heard it and immediately took a glass jug and water glass from the small refrigerator next to it. There were two thin slices of lemon floating in the glass pot. One of them poured water, and the other held the cup with both hands. They quickly poured the water, put the straw on, inserted the fresh lemon slices on the rim of the cup, and brought it to the owner with both hands.
Chen Xing straightened up slightly, perhaps because he was too lazy and seemed a little strenuous. Li Mei quickly stepped forward to hold his neck, her lips gradually touched the straw, she took a few sips and then lay back down. At this moment, he was like an old man over eighty years old lying in a hospital bed. His whole body was so limp that it would be an exaggeration to say that he was a pile of mud.
What is enjoyment? This is enjoyment.
Nap by the swimming pool, artificial natural wind, artificial automatic water dispenser.
Chen Xing looked around, looking from the cool swimsuit to the rippling water to the pretty face...
He couldn't help but think of the scene in The Romance of the Three Kingdoms when Dong Zhuo entered Beijing. If the place was bigger, there were more women, and the water in the swimming pool was replaced by fine wine, could the scene of that year be recreated?
Wine pool and meat forest, drunken life and dream of death.
He quickly gave up this idea. If he really wanted to achieve this, his wealth would have to be at least a hundred times greater than it is now. But it's not impossible. If it hadn't been ruined by that bitch Aqiaomu, he would have a maid team now.
While he was thinking wildly, Old K, who went to Longshi Town to investigate the news, came back.
"Master, what you asked me to investigate has come to light..." Old K reported the assassin's situation to Chen Xing.
The three of them are all vassals of the Principality of Silver Claw, known as the "Iron Triangle", namely Wu Hai of the Galaxy Railroad, Ruth the Harp of Heaven, and Zhu Zexi the Assassin Snake Spirit.
"If my subordinates guessed correctly, it must have been ordered by Marquis Wei Haitang."
"It's really haunting!"
Chen Xing punched the armrest so hard that the beach chair almost fell apart.
"Damn Mr. Wei, you actually caused me to lose one of my generals!" Perhaps because he was too involved in the drama, Chen Xing thought he was Dong Zhuo for a while.
"My lord, please calm down, that Wei Haitang is just a grasshopper after the autumn, and can only jump around for a few days." Ye Qian was the smartest, following Chen Xing's words and comforting her. I have to say that this little maid knows how to please her master.
"One day, I will make him pay a heavy price!" After throwing these harsh words, Chen Xing leaned back and squinted his eyes to fall asleep.
What he was thinking about at this moment was not how to make Wei Haitang pay the price, but where to run to be safer.
Staying in Orchid Town is definitely not a long-term solution. This time we have three big guards, and next time we will be the lords.
It's not that he is timid and afraid of trouble. Let him, a small town mayor, find trouble with the principal of the principality. His head is not that strong. In addition, Lacey's side also looks like a sharp sword is hanging over her head, and she doesn't know when it will be cut off.
Those who understand current affairs are heroes. The most important thing now is not revenge, but how to improve strength, expand power, and make a fortune silently...
