On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the smell of gunpowder smoke from last night's fireworks had not dissipated, and a fresh and hot smell of gunpowder smoke enveloped the entire Yanjing city again.
There was a lot of discussion among the group of landlords in the front yard.
Shang Zhongtang was the first to speak: "I was not the same person as General Xiahou in the early years. He secretly put pressure on me for several key promotions in my life, which affected my progress. It was reasonable for me not to go to his daughter's funeral. .”
"I'm not going either, haha."
As the only female host, Zhao Changying expressed her attitude.
Haha, in the eyes of many posters and deputy posters, the general meaning is: it's a good death.
"I stayed with General Xia back then. If I didn't go, someone would stab me in the back..." a certain poster said.
"I was promoted by Boss Xia..." another poster said. "Her niece passed away, and I had to go and send a wreath."
Boss Xia is none other than Xia Hou’s younger brother, Xia Chu.
The backyard is fairly well-organized... a super predator.
After a discussion, half went and half didn't go. It was very strategic and the situation reached a delicate balance.
From ancient times to the present, from pawns and traders to the top of temples, balance can often allow everyone to eat and sleep peacefully.
If it is not balanced, it will become a monster.
"Dad, are you really not going?" Shang Hongji asked eagerly, lying in front of the table.
In such a big scene, she still wanted to join in the fun, learn about the ways of the world, and practice her emotional intelligence...
Shang Zhongtang's eyes moved from the table to his daughter's face without any hesitation. Along the way, there was no grass in all directions and it was flat without any ups and downs.
"What are you going for? I wish Xiahou died. That old guy was disgusted with me back then. Otherwise, I would have taken a number and queued up to enter the backyard!" Shang Zhongtang gritted his teeth.
"But I see that you have quite a lot of contact with Uncle Xia Chu in the backyard..." Shang Hongji said with a frown.
"Look what you said."
Shang Zhongtang frowned and said disdainfully: "Which uncle in the backyard do I have no contact with? Even the eighth master, I serve as a father, not to mention your uncle Xia Chu, who is ranked fifth?"
Shang Hongji shivered all over and almost twitched.
This Lao Deng is so damn shameless.
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The city of Yanjing is covered with clouds, and the air of murder is spreading.
A heavy rain seemed to be pouring down at any moment.
In the mourning hall, Xiahou's burly body like an iron tower stood in front of the coffin, which was extremely oppressive.
Even the monks who chanted sutras read several verses incorrectly due to excessive pressure.
Outside the mourning hall, people from all walks of life gathered.
But the vast majority of them had followed Xia Hou, either personally promoted or supported by the Xia family.
In Yanjing, and even within the walls, the Xia family had several front-yard landlords and backyard giants.
If Xiahou had not been suppressed by Brother Dazhi and his wife due to this incident, now, Xiahou would definitely be ranked in the backyard, with power over Yanjing City.
Therefore, those who are related to him or the Xia family in the front yard can come even if they are under great pressure.
Whoosh!
Outside the mourning hall.
A prison system SUV roared over.
Brother Dazhi, with a cigarette in his mouth and a prison uniform, jumped off the cross-country and came with his hands in his pockets, his face full of evil.
Xia Hou turned around and saw Brother Dazhi, who was tall and tall and powerful.
Twenty years ago, this old dog held him down and suppressed him in that dark prison.
If they disagree, they will be punched and kicked, and they will not be given food at all times.
In the past twenty years, Xia Hou felt like he was facing an abyss.
If it weren't for his strong willpower and strong muscles, he would have died suddenly in prison.
"Xiahou, you should mourn and mourn, and you should offer incense and incense."
Brother Dazhi casually pulled up a chair and sat in the crowd casually. He even crossed his legs and showed no respect for the dead souls...
"Hurry up." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke and said calmly. "Go back as soon as you're done, you've used up your vacation."
The words just fell.
The Eighteen Horsemen of Beimang stood behind them, like thousands of troops and horses, with the power of leaping dragons and tigers.
The place was agitated.
Especially the big guys who had followed Xia Hou all felt that their faces were shameless, so shameless!
Ye Zhengting glared at Brother Dazhi and yelled: "Zhang, do you have any fucking humanity? The old general's funeral hasn't even started yet, and you're causing trouble here?"
"You can kill people with just a nod of your head. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning if you do this?"
Boom!
There was a thunder in the sky.
Arm-thick lightning illuminated the gloomy funeral scene.
"Those who have done something wrong should quickly go into the mourning hall to avoid the limelight." Brother Dazhi flicked the ashes of his cigarette skillfully, looked around contemptuously, and finally laid his eyes on Xiahou's ferocious face. "Especially you. The coffin is not conductive. Why don't you go in and lie down for a while?"
Xiahou pushed through the crowd like a mountain, walked towards Brother Dazhi with steady steps, and said in a deep voice: "You have killed countless people in your life, and back then in Beimang, you were even more famous for massacre."
"You should be the one who needs to hide."
Brother Dazhi put out the cigarette in his hand, stood up slowly, and said with a grin: "Even if I go to hell today, King Yama will have to take a detour. If he dares to interrogate me, he will have to hand over the scaffolding to me overnight."
"He might have been too drunk and messed up the book of life and death. But no one who died in my hands was wrongly killed!"
