"Bang!Bang!Bang!!!"

With heavy knocks on the door, Bei Yinyao gently pushed Yang Luo away and took a breath: "If you don't open the door for her, she can stand there and knock for a day."

Yang Luo grabbed Bei Yinyao's sinister hands and rubbed it. Bei Yinyao's nose made a moan, and water seemed to drip in her eyes. She said charmingly: "Stop making trouble, put on her clothes quickly."

"Bang!Bang!Bang!!!"

Yang Luo grabbed his hair hard, sat up and cursed: "This dead woman, did we have a grudge in our previous life?"

Bei Yinyao laughed loudly, stretched out her slender fingers and pinched his face, "Get dressed."

The two of them put on their clothes and walked out. Bei Yinyao opened the door. Bai Juan stood outside the door and waved, "Hi! Good morning."

Yang Luo rolled his eyes: "I was in a good mood, but I was gone when I saw you."

Bai Juan waved his fists in a demonstration: "Go and wash up quickly, then eat, go to the funeral home after dinner, listen to their discussions, and hold a memorial service today."

After Yang Luo and Bei Yinyao finished washing up, they went to have breakfast again, and then drove the light truck to the Xishan Crematorium.

Bai Juan was very familiar with Linghe County and sat in front to guide him. When they arrived at the foot of the crematorium, the road up the mountain was already blocked. He looked up at the middle of the mountain, and there were dense crowds of people. All kinds of cars lined up halfway up to the bottom of the mountain.

Yang Luo jumped out of the car, "It seems that he can only walk."

The four people slowly moved up the mountain with the crowded crowd. It was not long before they walked outside the crematorium gate for almost an hour. Yang Luo was already sweating all over, let alone Bei Yinyao and the others.

Bai Juan looked at the crowded crowd and sighed, "We can't get in, so stay here for a while."

Yang Luo said: "You can't stay here if you don't want to stay here. There are so many people who can't even get in an ant."

The four people stood in the crowd, and suddenly Bei Yinyao's face turned cold, and then he heard a crisp "pop".

Yang Luo turned his head and saw a very vulgar middle-aged man standing beside Bei Yinyao. The guy covered his face with his hands, bloodshots flowed down the corners of his mouth, and fierce light flashed in his little eyes.

"Fuck | your stinky bitch | whore, you dare to hit me." After scolding, this guy raised his hand and waved it hard at Bei Yinyao's face.

With a light "bang", the wrinkled middle-aged man's wrist was grabbed by a strong and powerful hand. He struggled hard, but he didn't move at all. He looked up and saw a face that was so cold that he made him tremble.

"What did he do to you just now?" Yang Luo looked at Bei Yinyao and asked.

Bei Yinyao said coldly: "He wronged me."

"Who the hell saw that I was molesting you, don't swear." The guy shouted calmly.

The weather was really hot and the atmosphere was very stuffy. When the people around him saw something, they showed an excited look on their faces. Finally, something happened to adjust the atmosphere. But when they saw Bei Yinyao's appearance, they knew that the vulgar guy was lying. Not to mention that it was him, even any man present would have a sharp increase in male hormones when he saw Bei Yinyao's charm, let alone a person as vulgar as he was.

Yang Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red light flashed through his eyes, "Say! You use that hand to molest."

The vulgar middle-aged man shouted with a stern look on his face: "You'd better let me go, otherwise I'll send you to the crematorium directly."

"Which hand."

The vulgar middle-aged man suddenly took out a dagger on his body and wandered in front of Yang Luo's eyes, "Let me go, otherwise I will let you blood."

Yang Luosen said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, you don't need to keep these two claws." After saying that, he grabbed the wrinkled man's wrist and tried hard, and a terrible sound of bone fracture came.

The wretched man's mouth made a scream that was not a human, followed by a "click" sound. The wretched man's other arm was strangely twisted, and the snow-white bones were exposed, and there were a few pieces of minced meat on it. The scalp that was watching made the onlookers numb, a stream of air conditioning rose in the heart, and his hair stood up one by one, and he retreated frantically.

"Dangling" At this time, the dagger in the vulgar man's hand fell to the ground, his whole face was distorted and deformed, and large beads of sweat fell down, and then he opened his mouth and screamed.

Yang Luo let go of his hand, and the wretched man looked at his broken arms, his legs fell to the ground.

Yang Luo stepped on his head and said coldly: "No one has ever dared to stretch his claws at my woman."

Within ten meters of Yang Luo's side, it had become a vacuum area. People around him looked at Yang Luo with shock. This was fucking terrifying. If they were to cut it with a knife, they might not feel anything. But if they broke the arm like a wooden stick, they would say that they were not afraid of it being fake.

Now even Bai Juan and Pang Yu looked at Yang Luo with a strange look, and they kept muttering in their hearts that this guy usually looks harmless with a smile, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

Yang Luo's feet were always on the head of the vulgar man. The guy wanted to struggle, but with a slight move, an unbearable severe pain would come from his arm.

At this time, the crowd in the crematorium compound was in a commotion and soon calmed down again. Someone began to shout: "The farewell ceremony has begun. If you want to go in and mourn, you are in line."

In fact, a few of these people went to mourn Wang Shuyun, and they all came to see the funeral. Slowly, the people in front began to walk into the funeral home mourning venue. When the first person came out, his face was full of confusion.

Three hours later, the people in front of Yang Luo began to move forward, but everyone was a few meters away from them, especially Bei Yinyao, and no one dared to get close. There were so many people crowded, who knew if he would meet that woman, and then he would provoke the madman to break his arm and have no place to cry.

Yang Luo raised his foot and kicked the vulgar man with a "bang" sound: "Damn it! How far is it, so that I'm seeing you, trashing your legs."

The vulgar man had a terrible face of being pale and terrible. He struggled to get up, but he didn't dare to look at Yang Luo, and staggered to run down the mountain.

Yang Luo followed the crowd into the mourning hall and frowned when he saw the body in the refrigerator. The mourning ceremony was to let the deceased relatives and friends look at the last glance of the deceased. But now Wang Shuyun's face was covered with white cloth, and you could not see his face at all.

Yang Luo really wanted to smash the glass on the refrigerator and lift the white cloth to take a look. Bei Yinyao saw the smile on Yang Luo's lips and knew that he was not kind, so he hurriedly pulled him to stop him from doing anything.

Yang Luo sighed and gave up the idea. When they came out, someone behind him said, "This person doesn't look like Wang Shuyun."

Bai Juan held Bei Yinyao's hand, "It's really strange, why is the white cloth covered on his face?"

Bei Yinyao shook her head without saying anything, and came to the bottom of the mountain to drive the car. Yang Luo took out a cigarette and lit it and took a sip, "I suspect he is not Wang Shuyun at all."

Bei Yinyao whispered: "No matter whether he is or not, if you do something just now, it will be disrespectful to the deceased. Since the matter has passed, let him go."

Yang Luo smiled bitterly, said nothing, and drove directly to the mall in a car. As soon as they walked into the mall, the salesperson recognized them, greeted them enthusiastically, and then hurriedly left to find the manager.

Not long after, the manager came over with more than a dozen security guards and saw Yang Luo smiling: "Sir! You go to the rest area first to rest, I will load the goods immediately."

Yang Luo nodded, and the two staff members brought tea in front of Yang Luo and the others.

After more than half an hour, all the goods were loaded. Yang Luo looked at the top of it with rainproof silk, looked at the manager and said thank you, and then jumped into the car.

Bai Juan looked at Yang Luo who was driving and said softly, "Are you leaving?" Although Bei Yinyao gave her the phone number and Yang Luo also said she was going to work in Jinzhou, Bai Juan's tone was still a little sad. Yang Luo had to sigh that the little woman was always so sentimental.

Pang Yu said: "Brother Yang and Sister Bei have to wait until the matter here is completely over before leaving."

Yang Luo didn't say anything, Bei Yinyao said: "It doesn't make any sense to wait or not, and I'm very busy, and I have to go back to Shanghai immediately after finishing the work."

No one spoke along the way, and returned to the hotel to eat something, and then went to rest. The next day, just dawn, Yang Luo and Bei Yinyao were already on the way to Xiaoyang Village, and the two of them did not go to say goodbye to Bai Juan and Pang Yu.

Xiaoyang Village is located 80 kilometers southeast of Linghe County and is under the jurisdiction of Qinghe Town. Yang Luo's car was not fast and he arrived at Qinghe Town at around 10 o'clock in the morning.

As soon as the car entered the town, Yang Luo kept watching from side to side.

Bei Yinyao asked strangely: "What are you looking at?"

Yang Luo said: "I haven't been back for more than ten years. I'll see if there are any familiar people and buildings."

Bei Yinyao knew Yang Luo’s current mood very well, so she reached out and shook Yang Luo’s hand holding the steering wheel.

“Is it a big change?”

Yang Luo shook his head: "Nothing has changed, it's just that there are two more buildings on the roadside." Suddenly, Yang Luo stepped on the brakes, looked at a large food stall on the side of the road and smiled on his face. He pushed open the car door and got out of the car, slowly approached the food stall and sat on the shabby chair.

Bei Yinyao was stunned for a moment, knowing that this food stall must be a place where Yang Luo often came when he was a child, so he hurriedly got out of the car and walked over.

The yellowed tarpaulin full of holes shows that this food stall has existed for many years. Bei Yinyao looked at the seat covered with oil stains and sat next to Yang Luo without any hesitation. She wanted to know everything about Yang Luo when she was a child.

At this time, an old man in his sixties and wearing a shabby military uniform walked out. He sat opposite Yang Luo with a dry tobacco pipe in his mouth. His eyes were sluggish, and a mouthful of cigarette crawled out of his mouth and floated towards Yang Luo.

"After walking for so many years, it seems that your war is over."

Yang Luo ignored him, "Give me two small buns of bread and two large wontons."

Although the boss is not young and his hair is gray, he is energetic and his waist is straight. He looks at Yang Luo without moving: "Do you still remember the loyal hymn I handed you?"

Before Yang Luo could speak, he opened his mouth and floated in the air with a passionate melody.

Heroes of the Iron Team!

The night rain washes the soldiers!

The horse is bent to show its strength!

The battle is fierce!

The golden cup is firm with passion and passion!

Yang Luo said: "You old guy, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, so can't you change a song?"
Chapter completed!