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Chapter 1894 You can rest in peace!

In fact, the managers of the Martyrs Cemetery insisted on accompanying Li Chuchen to Li Zhantian's cemetery, mainly because they were worried that Li Chuchen would hold them accountable.

They are the managers of the Martyrs Cemetery, but Li Zhantian's cemetery is overgrown with weeds and has not been dealt with in time. They are a little scared.

Because Gao Jianguo contacted them early in the morning.

By the time they learned that Lord Prison God had arrived at the gate of the Martyrs Cemetery, it was already too late to send someone to clean the cemetery.

Therefore, they could only bite the bullet and insist on leading the way for Li Chuchen. By the way, they took the guy with them and came to take care of Li Zhantian's graveyard in person.

When he first arrived here, Li Chuchen was indeed a little angry.

Grandpa's cemetery is almost covered with weeds.

After all, great-grandfather Li Zhantian was also a god of war, but after his death, the front of his tomb was covered with weeds. It was obvious at first glance that no one had cleaned it.

Li Chuchen almost couldn't control his emotions and was about to get angry at the manager of the Martyrs Cemetery.

But at the critical moment, Li Chuchen still held back.

He thought that as a descendant of Li Zhantian, he had never come to offer a stick of incense to his great-grandfather in all these years.

Who does he have to blame others for not cleaning up his great-grandfather’s grave?

"Lord Prison God, I'm really sorry. It's our fault that we have been negligent over the years and have not properly cleaned Old War God Li's graveyard."

The manager of the Martyrs Cemetery headed by him cleaned Li Zhantian's cemetery and then walked up to Li Chuchen.

He said with a serious face, "I can guarantee that from now on, the cemetery of Old God of War Li will be clean and filled with incense."

"Thank you for your hard work!"

Li Chuchen didn't blame them, he just said calmly, "You have nothing to do here. You can go. I have something to say to my great-grandfather."

"Okay, let's go now. Lord Prison God, if you have any other instructions, you can call me at any time. This is my business card."

The leader held a business card in both hands and handed it to Li Chuchen.

Then, they knelt in front of Li Zhantian's tomb.

After offering three sticks of incense to Old God of War Li and paying their respects, they quickly left.

Wait until they go away.

Li Chuchen then took out the eight heads of the eight foreign masters and placed them in front of Li Zhantian's tomb.

Although some of these eight heads were cut off some time has passed.

But there is a correct way to preserve these heads, and these heads do not rot or stink.

Li Chuchen placed the heads of the eight great masters in front of the cemetery, then lit incense candles and knelt in front of his great-grandfather Li Zhantian's tomb.

"Grandpa, have you seen it?"

"The eight foreign masters who besieged you at the beginning have now been killed by me."

"Grandpa, the Yan Kingdom that you fought so hard to protect is now a powerful country in the world. No one can bully our Yan Kingdom anymore!"

"Grandpa, you have a spirit in heaven. If you can see it, you can rest in peace!"

Li Chuchen said to himself.

When he said he was tired, he sat in front of his great-grandfather's grave and silently looked at the words "Li Zhantian, God of War, Protector of the Country" on the tombstone.

From sunrise to sunset.

Li Chuchen spent a whole day in front of his great-grandfather Li Zhantian's grave.

He and his great-grandfather talked a lot.

Although he did not get a response from his great-grandfather, Li Chuchen believed that his great-grandfather could hear every word he said and that his great-grandfather could finally rest in peace.

It was not until night fell that Li Chuchen heard footsteps and knew that the manager of the Martyrs Cemetery was coming again.

Li Chuchen didn't want them to see the heads of the eight foreign masters, so he hurriedly put away the eight heads and prepared to throw them into the mountains to feed the wolves and dogs.
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