At noon the next day, it rained a little lightly in the sky in Hengcheng, which made the sky a little more gloomy.
But no matter how rainy it is, Luo Feiyu's funeral will be held.
For Luo Badao, who thoughtfully said that letting his son get buried early will comfort the whole family, otherwise he would not be able to calmly deal with the chaotic situation.
So despite the anger, the drizzle of rain, he announced that he would bury Luo Feiyu on time.
For these wealthy families, they not only have their own ancestral halls, but also their own exclusive cemetery.
The same is true for the Luo family.
The Luo Family Cemetery is located on a mountain with an altitude of more than 500 meters. It has lush trees, a wide view, and you can see the sea.
The Feng Shui is quite good.
Before going up the mountain, Luo Yanni specially sent a hook-nosed young man to take fifty people to check the hills.
At the same time, she made people guard all commanding heights.
Several areas of the lush jungle also fired bullets.
Even in the depths of the big tree ravine above the road below, the hook-nosed young man also used a drone to check it out.
The valleys are safe, the road surfaces are safe, the hills are safe, the plants and trees are safe, and the cemeteries and tombstones are safe.
The guests who came to watch the ceremony and the priests and nuns also had clear origins.
Even Luo Feiyu's coffin was checked several times and then he put it in the pit after confirming that there was no danger.
This made the Luo family's father and daughter feel a lot more relaxed.
Amid the lyrics of a group of priests and nuns, the funeral procession of more than a hundred people slowly went up the mountain.
Luo Feiyu's death in Hengcheng actually caused a lot of undercurrents.
Luo Badao lost his beloved son, but for many people, he lacked a big devil.
Luo Feiyu has committed so many evils over the years, and many of the big bosses and female relatives who watched the ceremony were bullied by him.
So there are only a handful of people who are truly sad.
But no matter what I think in my heart, more than a hundred people still look very sad in public.
At this moment, we cannot gloat about it, so as to avoid being bitten by Luo Badao, the mad dog.
The same is true for Ye Fan and Ling Guojiang.
Although the two looked solemn, they still took the time to say hello to the other guests.
"Zhao Gambling King, Qian Gambling King, Sun Gambling King, Li Gambling King..."
Ling Guojiang went up the mountain and introduced guests to Ye Fan, so that he could get familiar with the people in the funeral procession.
"Hello Mr. Zhao, hello Mr. Qian, please take care of me."
Ye Fan also shook hands with these Hengcheng bosses one by one in Ling Guojiang's introduction.
Among the top ten gambling kings in Hengcheng, except for the Yang family, no one has participated, all nine gambling kings have arrived.
However, Ye Fan also knew that this was not a team for Luo Badao. Everyone didn't want to break up with Luo Badao and was bitten by him.
Moreover, Luo Badao had his son dead after all, so it was also time for them to come and see him off.
In the future, the major gambling kings will also attend the funerals of Yang Feicui and Jia Qilin.
Therefore, in an hour, Ye Fan became familiar with these gambling kings...
All major gambling kings regard Ye Fan as Ye Fan.
They smiled and praised Ye Fan for being a talented person, but turned around and showed a hint of contempt and laughter.
Obviously they all know what Ling Anxiu’s husband is.
The female members who accompanied them even showed contempt for Ye Fan and sneered at Ye Fan as the best player in Hengcheng.
At the same time, they ridiculed Ling Guojiang for having a water in his mind. After killing his son, there was no reliable person and he wanted to find waste to support him.
Ye Fan didn't care, just wanted to dig out Zhu Qier's crutches and let these bastards vomit blood.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral procession arrived at the Luo Family Cemetery.
Under the leadership of a tall priest, the coffin was placed in a huge pit of earth, waiting for the final spread of soil to say goodbye.
"Dangdangdang"
After the priest reviewed the glorious things in Luo Feiyu's life, ten nuns began to circle around the coffin.
They still muttered something.
Their singing was sad and long, and combined with the pastor's low and powerful voice, it added a hint of coldness to the world.
After the ceremony, the priest walked forward with the soil beside the coffin and spoke respectfully to Luo Badao:
"Mr. Luo, sprinkle a handful of soil so that Young Master Luo can rest in peace."
The other nuns also brought a plate of soil to important guests such as Ling Guojiang.
Ye Fan also grabbed a handful of etiquette.
Luo Badao knew that this was the final ceremony.
After scattering this handful of soil, I and my son were completely disconnected, and I couldn't stop feeling sad.
"Feiyu!"
Luo Badao spread the soil: "Go along the way!"
He was cold and extremely suspicious, but Luo Feiyu was also the son he raised.
The father-son relationship that had been with him for more than 20 years made him kneel on the wetland.
He yelled at the black coffin:
"Don't worry, Dad will definitely avenge you!"
"I will burn all my enemies to you."
At this moment, the pain that Luo Badao exposed infected almost everyone.
Everyone seemed to hear a sound at the same time, and the heartbreaking whistle of the poor parents in the world.
Then dozens of female relatives and nephews knelt down uncontrollably, and followed Luo Badao and cried and shouted Luo Feiyu's name.
Ling Guojiang and the other gambling kings instinctively took a few steps forward to advise:
"Lao Luo, please be mournful and follow the changes. Don't cry and ruin your body."
"Yes, people cannot be resurrected when they die. If you are exhausted, your son will blame himself in the underworld."
"Get up, so that Feiyu can walk this last journey happily..."
More than a dozen big bosses pretended to be sad and comforted Luo Badao out of politeness.
Ye Fan's face did not have much turbulence.
For Ye Fan, a person like Luo Feiyu died early, which is a good thing for him and Hengcheng.
At least it can help innocent people like Ling Anxiu suffer less harm.
So he couldn't pretend to be sad, and he suppressed his smile more.
He helped Ling cross the river and sprinkled soil a few steps forward.
But when he walked to the pit, Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he subconsciously turned around.
He looked at a mountain opposite and smelled a trace of danger.
He vaguely saw that in this weather, there were still a few birds in the forest opposite the other side.
Ye Fan became alert instinctively.
"Ye Fan?"
At this moment, on the commanding height of a mountain opposite, Tang Ruoxue saw Ye Fan from the scope.
She couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then she didn't expect to see him at Luo Feiyu's funeral.
Why does this guy always appear in his own vision?
And why does this bastard have interactions with beasts like Luo Feiyu?
I hope I won't ruin my business this time!
Tang Ruoxue frowned slightly and stopped invisibly with his fingers pressing against the trigger.
However, Tang Ruoxue glanced at the scene and stared at Luo Badao who was helped up, and quickly returned to his cold silence.
The important thing is!
"Listen to my orders, and I will give you orders later. You follow me to concentrate your firepower and shoot Luo Badao."
"Thirty-one sniper rifles fired at the same time, enough to tear Luo Badao's protection and his armor."
Tang Ruoxue issued an order to the Bluetooth headset: "Once Luo Badao is killed, we will evacuate immediately!"
The Bluetooth headset came from the low response from Triangle Eye and others: "I understand!"
"Luo Badao... It's time to end... It's time to pay back what you owe me..."
Tang Ruoxue slightly deflected the gun and slowly landed on Luo Badao's forehead, constantly adjusting his breathing and feeling the wind direction.
When she saw Luo Badao being surrounded by Ling Guojiang and others and retreating, Tang Ruoxue shouted at the Bluetooth headset:
"Do it!"
"flutter!"
She pulled the trigger while shouting.
A ball of light roared out instantly, taking Luo Badao's head.
At the same time, there was a bang everywhere in the hills, and the airflow suddenly sank.
Thirty warheads flew towards the funeral site.
"Puff"
"careful!"
Ye Fan and the hook-nosed young man smelled danger almost at the same time.
They roared and each rushed Ling Guojiang and Luo Badao to the ground.
"Bang bang bang"
When Ye Fan was holding Ling Bridge and rolling into the tomb pit, he saw King Zhao and others trembling in their bodies.
The head is blooming, blood splattering.
The seven gambling kings died suddenly!
The backbone and confidants around them were also shot and fell to the ground.
Bright red blood instantly drifted into the Luo Family Cemetery!