Chapter 150: Dressed in linen and filial piety, the mournful voice whispers
Outside the city lord's palace, everyone in the Wang family was still waiting anxiously.
In just two days, Wang Jinghuan's hair turned much whiter, and his whole body became more than ten years older.
On the first day, he was still full of hope, thinking that a miracle could happen.
But as time went by, the door of the city lord's mansion remained closed, and there was not even a soul. This made Wang Jinghuan's hope turn into despair little by little.
Looking at the west, the sun has set and the sky has become dark.
Wang Jinghuan's heart also became dark like the sky. His eyeballs gradually became covered with bloodshot eyes.
"Brother Wang, why don't you go knock on the door." Divine Doctor Yan sighed.
They cannot continue to waste time and become the joke of the entire Wanzhan City. They must accept this fact.
"No, as long as that little brother doesn't send Luo'er out, I will keep waiting." Wang Jinghuan refused with red eyes.
"But it's been so long..."
"Luoer's injury is to his soul. How can it be cured so easily? Of course it will take some time. Doctor Yan, you have been here with me for so long, why don't you go back and rest first." Wang Jinghuan suggested.
"Brother Wang and I have known each other for many years. Since Brother Wang insists, I will just accompany him." Divine Doctor Yan said calmly.
"Thank you!"
Wang Jinghuan looked at the Wang family members behind him and asked them to go back first.
He got the same answer, and everyone was willing to continue waiting.
This made Wang Jinghuan's cold heart feel a little warmer.
It's just that he didn't see Wang Ling'er, but he didn't want to see Wang Ling'er now. It would be better if she wasn't here.
At this moment, the sound of a horn came from the end of the street.
I saw only twenty or thirty people, playing sad tunes, getting closer and closer.
"Speaker? Why is there a loudspeaker sound here?" Someone was confused.
"I'm afraid they are enemies of my Wang family." Wang Jinghuan snorted coldly.
The trumpet, an instrument with such a sad tune, usually only appears in one place, and that is at funerals.
This is the city lord's palace, and there aren't many people nearby, let alone anyone who dares to hold a funeral or play mourning music here.
But it happened at the most inappropriate time and occasion, which made Wang Jinghuan have to suspect that someone was coming for him to curse Wang Luo.
"No matter who he is, if he dares to provoke my Wang family at this time, don't blame my Wang family for being rude."
A handsome man from the Wang family was furious and stepped forward to argue.
Wang Jinghuan didn't stop him. He was very depressed. If someone really didn't open his eyes, he wouldn't mind venting his frustration.
I saw the band getting closer and closer, and the sadness filled the air, making people want to cry.
The man from the Wang family couldn't help but step forward to take action, but when he saw the man wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.
The woman standing at the front is none other than Wang Linger, who left yesterday.
At this moment, Wang Ling'er was wearing mourning clothes, with tears streaming down her face, and her eyes were already red and swollen.
He even held a tablet in his hand, which read: The title of Wang Luo, the filial son of the Wang family.
"Ling'er, why is it you?" the man from the Wang family asked in a voice.
Wang Ling'er didn't respond, and led the band to the door of the city lord's mansion, and knelt down straight.
"Uncle, I know you can't accept it for a while. In fact, neither of us can accept it. Wang Luo is the most talented child of my generation in the Wang family. His death is sad and a loss to my Wang family. But we have to accept the fact.
..."
Wang Jinghuan angrily interrupted Wang Ling'er: "Wang Ling'er, Luo'er is not dead yet, are you cursing him?"
He thought it was his enemies who were deliberately trying to make him sick, but he never thought it was his favorite junior.
"Uncle, actually you and I both know that. That man is just a child, so how can he get his brother back? He took his brother's body away but didn't let us follow him. Maybe he would use his brother's body to make
What? He might be Hu Yun’s helper. Uncle, my brother has no blood, I am willing to show my mourning for him and see him off to the last journey."
"Wang Ling'er..."
Wang Jinghuan couldn't control it anymore and slapped him again.
Wang Ling'er endured the pain and continued: "Uncle, I have sent white stickers to my relatives and friends based on the reputation of the Wang family. At this moment, many people have come to my Wang family for the funeral. I also ask my uncle to go back and hold a funeral for my brother."
"I know the uncle doesn't want to accept it, but the fact is the fact. That guy is a liar. Uncle, you don't want your brother to not even be able to find his body in the end, right?"
"He dares!"
Under Wang Ling'er's insistence, Wang Jinghuan finally wavered.
If even Wang Luo's body was deceived, he would go crazy.
"If he is Hu Yun's friend, why wouldn't he dare? Uncle, we can't wait any longer." Wang Ling'er's attitude was firm.
She firmly believes that she is right and must uncover Qi Hao's hypocrisy.
Wang Jinghuan looked at the closed door of the City Lord's Mansion and hesitated.
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"Sorrowful music? Where does the sad music come from?"
When Qi Hao walked out of the underground weapons pavilion, he heard sad music.
When I was in the countryside, whenever someone left, I would feel this kind of sadness and joy.
"Maybe I'm dead." Wang Luo said calmly.
The appearance of sorrow and joy proves that the dream is almost over.
He stopped, no longer daring to move forward, for fear that when he opened the door, his dream would be shattered.
"Even if you are considered dead, you should not play mourning music in the city lord's palace. This is disrespectful!" Qi Hao was dissatisfied.
How could the Wang family play mournful music outside the gate of the city lord's palace if they didn't get the news?
Is this a curse on him or on Wang Luo?
After all, it is a big family, how could it do such a thing? Even if Wang Luo was not rescued in the end, the Wang family should not come to the city lord's mansion to run wild.
With a sullen face, he strode forward and roughly opened the door.
"Little miracle doctor? Luo'er? Are you still alive?"
The moment Wang Jinghuan saw the two of them, the depression in his heart was swept away, and even the wrinkles on his face had relaxed.
He took one step forward and rushed in to take a good look at Wang Luo.
But at this moment, a sense of crisis broke out, and Wang Jinghuan had to punch out to resist Qi Hao's attack.
He took a few steps back to steady himself, his fists numb with pain.
"So strong!"
Wang Jinghuan looked at Qi Hao and asked in confusion: "Since the little miracle doctor has already rescued Luo'er, why do you still need to take action?"
Qi Hao stood on the steps, looked down at Wang Jinghuan from a high position, and shouted: "I would like to ask the head of the Wang family. I worked tirelessly inside to treat Young Master Ling. But you are wearing sackcloth, wearing mourning, and playing music in front of the gate of the city lord's palace.