"Old man, you and the Taoist priest are preparing the coffin. Old Li is also too sad. Let's take him back to rest first and come back in the evening." Ma Tiexin supported Li Kangkai and said
The two put Li Kangkai in the car, and He Chao started the car and drove to Li Kangkai's house. When they got home, Grandma Li saw that Li Kangkai had passed out and hurried to get the medicine. Ma Tiexin immediately reached out to stop him: "Grandma Li, no need, Lao Li has been there for many days."
There is no rest, let’s take this opportunity to let him have a good sleep!”
Grandma Li's eyes turned red and she burst into tears. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her tears and asked, "Is it not clear yet what happened to Deng Long's child?" Li Kangkai and Grandma Li were Deng Long's only relatives in Shanghai. Grandma Li
She even loved Deng Long as her own grandson. This time Deng Long suffered such a misfortune, Grandma Li also shed tears several times and was extremely sad.
"Grandma, Xiaolong will be buried tonight. If Lao Li wakes up, you have to persuade him, otherwise he will have to tear down the mourning hall," He Chao choked.
"Poor Xiaolong, why did you..." Grandma Li couldn't help it anymore and started crying.
"Grandma, you must not do this. God's will is like this, and there is nothing you can do about it. You, old man, must take good care of your health!" Ma Tiexin said
Ma Tiexin can be said to be the most controlling person. His long-term career as a cold-blooded killer has made him very indifferent to emotions and interpersonal relationships. It was not until he met Deng Long that he knew there was such a kind of person, Yi Bo Yuntian,
Deng Long, He Chao and Li Kangkai would go through fire and water for the sake of their brothers, regardless of their identity as Lam Jiale's killer. Brotherhood had already allowed this cold-blooded killer to find the brotherhood of the battlefield in the past. Now that Deng Long suffered this disaster,
Ma Tiexin was also heartbroken. If he hadn't saved his sense, Ma Tiexin would have gone to the concession long ago and would have fought to the death to avenge Deng Long.
"Children, I'm fine. People get sad easily when they get old. I'll cook some food for you!" Grandma Li stood up tremblingly, wiped away her tears, sighed and walked to the kitchen.
"No, Grandma Li, no, you should go take care of Lao Li, we have to rush back to Zhonghe Hall!" Ma Tiexin hurriedly dissuaded her.
After bidding farewell to Grandma Li, the two of them drove back to Zhonghe Hall to prepare for Deng Long's physical burial.
In the secret room of Zhonghe Hall, Chunchun clung tightly to Deng Long and said sadly: "Deng Long, you bad guy, you don't keep your words. You promised me that you would not die. You must marry me and grow old together with me."
But now you have abandoned me and left me forever, what kind of man are you..."
Spring couldn't bear it any longer, crying and beating Deng Long's chest, which was starting to have corpse spots, "Deng Long, wake up, wake up, okay? I will never call you a bad guy again, please don't abandon me, okay?"
?If I had known this to be the case, I would rather be beaten to death with you in the Hongkou Dojo that day than the separation of yin and yang today."
A gust of breeze blew in from the small window of the secret room, and the corner of Deng Long's clothes seemed to move. Spring said with great joy: "Deng Long, Deng Long, are you back? Tell me you are back, okay? Wake up quickly, hurry up
Wake up!"
Spring shook Deng Long's body vigorously, but Deng Long's eyes were always glaring and his face was twisted. After struggling for a while, Spring knew that this was his fantasy, and sat on the ground helplessly and cried loudly.
Several Zhonghetang guards opened the door and walked in. They stood at the door with their heads lowered and did not dare to say a word.
"What are you doing here? Didn't I tell no one to come in and disturb you?" Chunchang said coldly when he saw these guards.
"Miss, we are here to move the corpse. This is the order of the master..." The guard lowered his head and said in fear. The usually gentle and kind lady's temper became so violent that several guards could not believe it for a moment.
"Nonsense, why would my father do this? Get out of here! Get out!" Spring stood up, pointed at the door and cursed angrily.
"Spring, don't mess around. It was indeed me who asked them to come." Pang Zhonghe appeared at the door and said majestically.
"Dad, didn't you say that Deng Long is a strange man from the fifth generation and will not die? Why are you doing this!" Spring asked
"In spring, Deng Long has died. I am also very heartbroken. But it is true. Look, Deng Long has begun to have corpse spots on his body. Can you just let him be buried in peace? Don't be sad. I believe Xiaolong sees you like this.
He will definitely feel very uncomfortable." Pang Zhonghe comforted him gently.
"Dad! No, no, Deng Long will not die. Deng Long promised me that he will not die!" Spring threw herself into her father's arms and cried.
"Spring, you're tired, it's time to have a good rest." Pang Zhonghe sighed, and lightly chopped Chun Chun's neck, and Chun Chun was immediately knocked unconscious.
"Come here, take the lady back to the room, and the others will carry the body to the coffin in the hall," Pang Zhonghe shouted with a livid face.
All along, from Xiangxi to Shanghai, Deng Long has experienced life and death countless times. All the time, Deng Long was tired and sleepy and still persisting. At this moment, Deng Long finally rested and lay quietly in the coffin.
The mourning hall was quickly set up. Shen Yandao sat on the bed in front of the mourning hall with complicated emotions. He originally came down the mountain to help, but ended up being the one who died. Shen Yandao asked himself more than once, why did he do that?
If I didn’t get to Shanghai earlier, Deng Long wouldn’t have died.
Only He Chao and Ma Tiexin were the mourners in the mourning hall. Li Kangkai and Chunchun were still in coma. Only in this way could Deng Long leave quietly. Ma Tiexin and He Chao tried several times to close Deng Long's angry eyes, but in vain.
, the tragic image of Deng Long staring blankly made the two of them feel sad. They couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so they could only retreat from a distance.
Time arrived soon. Shen Yandao opened his eyes, stood up, walked around the coffin and recited the mantra of death, hoping that Deng Long would be reincarnated as soon as possible. After reciting the mantra of death three times, Shen Yandao waved his hands tiredly and said
: "Lid the coffin!"
Ma Tiexin and He Chao held the coffin and slowly closed it: "Brothers, have a good journey and we will be brothers together in the next life!"
As soon as the coffin lid was closed, an unknown black wind blew up in the mourning hall, and the spiritual flags were blown away. Everyone couldn't even open their eyes. Shen Yandao's expression changed. Could there be a change, or maybe Deng Long's soul has returned?
"Haha, the body is still there, it's good that it's still there!" A hearty laugh came from the dark wind. Everyone opened their eyes and saw a man in red robe, with a black beard, a sharp sword hanging from his waist, and eyes like copper.
Bell, the weirdo wearing a high hat is standing in front of Deng Long's coffin
The strange man in red waved his hand, and the heavy sandalwood coffin lid flew to the ground. Ma Tiexin hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and shouted in the way of words: "Who are you? Why do you come to the mourning hall to cause trouble!"
This weird man exuded powerful aura, and his appearance was extremely ferocious. He came riding the dark wind and was either a fairy or a monster. Shen Yandao was afraid that this man would come to destroy the body, so he immediately shouted at the man.