When Ye Wujiu dealt with Elder Mayi, the funeral almost began.
Murong Wuxin wanted a grand funeral. In addition to the Five Great Masters and Gusu Murong, many Western Chinese powerful people came to participate.
So many people gathered on the top of Feilai Peak.
This also made Tangmen's security efforts a little difficult.
Their focus is also on whether the guests carry weapons, gunpowder and poison.
The identification of identity is a little less in-depth.
Ye Fan thinks there will be loopholes in this way.
But thinking that the car and weapons cannot come up, even if the murderer sneaks in, it will be difficult for him to fight against the five elite players with bare hands.
He also gave up the idea of talking too much.
He waited for the beginning of the funeral and sent a text message to Ye Wujiu, asking him to wait for himself at the airport after arriving in West China.
Not long after, Tang Pingfan's convoy also arrived at the cemetery.
The six Lincoln cars representing the five great masters and Gusu Murong were all parked in an open space opposite the cemetery.
Then the car door opened, and Tang Pingfan, Yuan Huihuang and Murong Wuqing came out one after another.
The niece of Huaxi Murong and guests from all walks of life who attended the funeral immediately made their way.
Murong Yanran, dressed in white, also put away her sad tears.
She stood up and greeted Tang Pingfan, Murong Wuqing and others:
"Cousin, Uncle Wuqing..."
Her pretty face was full of tears, and she looked pitiful, but it also made people feel the feelings of grandparents.
Tang Pingfan patted her shoulder to comfort her: "Yanran, I am sad and follow the changes."
Murong Wuqing also echoed: "Yes, little niece, don't be too sad. The Murong family in West China still wants you to take charge of the overall situation."
"And if your grandfather had spirits in heaven, he wouldn't have seen you feel so heartbroken."
His always cold face was rarely relieved: "Supervise the funeral well and let your grandpa rest in peace and walk the last journey."
Zheng Qiankun and Wang Sanfeng also spoke out for comfort.
Tang Shier also means: "Follow Ye Shaogan, you will definitely have a bright future in the future."
Ye Fan, not far away, sighed. If Murong Wuxin had not been in the wrong team back then, with his mind and connections, he would have really become the overlord of West China.
Unfortunately, the sword he got up and blocked for Tang Sanguo destroyed all his future and descendants.
Things in the world are impermanent, but that's all.
At this moment, Murong Yanran was nodding to Tang Pingfan and others: "Thank you for your concern."
After a simple greeting, the funeral began soon. Murong Yanran delivered a speech to mourn Murong Wuxin's life.
She also vowed to find the murderer and avenge the old man.
Then the representative of Murong, Gusu, also came to the stage to say that people died like a lamp, and the grievances of the older generation disappeared with Murong Wuxin's death.
Murong Wuqing also welcomes Murong Yanran to visit Gusu often.
Afterwards, Zheng Qiankun and five other representatives also made polite decisions and highly praised Murong Wuxin's achievements in West China.
Each family also collected 100 million in public as a bounty to help Murong Yanran chase the murderer.
After these processes were completed, Murong Yanran announced that Murong Wuxin was buried.
The tomb pit is right next to the small temple, and the casting is beautiful, with plants and trees shaking, drizzling drizzling, and the coffin is slowly placed in.
Seeing all this, Ye Fan suddenly felt the preciousness of life.
No matter how rich you are in your life, you can compete with a country and have a huge power. Once you lose your life, nothing will be meaningless.
Thinking of this, he held Song Hongyan and Qianqian's hands slightly tightly.
After the coffin fell, Murong's nephew sprinkled countless flowers on it, and then Murong Yanran cried and grabbed a handful of soil and put it in it.
Murong Wuqing and Zheng Qiankun also put flowers for Murong Wuxin one by one.
Finally, Tang Shier supported Tang Pingfan and walked up slowly.
"Uncle, rest in peace."
Tang Pingfan looked at the black coffin and rarely showed a hint of melancholy.
Then, he also picked up a handful of soil and poured it onto the black coffin.
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, Ye Fan's eyelids twitched, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
He suddenly felt a murderous aura.
This murderous intent is extremely fierce and dangerous.
He subconsciously looked around.
The next second, he stared at the black coffin.
His face changed drastically and shouted: "Be careful of the coffin!"
He wanted to shoot over and pull Tang Pingfan, but hesitated for a while for fear that Song Hongyan and Qianqian would be safe.
"Bang bang bang--"
Almost as Ye Fan finished speaking, the coffin suddenly made a loud noise.
A series of bullets whistled out of the coffin.
The warhead poured towards Tang Pingfan's chest like rain.
Tang Pingfan had no time to dodge, and his body shook and all the bullets hit him.
A stream of blood splattered out.
Tang Pingfan also spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
He plopped to the ground.
Xixi screamed and threw herself into Song Hongyan's arms.
Song Hongyan also subconsciously shouted: "Dad——"
Tang Shi'er was even more shocked and then shouted: "Brother——"
"Bang--"
Before Murong Yanran and the others could react, the coffin exploded with a bang and a man with a mask ejaculated.
He threw away the firearms that shot the bullets, and with a backhand, he wanted to kill Tang Pingfan.
Song Hongyan's face turned pale in an instant.
Although she had no feelings for Tang Pingfan, she couldn't bear to see him die in front of her.
"Sir, go to death!"
Seeing that the man with a mask was going to attack, Tang Shi'er roared in grief and angrily, and then rushed over without hesitation.
With a bang, the man in the mask who was about to fall from the knife was knocked to the ground by Tang Shi'er.
Just as he was about to have a backhand, Tang Shi'er was already roaring and punching:
"Go to die!"
He punched the man in the masked sternum.
With a loud bang, the man in the mask trembled, his ribs broke, and a stream of blood spurted out.
The knife in his hand also flew out.
“Ahhhh——”
Before Tang Shi'er could vent his anger, he lifted up the mask and then punched him more than ten punches at him who fell in the air.
Bang bang bang, a series of sounds, the man in the mask was beaten by Tang Shi's ears and then fell back into the tomb pit with a pounce.
More than a dozen Tang family members rushed up and took the man under the covers.
The scene was filled with panic, slightly panic, and indescribable shock.
No one expected that there was a killer hidden in the coffin.
Murong Yanran also had a pale face, and she had no idea how the dead grandfather would become a killer lying inside?
"Brother, brother!"
Tang Shier turned back to Tang Pingfan and shouted: "Brother has a breath, call an ambulance..."
"Swoosh--"
Hearing that Tang Pingfan was still breathing, a faint black light suddenly flashed through the chaotic crowd at the scene.
Before even Ye Fan could figure out anything, a Tang family member was already standing beside Tang Pingfan.
Without hesitation.
"Swoosh!"
A slender black light fleeting.
The Tang family's disciples who were blocking Tang Pingfan's side had a poisonous needle on his throat.
His eyes dimmed instantly.
Bloody throat sealed.
But when he fell down, he raised his right gun and hit the panicked crowd with a bang.
"flutter--"
A female guest in black who quietly stepped forward was shot before she could dodge.
The bullet hit her in the abdomen.
A stream of blood splattered out.
The woman in black screamed and fell to the ground.
Ye Fan clearly saw that her Tissot watch had opened the lid, and it was obvious that the poisonous needle was shot out from inside.