When Ye Wujiu eliminated Elder Mai, the funeral had almost begun.
Murong had no intention of having a grand funeral. In addition to the Five Families and Gusu Murong, many dignitaries from West China came to attend.
Therefore, many people gathered at the top of Feilaifeng Peak.
This also makes the Tang Sect's security forces seem a bit strenuous.
They also focus on whether guests bring weapons, gunpowder and poison.
The identification of identity is less in-depth.
Ye Fan felt that there would be loopholes in this.
But considering that cars and weapons are not available, even if the murderers sneak in, it will be difficult to fight against the elites of the five families with bare hands.
He also gave up the idea of talking too much.
He calmly waited for the funeral to begin, and even sent a text message to Ye Wujiu, asking him to wait for him at the airport after arriving in West China.
Not long after, Tang Pingfan's motorcade also arrived at the cemetery.
Six Lincoln cars representing the five families 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 got out one after another.
The Huaxi Murong nephew and guests attending the funeral immediately made way.
Murong Yanran, dressed in white, also put away her sad tears.
She stood up and greeted Tang Pingfan, Murong Qingqing and others:
"Cousin, ruthless uncle..."
Her pretty face was full of tears, and she looked pitiful, but it also made people feel the emotion of a grandson.
Tang Pingfan patted her shoulder to comfort her: "Yanran, I'm sorry and accept the change."
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 grandpa was alive in heaven, he wouldn't see you so heartbroken."
His always cold face rarely softened: "Hand the funeral well and let your grandpa rest in peace for the last time."
Zheng Qiankun and Wang Sanfeng also expressed their relief.
Tang Shi'er also had a profound meaning: "Follow Ye Shaoqian well, and you will have a bright future."
Ye Fan, who was not far away, sighed with emotion. If Murong Wuxin hadn't been on the wrong team back then, with his intelligence and connections, he would really have become the overlord of West China.
It's a pity that the sword he stood up to block for Tang Sanguo destroyed all his future and his descendants.
Things in the world are impermanent, that's all.
At this moment, Murong Yanran was nodding to Tang Pingfan and others: "Thank you for your concern."
After simple greetings, the funeral began quickly. First, Murong Yanran gave a speech to mourn Murong Wuxin's life.
She also vowed to find out the murderer and avenge the old man.
Then the representative of Gusu Murong also came on stage and said that death is like a lamp going out, and the grudges of the older generation disappeared with the death of Murong Wuxin.
Murong Qingqing also welcomed Murong Yanran to visit Suzhou often.
Afterwards, Zheng Qiankun and other representatives of the five major families also expressed their politeness and highly praised Murong Wuxin's contribution to West China.
Each family also publicly raised 100 million as a bounty to help Murong Yanran track down the murderer.
After completing these procedures, Murong Yanran announced that Murong Wuxin would be buried.
The tomb pit is right next to the small temple. It is beautifully cast, the grass and trees are shaking, the drizzle is falling, and the coffin is slowly being placed.
Ye Fan looked at all this and suddenly felt the preciousness of life.
No matter how rich and powerful you were during your lifetime, once your life is lost, everything will be meaningless.
Thinking of this, he squeezed Song Hongyan and Qian Qian's hands slightly.
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.
Murong Wuxin and Zheng Qiankun also placed flowers and soil on Murong Wuxin one by one.
Finally, Tang Shi'er supported Tang Pingfan and walked up slowly.
"Uncle, rest in peace."
Tang Pingfan looked at the dark coffin, showing a rare hint of melancholy.
Then, he also picked up a handful of soil and poured it onto the black coffin.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and his eyes instantly became sharp.
He suddenly felt a murderous aura.
This killing intent is extremely powerful and dangerous.
He looked around subconsciously.
The next second, he stared at the black coffin.
His face changed dramatically and he shouted: "Be careful with the coffin!"
He wanted to ejaculate and pull Tang Pingfan away, but he hesitated because he was worried about the safety of Song Hongyan and Qian Qian.
"Bang bang bang——"
Almost as soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, the coffin suddenly made a loud noise.
A stream of bullets roared out of the coffin.
The bullets poured towards Tang Pingfan's chest like rain.
Tang Pingfan had no time to dodge, his body was shaken, and all the bullets hit him.
Streams of blood spattered out.
Tang Pingfan also spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.
He fell to the ground with a thud.
Sissi screamed and threw herself into Song Hongyan's arms.
Song Hongyan also subconsciously shouted: "Dad——"
Tang Shi'er was even more surprised, and then shouted: "Brother——"
"boom--"
Before Murong Yanran and the others could react, the coffin exploded with a bang, and a masked man burst out.
He threw away the gun that had been drained of bullets and stabbed Tang Pingfan with his backhand, aiming for a follow-up kill.
Song Hongyan's face turned pale instantly.
Although she had no feelings for Tang Pingfan, she couldn't bear to see him die in front of her.
"Zhuzi, go to hell!"
Seeing that the masked man wanted to take action, Tang Shi'er roared with grief and anger, then rushed over regardless.
With a bang, the masked man who was about to drop the knife was thrown to the ground by Tang Shi'er.
Just as he was about to strike with his backhand, Tang Shi'er roared and punched out:
"Go to hell!"
He punched the masked man in the sternum.
There was a loud noise, and the masked man's chest shook, his ribs were broken, and a stream of blood spurted out.
The knife in his hand also flew out.
"Ahhhh——"
Before Tang Shi'er could vent his hatred, he lifted up the masked man, and then punched him with more than a dozen punches as he fell in the air.
Bang bang bang, a series of sounds, the masked man was beaten by Tang Shi'er until he trembled repeatedly, and then fell back into the tomb with a plop.
More than a dozen Tang clan disciples swarmed up and took down the masked man.
The scene was filled with panic, slight panic, and unspeakable shock.
No one thought that there was a killer hidden in the coffin.
Murong Yanran also looked pale. She had no idea how her dead grandfather could turn into a killer and lie inside?
"Brother, big brother!"
Tang Shi'er turned back to Tang Pingfan and shouted: "Brother is still breathing, call an ambulance quickly..."
"Whoosh——"
Hearing that Tang Pingfan was still breathing, an invisible black light suddenly passed through the chaotic crowd.
Before even Ye Fan could figure out what was going on, a Tang clan disciple was already standing beside Tang Pingfan.
Without hesitation.
"Whoosh!"
A long and thin black light disappeared fleetingly.
The disciple of the Tang clan who was blocking Tang Pingfan's body was shocked and had a poisonous needle in his throat.
The light in his eyes dimmed instantly.
The blood seals the throat.
But when he fell, he raised his right hand weapon and hit the panicked crowd with a bang.
"flutter--"
A female guest in black approached quietly and was shot before she had time to dodge.
The bullet hit her abdomen.
A stream of blood spattered out.
The woman in black screamed and fell to the ground.
Ye Fan clearly saw that the cover of her Tissot watch was opened, and obviously the poisonous needle was shot out from inside.
