The entire church scene and all the guests suddenly changed their colors.
People only felt that the air in the entire scene seemed to be tense, so oppressive that they could not breathe.
Zhou Ruotong's pretty face was stunned and stunned, and her delicate body slowly took two steps back.
This was the first time she had witnessed... murder.
This scene is too shocking.
It turns out that killing... can be that simple?
No need for a knife, no need for a gun.
Just by stretching out your fingers, you can... kill someone?
Why? Why is this man so calm and elegant in every move he makes?
As if, like completing a work of art?
There was silence.
Chen Zongheng slowly took out a square towel and wiped away the blood stains on his fingers.
In this world, no one... dares to rest on the shoulders of the God of Death.
On his shoulders was the sharpest medal in the entire Chinese continent.
Anyone who touches it will die.
Wiping his fingers clean, he continued to apply incense.
"I promised you before that I would light an incense stick for you at your funeral. Now, here I am."
Chen Zongheng's voice was faint, he held the incense in one hand, and just like that... he walked to the ice coffin step by step.
He stared dimly at Huang Honghui's rotting and smelly corpse in the ice coffin.
The corpse is still wearing a golden phoenix dragon robe, sniffing the golden threads, just like a real dragon's robe.
See what this corpse was wearing.
Chen Zongheng's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Again, the dragon robe embroidered with gold thread." His eyes murmured, but his voice became slightly colder.
A month ago, there was a funeral for the Huang family. Chen Zongheng had already warned the Huang family that they were not allowed to have a Kowloon gold coffin or wear a golden phoenix dragon robe.
But today...at the funeral of Second Young Master Huang, he...saw the combination of gold and dragon again.
The Huang family's memory is really bad.
"Do you know that this gold thread embroidery can only...be worn on what kind of person?"
Chen Zongheng's eyes became colder and colder as he stared at the corpse in the ice coffin and asked questions to himself.
"Throughout the ages, emperors, princes, generals and ministers...were able to wrap golden thread around silk and pierce the golden thread into the python."
"The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles. If Loulan is not destroyed, it will never be returned. Only one general can be named a marquis and two generals can be named commander... only then can he be worthy of this illustrious Nine Dragons totem."
"And you, who are not capable of carp leaping over the dragon's gate, and are just a young black man, how can you... be able to wear dragon clothes and enjoy the Nine Dragons Coffin?!"
This time, his voice was filled with cold murderous intent.
A totem of glory gained through hundreds of battles on the battlefield.
How could it be allowed to be worn wantonly by a mere gangster?
Do you really think this picture of a golden phoenix stabbing a dragon can be used by the world?
Without all kinds of meritorious deeds, how can you... be able to withstand the power of the Nine Dragons?!
This is a stain on the merit and glory.
Looking at the picture of the golden phoenix and the dragon for thousands of years, no one... can humiliate it wantonly.
No one can!
His right hand slowly raised.
Stretching towards the golden dragon coffin in front of him.
"How dare you?! Stop it!!" Suddenly, a sharp shout echoed through the church!
The old butler Huang Zhong looked furious, and his body dived quickly, turning into a frail shadow and charging towards Chen Zongheng!
He tried... to block Chen Zongheng's movements!
This is the funeral of the second young master.
The last funeral of the Huang family's son, the coffin was shattered, which made the Huang family... lose face.
And today, what if...at the second young master's funeral, the coffin was shattered again...
Then I'm afraid...the dignity of the entire Huang family will be wiped out!
From now on, he will become the laughing stock of the entire Shanghai and Jiangnan!
At this moment, it must be stopped!
Huang Zhong's old body burst out with a rapid and majestic murderous intention at this moment, charging towards Chen Zongheng. In his hand, a long knife was pointed towards... and he slashed Chen Zongheng's head!
And behind Huang Zhong, a large group of people in yellow-brown uniforms surged up instantly like a torrent!
All members of the Huang family rushed forward, trying to... stop Chen Zongheng!
The golden ice coffin of this second young master cannot be broken!
In front of the golden ice coffin, Chen Zongheng's eyes were dim. He simply...ignored the thousands of people surging up behind him.
He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the golden ice coffin.
"You're just an ant, how can you deserve this picture of Nine Dragons?"
Chen Zongheng's voice was cold, and the strength of his palms suddenly burst out.
"Crack!" The cracks in the Kowloon golden coffin spread instantly!
"Boom...!" An explosion!
The entire Kowloon golden coffin instantly exploded and shattered into golden debris that filled the sky.
A smell of corpses rose into the sky.
Huang Honghui's rotting corpse just... fell directly to the ground.
Death without burial.
In the entire church, all the guests... were heartbroken!
this.
The ice coffin of the second son of the Huang family was shattered... again?!
A month ago, the scene at the funeral of Mr. Huang... actually happened again... again!
The ice coffin shattered and the body fell to the ground.
This is simply disrespectful at a funeral.
"Uh... you! How dare you insult my second young master!!" Huang Zhong's eyes were furious, and his body was like lightning. He rushed over quickly, and the terrifying long knife slashed off Chen Zongheng's head!
A room of lightning and thunder.
Chen Zongheng slowly turned around, and his right hand turned into a dragon claw.
Like a real dragon's claws, tearing through the air.
At that moment, he was like...a real dragon descending from the earth, looking down at the people under his pupils!
"Pfft." The dragon claw of his right hand fiercely... penetrated Huang Zhong's left chest.
Along his back, it penetrated out.
At that moment, the air... seemed to freeze.
Behind him, the dark sea of people also stopped.
Everyone's eyes were wide open...glazed and in disbelief.
Huang Zhong's whole body was sluggish, hanging on the spot.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief... at the hand that came out of his chest.
His pupils were filled with shock, horror, and horror.
He trembled slightly again, raised his head, and stared at Chen Zongheng in front of him in disbelief.
‘Clang.’ The long knife in his hand fell to the ground.
His body was trembling.
Not because of the severe pain, but because of... the look in the eyes of the young man in front of me at this moment.
That kind of look, contempt for the common people.
That kind of look is unparalleled in the world.
It was as if all the powerful princes, generals and marshals in the world were nothing but ants in front of him.
Huang Zhengming, who has been running rampant on the battlefield for decades, has never seen such a terrifying look in his eyes.
This look is comparable to the stars in the universe.
At one glance, all the people trembled.
"Pfft." Huang Zhong simply couldn't bear the terrifying look in this young man's eyes and spit out a mouthful of bloody blood.
His body seemed to have aged instantly.
His face was pale.
And, Chen Zongheng's right hand slowly... came out from his left chest.
Yes, every inch is taken out.
Huang Zhong's body trembled with severe pain.
Finally, Chen Zongheng's right hand was completely withdrawn.
On the palm of his right hand, impressively...grabbing Huang Zhong's bloody and beating heart!
Huang Zhong's heart was just... held in Chen Zongheng's hand.
The heart was beating in the palm of my hand, very chaotic.
Huang Zhong's face turned pale, and there were still several blood vessels connected between his heart and the blood hole in his chest.
Apparently he was still alive, but... he had been dug out of his chest.
"You were once a soldier. I gave you two chances."
Chen Zongheng held his heart with his right hand and his voice was cold.
"It's a pity that you never looked back."
"You willingly become an affiliate of the underworld forces and help the evildoers do evil."
Every word he said was like a sharp knife piercing Huang Zhong's body.
The blood in Huang Zhong's mouth continued to overflow and could not be stopped at all.
Chen Zongheng's eyes were slightly cold, with a hint of murderous intent.
"Since you can't go back, then, I will take back your life for the country..."
Suddenly, his right hand pinched hard.
"Pfft!" Huang Zhong's heart in the center of his palm was crushed instantly...
"Uh..." Huang Zhong had no time to resist, let alone howl.
His pupils widened in disbelief.
Then his body fell straight to the ground.
Blood stained the entire ground red.
Huh~!
Throughout the church, all the guests present looked pale!
Shocked, horrified, unbelievable!
Everyone's heart was trembling violently.
The Huang family... The Huang family's manager, who was under one person but had more than a thousand people, Senior Huang Zhong... was actually... killed like this??
this.
This is simply shocking.
Once upon a time, Huang Zhong held a long sword and swept across the south of the Yangtze River. He became the powerful general of the Huang family.
At that time, Huang Zhong's name was powerful in Jiangnan.
But, at this moment.
This Jiangnan tycoon actually had his heart crushed and died like this?