Chapter five hundred and seventieth public fundraising blood case
Lingshan Cemetery occupies a large area, occupying almost half of the entire slope of Beiling Mountain.
From bottom to top, they are all densely packed with public offerings.
Even though the weather is good today, it is still very cold and windy when walking in it! Many pines and cypresses are planted in the cemetery, which divides the entire cemetery into many small gardens, and Yuan Wenhao’s cemetery was chosen in
It is located in a small garden to the south.
This location is not the best in the public collection, but from the perspective of Feng Shui, it is also an excellent cemetery, and Yuan Wenhao's tomb is the best one in this small garden.
When Hong Hu brought Ye Xiu to the small garden, the people who came to attend the funeral were already standing there.
There were not many people, only about thirty or forty people, most of whom were core members of the Wuxiang Sect, and there were also a few big bosses from other gangs in the Shu capital.
Among them, Tang Yanwu, whom Ye Xiu knew, was in a position that relied more on money.
Today, she did not wear the bright red leather coat, but put on a black peony cheongsam, with her black hair tied behind her head, revealing her delicate face.
But at this moment, this delicate face was filled with bitterness.
Yuan Wenhao, the man who became the number one person in Shu with the help of Ye Xiu, died like this.
Logically speaking, she should be very happy in her heart. After all, Wuxiang Sect became the number one in the Shu capital, but stepped on their Tang Sect to reach the top, but there was no joy in her heart, and there was only a touch of pain.
There is also a slight worry.
She also knew the cause of Yuan Wenhao's death. Considering Yuan Wenhao's identity, he was also raped. What on earth was the person behind the scenes going to do?
Cause turmoil in the entire Shu capital?
And profit from it?
She was puzzled. Shudu had been peaceful for too long. If an underground war really broke out, how many people would die?
It wasn't until she saw Ye Xiu's arrival that Tang Yanwu felt a little better.
No matter what, Ye Xiu is still here, and with his current reputation in the Shu capital, even if the hand behind his back wants to do something, it won't be easy.
Ye Xiu nodded towards Tang Yanwu and went straight to the front.
The tomb has already been dug, and a gorgeous sarcophagus is placed inside. Yuan Wenhao's urn is placed in front of the stone tablet in front of the tomb.
A little girl who was a little over three years old was kneeling there with a face full of sadness. Looking at the little girl's sad look, Ye Xiu actually felt a pain in his heart.
What a lovely little girl, but she lost her parents in just six months. How cruel is this for her?
The funeral officially begins.
The invited priest began to pray. After the prayer, Nalanchu and Apu walked up and prepared to put the urn into the sarcophagus according to the procedure. Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiaoyuan, who had been silent all the time, hugged the urn and directly
burst into tears.
"No, I don't want to bury my father in it, I don't want..." "Xiaoyuan, be good, listen to uncle..." "I don't listen, I don't listen, I want my dad, I don't want my dad to leave me... wu wu wu
..." The little girl's chubby little hands hugged Yuan Wenhao's urn tightly. No matter how Nalanchu and A'Bo tried to persuade her, she refused to let go.
That childish cry poured deeply into the hearts of everyone in this peaceful cemetery.
Everyone feels as if their heart is blocked by something.
Tang Yanwu, as the head of the Tang Sect and a powerful figure in the underground world of Shu, could not help but burst into tears at this moment.
Even Ye Xiu felt uncomfortable and panicked at this moment.
Yuan Wenhao, you damn well left, what do you want your daughter to do in the future?
"Xiaoyuan, be good, my father must be buried in peace..." "I don't want it, I just don't want it, I just want my father... Wuwuwu..." Ye Xiu's heart was about to break.
At this moment, cold tears overflowed from his eyes. He took a deep breath to prevent the tears from falling from his eyes. He strode to the front of the tombstone, squatted down and touched it gently.
Xiaoyuan turned her head and said softly: "Good boy, mom is watching you in the sky. If you cry like this, mom will be sad..." "Mom?"
Yuan Xiaoyuan looked at Ye Xiu with a blank expression.
"Yes, my mother has been in the sky for a long time and is very lonely. My father has to go and stay with her. If he doesn't get on the road, he won't be able to catch up..." "Really?"
Yuan Xiaoyuan looked at Ye Xiu innocently.
"real!"
This is the first time Ye Xiu has lied so sincerely! "Then I will go too..." Yuan Xiaoyuan said stubbornly.
"You are still young, and it's very cold in the sky. You can't take care of yourself. When you grow up, learn skills, and be as powerful as your father, you can find them..." "That's it, but I still can't let them go... Wuwu
"Ugh..." Yuan Xiaoyuan cried again, but her hands holding the urn had been loosened! "Good boy, you still have an uncle and a brother. From now on, your brother will accompany you..." "Really?"
Will brother always stay with Xiaoyuan?"
I don't know if it was because of Ye Xiu's kind words, or because she had seen Ye Xiu save her before, but Yuan Xiaoyuan stopped crying and looked at Ye Xiu.
"Well! Brother will always be with you!"
Ye Xiu tried his best to put a smile on his face and said to Yuan Xiaoyuan.
"Brother is so kind..." Yuan Xiaoyuan finally released her hands holding the urn.
Okay?
If you are good enough, how can you lose your father?
But he sighed silently in his heart.
Ye Xiu held Yuan Xiaoyuan in his arms, stretched out his hand and handed the ashes to A'Bo.
A'Bo and Nalan Chu also had tears in their eyes. They silently put away the urn, held it in both hands, and walked towards the sarcophagus.
"Brother, I still feel so uncomfortable..." As soon as she let go, Yuan Xiaoyuan whispered again.
"If you still want to cry, just cry?"
Ye Xiu hugged Yuan Xiaoyuan and walked back, sighing softly.
"No, mom and dad are watching from the sky. I don't want to cry, I want to be strong...wuwuwuwu..." Yuan Xiaoyuan shook her head stubbornly, but as soon as she finished speaking, she started crying again! Ye Xiu silently patted her head.
Yuan Xiaoyuan's back thoughts didn't know what to say.
"Brother, who is that kid?"
As a result, at this time, Yuan Xiaoyuan suddenly stopped crying and pointed forward.
"Child?"
Everyone's hair stood on end. Yuan Wenhao was buried today and the entire cemetery was sealed off. No one could enter except for them. How could there be other children here besides you?
Isn't this a ghost sighting in the daytime?
As a result, everyone looked in the direction of Yuan Xiaoyuan's finger, and sure enough they saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy walking out of the pine trees.
The little boy was wearing a bright red gown that almost reached the ground, and his immature face was grinning at everyone...