Wan Heyu snorted coldly: "Are you brave enough to say that?"
"Tell me what's going on. If you can't satisfy me, be careful of your life." Wan Heyu's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"yes."
Protector Li explained in detail what happened in the manor hall.
After listening to what Protector Li said.
Wan Heyu and others fell silent.
After a long time, Zeng Guofan finally let out a breath: "Thankfully, I didn't act rashly after learning about the death of the Holy Lord. I didn't expect that little girl Xiang Zhu to use the death of the Holy Lord to trick us."
Wan Heyu looked at the people below: "What do you think of this incident?"
"Nine times out of ten, it's true." An elder sighed and said, "Otherwise, it's just a show, and Uncle He and the Saint wouldn't be able to look like that."
Zeng Guofan retorted: "What if someone's acting skills are good? We're going to take action now, but we bump our heads against the muzzle of the gun! We have to be careful!"
"Zeng Guofan, what do you mean? Is it possible that I will harm Vice Leader Wan again?"
"For people like you, your IQ is too low."
"Who are you saying has a low IQ?"
The whole house suddenly became noisy.
Wan Heyu, who was already in an extremely unhappy mood, listened to their quarrel and slapped his hands on the table: "That's enough! Are you done yet?"
As soon as Wan Heyu opened his mouth, a group of noisy elder guardians all shut up and looked at Wan Heyu.
Wan Heyu took a deep breath: "Let's explore the truth."
"How to find out the truth?" A group of people looked at each other.
"The leader was very kind to us. Now that he has passed away, he will naturally go to pay incense and visit him. Then it will be clear whether the body is that of the Holy Master." Wan Heyu said.
Only then did a group of people come back to their senses.
Yes, they have been arguing here for a long time, why not see with your own eyes whether the leader is dead or alive.
But then, they ran into another problem.
Who is going?
The relationship between the two parties is like fire and water. Who knows whether it is safe or not after this.
Naturally, no one wants this kind of hard work.
Wan Heyu said with a smile: "The Holy Lord has been so kind to me, how about I go?"
A group of people below hurriedly persuaded: "Now that the Holy Master has fallen, and all the deputy leaders are busy with everything, how can they go there in person?"
Zeng Guofan said: "Besides, who knows what Uncle He and Xiang Zhu are thinking. They kidnapped the Holy Lord. What if they are ambitious and insist on getting rid of you?"
Wan Heyu just talked casually about how he could really go.
"Then you tell me, who should go?" Wan Heyu pretended to be sad.
No one below was willing to speak.
"Zeng Dharma Protector Bo Yuntian, why don't you go?" the elder who had quarreled with Zeng Guofan suggested.
"Fuck you, why don't you go?" Zeng Guofan scolded.
The elder was not angry and said with a smile: "I remember that you were just a small criminal in the beginning. It was the Holy Lord who brought you back and taught you so that you can be where you are today. Now that the Holy Lord is dead, you go and worship him."
Isn’t it appropriate to sacrifice?”
Zeng Guofan retorted: "What about you? You used to lose all your money in business, and your wife ran away with someone else. If the Holy Lord hadn't helped you, where would you be today?"
Wan Heyu frowned as he listened to the conversation between the two.
Not only Wan Heyu, but also everyone present felt heavy-hearted by the words of these two people.
What happened between Zeng Guofan and this elder was not a special case.
In other words, everyone present is what they are today because of the help of the Holy Lord.
Zeng Guofan's words to this elder resonated with many people.
"Shut up!" Wan Heyu shouted.
If these two people continue to talk, everyone will think of the Holy Lord's kindness to them, which will shake the morale of the army: "Leave it to you two bastards, no one can say anything."
The elder and Zeng Guofan looked at each other, somewhat speechless.
Having said that.
The overall atmosphere in the manor has hit rock bottom.
People kept coming in from outside the manor to worship the Holy Lord.
Most of these people stood in a neutral position in the battle between Xiang Zhu and Wan Heyu.
But it doesn't mean that they really have no feelings for the Holy Lord.
The body of the Holy Lord has now been placed in the crystal coffin, lying quietly inside for those who come to pay their respects.
Xiang Zhu stood aside with dull eyes. After every person paid their respects, she would come forward to thank them.
The people who came to worship Xiang Zhu sighed secretly in their hearts when they saw Xiang Zhu's dejected appearance.
Everyone who came here knew Xiang Zhu's current situation. Although they wanted to help her, when they thought of Wan Heyu's power at this time, they all shook their heads and said nothing. No one said anything about helping her.
Lin Xiaofeng has been by Xiang Zhu's side, comforting her.
Fatty Huang, Pang Chen and Qing Shui did not accompany them in the mourning hall. Instead, Uncle He arranged a room and rested.
Suddenly, someone at the door shouted: "Zeng Dharma Protector, Elder Wang has come to worship!"
Everyone in the hall was shocked.
Everyone knows that Zeng Dharma protector and Elder Wang are from Wanheyu.
At this time, Zeng Guofan and Elder Wang walked in from the door side by side.
The neutral elders and protectors who had kindly spoken to Xiang Zhu and comforted her hurriedly walked to the edge of the mourning hall, fearing that they would be caught in the fight between the two parties.
The loyal ministers of the Holy Lord all stared at the two of them fiercely, their eyes were blazing, and they wanted to eat them both.
Zeng Guofan and Elder Wang looked at the eyes of these people, and their hearts trembled, fearing that they would suddenly take action.
"What are you doing here?" An elder named Niu, who had a rather irritable personality, stopped directly in front of the two of them: "Get out of here!"
Zeng Guofan smiled dryly: "Elder Niu, this makes no sense. The Holy Lord has passed away. I have received great favor from the Holy Lord, so naturally I have to come to worship."
"I'm afraid it's a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a rooster, isn't it well-intentioned?" Elder Niu looked him up and down.
"Who do you think is the weasel?" Elder Wang was already sent to do this job and was unhappy. Now he was even more furious: "Watch the tone of your words. Don't fall into my hands in the future. Begging for mercy is useless.
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Elder Niu said: "Two traitors, get out of here."
"Uncle Niu, regardless of their position, since they are here to worship my father, let them do it." Xiang Zhu said a little lonely.
"Holy girl, this." Elder Niu clenched his fists, but Xiang Zhu had already spoken, what else could he do?
"After you bow, get out of here!" Elder Niu stepped aside.
Zeng Guofan and Elder Wang came to the crystal coffin and looked at the corpse lying inside. It turned out to be the Holy Lord.
The two of them were convinced at this time, received the incense candles, and really kowtowed and offered incense to the Holy Lord.
Regardless of their positions, the Holy Lord's kindness to them is genuine.
After the two of them offered incense to the Holy Lord sincerely, they left the manor impatiently.
Lin Xiaofeng looked at the backs of the two of them and sighed: "I'm afraid Wan Heyu will take action."
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