Chapter 532: Speech at the Funeral Hall, News About Wu Man

In the mourning hall, mournful music was playing on the gramophone.

In the midst of the mourning and music, the Wang family members in small groups wearing sackcloth and mourning looked at the people coming and going with complicated eyes.

At the funeral, there was no scene of relatives crying bitterly like in ordinary funerals. It was just depressing and terrifying, with a kind of calm before the storm.

In terms of receiving Zhang Zhiwei, the Wang family's etiquette was quite good. Although they led him to the elders' area, they did not take the liberty of assigning him a table that was already occupied, but opened a separate table for him.

There were only four people at the table: Zhang Zhiwei, Lu Ci, Lu Ren, and Lu Jin.

"You guys sit down for a while, and I'll go greet the other guests."

Wang Ai's aunt left after speaking.

There were some fruits, melon seeds, peanuts and other small snacks on the table. Zhang Zhiwei picked up a plate of melon seeds and concentrated on eating them, not caring about the surrounding situation.

On the other hand, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and the others were eating the fruits on the table while looking at the scene around them to see if any of their elders had arrived.

As the former head of the Wang family, Mrs. Wang has a high reputation, so there are many people coming to express condolences, from all sects and sects. Even the last time Mr. Lu celebrated his birthday, they only sent people to give gifts. The Gao family, who did not come in person, also sent people Came to express condolences.

It's just that the person who came was not the Gao family leader, but a middle-aged man with glasses and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. As soon as he arrived, he was polite to the Wang family leader, and the two seemed to be very familiar with each other.

After the Gao family, people from the Lu family and the Lu family also came. The person from the Lu family was still the head of the Lu family, but it was the Lu family. Not only the head of the Lu family, Lu Xuan, but also the old man Lu came, and several heads of the family came to pay homage to the seniors.

Old Mrs. Lu had a serious look on his face and had no intention of being polite. He waved his hands and comforted the head of the Wang family for a few words. Then he walked to the coffin and offered a stick of incense to Old Mrs. Wang. He paused there for a long time, muttering something in a low voice that was difficult for others to hear. if.

Old friends are dying one after another, like leaves falling in the wind. Although he and Mrs. Wang have a normal relationship, there are not many strangers in his time, and the grudges and grudges of the past have long been put aside.

Originally, he was thinking that although Mrs. Wang did not go to his birthday party last time, he had a lot of people. When the next birthday of Mr. Wang, he would come to see this old guy and the two sides settled their differences. However, he did not expect Birthday banquet, until the funeral, the past memories came to mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"I just saw the elders in the family. Even the grandpa is here. Brother Lu, Hedgehog, and Uncle Lu are also here. Should we continue sitting, or should we go and say hello first?!" Lu Jin asked eagerly.

"We ran away from home. If we go now, aren't we going to get into trouble? If you want to go, go by yourself!" Lu Ci held a knife and lowered his head to peel the orange without even looking at his elders.

"This... this is not good!" Lao Lu was considerate and filial, and could not act like he ignored his family.

"It's indeed something bad. Lao Qi, you stay here. Xiao Lu, let's go see him!" Lu Ren stood up and said.

Lu Jin nodded, and the two of them got up and left to meet their elders.

Seeing Lu Jin, the head of the Lu family and Mrs. Lu were both a little surprised. They thought Lu Jin was following Zuo Ruotong as a guest in Longhu Mountain, but soon they were both happy to see Lu Jin.

The head of the Lu family, on the other hand, severely reprimanded Lu Ren and asked Lu Ci where this bastard was and why he didn't come over to pay homage to his elders.

Last night, when he learned that Lu Ren and Lu Ci had left without authorization, he was shocked and angry. Why did they run away from home at this juncture? It is not difficult to imagine that they were going to deal with Quan Xing.

But they are all vicious, and they are still young. They go there so rashly. What if something goes wrong?

If these two bastards are caught, they will have to be sorted out, especially the youngest son Lu Ci. He will not be able to get out of bed for several days without beating him. His surname is not Lu.

The Lu family leader's anger was rising. At this time, Lu Ren pointed to Lu Ci's position and bravely wrote on the spot:

"Father, my brother is here to ask Senior Brother Zhang for advice on spiritual practice. After he finishes asking for advice, I will ask him to come over and apologize!"

"Senior Brother Zhang...you mean...little heavenly master?" The head of the Lu family looked in the direction of Lu Ren's finger, and sure enough he saw Zhang Zhiwei. It turned out that these brats did not act recklessly, but went to "abduct" Longhu. The little heavenly master of the mountain.

Thinking of this, even though Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Ci, one was eating melon seeds and the other was peeling fruit, and they didn't look like they were explaining the practice, most of his anger was gone, and he was not prepared to punish too much, so he He said in a deep voice:

"Since you are asking for advice on spiritual practice, let him go for now, and I will take care of him later as a father!"

Lu Ren breathed a sigh of relief and stood beside the head of the Lu family, accompanying him.

"Then you can go there too!" said the head of the Lu family.

Lu Ren felt like he was being pardoned and quickly walked back to his seat to sit down.

"What did father say?" Lu Ci asked.

"Father said he would take care of you when he gets back!" Lu Ren replied.

"He said so, then I can't go back!" Lu Ci said immediately.

After a while, Lu Jin also sat over.

"Why are you back and don't want to be a good boy in front of your elders?" Lu Ci sneered.

"Your Majesty also asked me to come over and listen to Senior Brother Zhang's lecture on spiritual practice!" Lu Jin snatched the orange that Lu Ci had just peeled and ate it.

"you……"

Lu Ci stood up and was about to get angry, but this was a mourning hall and the occasion was wrong. He glared at Lu Jin, sat down and continued cutting.

"By the way, where is Fatty? Why can't he be seen when we arrive at Wangjia Village?" Lu Jin asked while eating an orange.

"He should have gone to change into mourning clothes. By the way, he also took Yuan Jingui's head away. I wonder what he is going to do?!"

...

During the conversation, the people who came to pay their respects to the Tianshi Mansion also arrived. They were Uncle Zhang Shoucheng and one of his disciples.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Shoucheng nodded to the head of the Wang family at the door and said:

"Old Master Wang is a very remarkable person. Master Wang, please accept my condolences!"

"Thank you!"

The head of the Wang family bowed slightly and then said: "Brother Shoucheng, the young Tianshi has arrived. Do you want to sit at the same table with him?"

When he said that, he pointed to Zhang Zhiwei's seat.

Zhang Shoucheng followed the instructions and saw that there were only four juniors at Zhang Zhiwei's seat, so he declined the other party's proposal and planned to sit at the table with Taoist friends from the Zhengyi Sect.

At this time, Zhang Zhiwei felt Zhang Shoucheng's gaze and turned his head to look.

The two looked at each other, nodded, and looked away at the same time.

Other people's funerals are not places for small talk.

After Zhang Shoucheng took his seat, more people came one after another, and the funeral was about to begin.

Perhaps because the Wang family was still drawing people to track down Wu Man, the old man's funeral was much simpler than expected, and the scale was far less than that of the birthday banquet of Old Master Lu.

The mourning music was sad, and Wang Ai's aunt came to the side of the head of the Wang family with red eyes, pinching her eyebrows with her hands:

"Brother, almost everyone has come!"

The head of the Wang family did not answer immediately, until Wang Ai, who was wearing mourning clothes, walked into the mourning hall, and then nodded:

"During this period, everyone is busy outside, and I am relieved to leave my father's funeral to you."

"This is what I should do!" Aunt Wang Ai paused, hesitant to speak: "Brother, the whereabouts of the madman Wu Man..."

"There are some clues, I sent people to look for it, and there will be news soon. Don't worry, I will avenge my father!"

When saying this, the head of the Wang family had no expression on his face, but a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Wang Ai, who was wearing a plain white mourning dress, came over and said in a deep voice:

"Father, I'm ready."

"Xiao Ai, this is the eulogy!" Aunt Wang Ai handed Wang Ai a piece of paper.

Wang Ai took it and took a look. The paper was densely written with some of the life stories of Old Master Wang. He read it roughly and frowned:

"Aunt, I feel that Grandpa will not like these empty things!"

"Xiao Ai, I know you are sad, but everyone is like this, follow the rules!" Aunt advised.

Wang Ai nodded, holding a spherical bag in his hand, and walked onto the stage in the surprised eyes of everyone.

He glanced at the people in the audience, then looked at the manuscript in his hand, and read:

"Dear relatives and friends, fellow Jianghu, today we are in a very sad mood and deeply mourn the Wang family..."

Wang Ai read the manuscript, and the more he read, the more he felt his heart was blocked.

Inexplicably, he remembered some conversations between Zhang Zhiwei and Lu Ci in his mind. For a cultivator, the most important thing is to have a clear mind.

Is my mind clear now? Wang Ai asked himself.

Soon, he had the answer in his heart, clear what the hell, he was not clear now.

Wang Ai tore up the manuscript, took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, buried his face in the shadow, and said with blood in his tone:

"My grandfather is the one who loves me the most since I was a child, but not long ago, he was killed by Yuan Jingui and Wu Man, two Quanxing monsters."

"Now that Yuan Jingui is dead, I will never let Wu Man, the remaining Quanxing monster, go!"

After saying that, Wang Ai shook the spherical package in his hand, and a bloody head flew up and fell into his hand.

He walked off the stage with the head in both hands, walked to the coffin, and solemnly placed Yuan Jingui's head on the old man's spirit platform.

The people in the audience watched this scene and realized that the head was Yuan Jingui's.

This ugly little fat man, is he so temperamental? Everyone was puzzled.

At this time, warm applause broke out in the mourning hall.

Applauding enthusiastically at a funeral is definitely a disrespectful act. Who is so presumptuous?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was the head of the Wang family who was clapping.

The head of the Wang family ignored everyone's gaze and continued to clap his hands, looking at Wang Ai with a look of satisfaction. It turned out that this kid went out yesterday to get the head of Yuan Jingui...

Even if he knew that the reason why he could get Yuan Jingui's head was probably all due to Zhang Zhiwei, but knowing how to take advantage of the situation is also a kind of ability.

In any case, his kid has made progress!

Thinking back to not long ago, this kid could only hold a candied haws and follow the fat girl Guan Shihua's buttocks, looking naive and ignorant.

But in just a blink of an eye, it seemed that he had the courage to stand on his own. Sure enough, it was a wise choice to let him go to Longhu Mountain to make friends with the little Taoist priest.

Father, father, you used to worry about Xiao Ai the most. If your spirit in heaven saw this scene, you would definitely be relieved...

Patriarch Wang thought to himself that he had never cried since the old man passed away, but at this moment, he burst into tears.

With Patriarch Wang taking the lead, the second person to applaud was Old Master Lu.

Then came Patriarch Lu.

Soon, the applause became increasingly enthusiastic.

"Dare to show your head in front of so many people. I didn't expect the fat guy to be so brave!" Lu Ci clapped his hands vigorously.

"This is done in a serious manner!" Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

But at this moment, a cry came from the door, and everyone looked and saw a middle-aged man covered in blood and extremely embarrassed, appearing at the door of the mourning hall.

"Master, I have something important to report!"

"Wang Li, what happened?"

The head of the Wang family quickly walked over and helped the middle-aged man up.

"Master, I have traced the whereabouts of Wu Man, the omnipotent demon!" The middle-aged man named Wang Li leaned close to Master Wang's ear and whispered.

As soon as these words came out.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

The head of the Wang family said the word "good" three times in a row, and then he quickly asked Wang Li, was the injury on his body caused by Wu Man?

Wang Li reported in a low voice: "It was not Wu Man who was injured. On the way back, we encountered an ambush by some omnisexual monsters and lost a lot of people. I was the only one who escaped."

"When those monsters took action, they said that our young master, together with the young master of the Lu family, and the young master from the Tianshi Mansion, attacked Dawang Mountain at night. The young master massacred the people of the village in Dawang Mountain, and several young masters Disaster...torture and murder..."

Halfway through the words, the head of the Wang family quickly covered his mouth, shook his head and said: "You are seriously injured, so go down and heal first. We will talk about the details after the injury is stable!"

Afterwards, several young men from the Wang family came over and helped Wang Li leave.

But at this moment, a girl wearing a yellow suit, with fashionable and avant-garde short hair, dressed as an urban beauty from a hundred years ago, came over and said crisply:

"You can't help him like this, he's seriously injured and needs emergency treatment!"

While speaking, she took action directly and tapped Wang Li a few times with her delicate and slender fingers.

The wounds on Wang Li's body closed immediately. Although they were not completely healed, the blood was restored and the injuries were stabilized.

"Thank you, thank you!" Wang Li thanked him quickly.

"It's just a small matter." With a bright smile on her face, the girl immediately retreated to the junior room.

"Just one finger stopped the bleeding and stabilized the injury. Brother Li, your Jishi Hall has produced an incredible genius!" said a bald middle-aged man.

Hallmaster Li of Jishi Hall smiled and said: "Mr. Niu, this disciple of mine is a genius of the Duanmu family. He is indeed quite accomplished in medical skills, but his character is a bit too naughty!"

"It's normal for young people to be energetic. Speaking of which, I have a disciple named Wang Zizhong who is also outstanding in medical skills. Brother Li, why don't you let them get to know each other? Let's exchange experiences." Mr. Niu said.

"That's okay. Our two families can move around more!!"

Lu Ci looked at Lu Jin, pursed her lips at the urban girl, and said:

"I said, Lao Lu, look at everyone, they are all wearing ghost clothes. Why do they look like an educated youth, but you look like a prude, a fake foreign devil?"

"What are you farting on?" Lu Jin whispered, "I think you are forgetting your friends!"