Urban Hidden Dragon

Dozens of people from the Duanmu family gathered around.

"What do you want to do?" Duanmu Roujia blocked Wang Han behind her.

"Roujia, get out of the way!" Duanmu Mingzhi looked over Duanmu Roujia's shoulder at Wang Han behind him.

Wang Han took a glance and found that these people were basically the faction that Duanmu Akihito said wanted to kill Wang Han.

When the atmosphere is tense.

A voice came.

"What do you want to do?"

Duanmu Mingyi led a few people and walked over here.

"Second brother, as an outsider, please stop coming to our Duanmu family and interfere with us. Look at me! Although our father was killed in a sneak attack by the Sui family, in the final analysis, it was not because of him!" Duanmu Mingzhi pointed at him. Wang Han.

"I know what you are thinking, but why bother? Our dad is gone, why are you still doing this? Is it interesting?" Duanmu Mingyi yelled angrily.

"Anyway, I don't agree with him attending our father's funeral. If anyone lets him in, I will fight with him!" Duanmu Mingwu stood behind Duanmu Mingzhi and said angrily.

Several others from the same faction as them also echoed.

"Then you come with me and give it a try!" Duanmu Mingyi didn't back down at all.

Both sides were getting angry.

Duanmu Akihito came over from a distance.

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

"Brother, you decide this matter! We firmly disagree with him attending the old man's funeral!" Duanmu Mingwu pointed at Wang Han.

Duanmu Mingren glanced at Wang Han and then said.

"It's all family!"

Duanmu Mingwu immediately said, "Who is in his family? Is he worthy of being in our family?"

"That's right!" Several other people echoed.

Duanmu Akihito cleared his throat, "Otherwise, let the people in the village vote! Let those who agree that Wang Han attend our father's funeral raise their hands!"

A glance.

Very few raised their hands.

Duanmu Akihito said, "Mingyi, I know what you are thinking, but you can't go against everyone's wishes. Wang Han is an outsider after all! What's more, our father's death has nothing to do with him! For everyone's sake, it's better not to Let him participate!”

"No!" Duanmu Mingyi waved his hand and was about to continue talking.

Wang Han interrupted Duanmu Mingyi's words, "I'll go in and offer incense to the old man, and then go to my mother's grave to offer incense, and then I'll go back! Is this okay?"

The Duanmu family looked at Wang Han with different expressions.

Just when Duanmu Mingyi wanted to talk to Wang Han, Wang Han said, "I came here just to offer incense and kowtow to my mother."

"I think it's okay! How about letting Wang Han go in and offer incense to the old man, kowtow at Jun Zhao's grave, and go back tomorrow?" Duanmu Akihito thought this was a compromise.

Duanmu Mingzhi suddenly sneered, "Sure! Make way!"

The group moved out of the way.

Wang Han walked towards the inside. Duanmu Roujia also wanted to pull Wang Han, but Wang Han walked too fast and failed to pull him.

"Second brother..."

Duanmu Mingyi looked at Wang Han's back and was silent for a long time without saying anything else.

If Wang Han insists on staying here, the people in the village will definitely have deep prejudices against Wang Han, which will not be a good thing for Wang Han's physical and mental health.

The funeral is the most important thing for the time being, and other matters will be decided later.

Many people in the village respect the old man very much, and their descendants all wear linen and mourn. Some of the long-term workers of the Duanmu family also wear linen and wear mourning.

Wang Han strode into the mourning hall.

Ignore the murderous looks of the younger generation of the Duanmu family.

Looking at the portrait of the old man.

Add incense.

He glanced at the old man's body, his face covered with a cloth.

I couldn't see his appearance clearly so I had to take another look at the portrait. The old man looked a little lean, but he looked amiable in the portrait.

After stopping for a moment, Wang Han turned around and walked towards the door.

As soon as they went out, Wang Han and Duanmulin asked about his mother's cemetery.

Duanmulin led Wang Han in one direction, ten minutes later.

Wang Han squatted in front of the tombstone and looked at the woman in the photo.

Take out the incense candles and offerings from the bag.

He glanced at Duanmulin and said, "Xiaolin, you go back first."

Duanmulin paused, knowing that Wang Han wanted to stay for a while, then turned around and went back.

Wang Han arranged the things one by one, looked at the photos on the tombstone, smiled, and repaired it again for a week.

Kneeling in front of the tombstone, Wang Han felt a little lost.

The feeling in his heart was very strange. Wang Han subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette and light one. He paused and stuffed the cigarette into his pocket.

He reached out and wiped the photo on the tombstone.

It's getting late.

I don't feel the slightest bit scared when I squat here. Instead, I feel that the wind is very gentle.

Wang Han scratched his head and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

Although he was raised by Di Lao, the person who brought Wang Han into this world is right in front of him. Even though heaven and man are forever separated, he still has a feeling of intimacy deep in his soul.

I don't want to cry, and I don't have any other emotions. My mind is empty.

Paper money burns.

Wang Han scratched his head and looked silly at the woman in the photo.

The woman in the photo looked at Wang Han with a smile.

All the paper money was burned, but Wang Han still knelt on the ground in confusion.

He smiled aimlessly at the woman in the photo again.

"Why don't you tell your mother?"

A voice came suddenly.

Wang Han stood up quickly in shock, turned around and looked back, and found that it was an old man wearing a tattered black cotton-padded jacket.

His gray-white hair is as messy and fluffy as weeds, his face is dark, his hands are inserted into each other's sleeves, he wears big black cotton pants, his legs are crossed, and on his feet is a pair of old-fashioned handmade cotton shoes with a hole in the front. Hole.

Sitting there, he acted like a member of the village intelligence organization.

This outfit looks too much like the attire of people from nearly a hundred years ago.

The old man took his hand out of his sleeve, which contained two sweet potatoes. He separated one and shook it at Wang Han.

Wang Han thought for a while and went over to take it.

The old man breathed out and took a bite of the roasted sweet potato.

"You're just kneeling and you don't say who you are? Your mother thinks you're from someone else's family!"

Wang Han knelt in front of the tomb and paused, "Mom, I am Wang Han."

"Tell your mother how you are doing now! Have you found a wife?"

"I've found her. My name is Su Qi. She's pregnant. She didn't come due to some special circumstances. I will take her to see you in the future."

The old man's body was swaying, and he was eating sweet potatoes while turning around.

"Go on, how's your kung fu?"

"It's transformed."

"Transformation? Real or fake?" The old man was stunned for a moment.

Wang Han flipped his hand, and Qi Body emerged from his palm.

The old man chuckled, "Sure! That old boy named Di is good at leading his apprentices."

Wang Han looked at the old man, not knowing who he was.

The old man took a bite of the sweet potato and said, "Then tell your mother what kind of job you do and how much you earn, so that your mother can rest assured."

Wang Han paused, "Invest in some business, with fixed assets of several hundred billion."

The old man stopped eating sweet potatoes and said, "Don't brag! What about fixed assets? Just tell me how much money you can take out of your pocket!"

Wang Han smiled dryly, "I have... well, I owe more than billion! Oh my god, can you help your son make a fortune!"

"What?" The old man stared with big eyes and his beard was trembling.

Wang Han immediately smiled and said, "I can definitely pay it off within a year!"

The old man looked Wang Han up and down, took a bite of sweet potato, and looked at Wang Han with a half-smile.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wang Han shook his head honestly, "I don't know."

"My name is Taishu Zangden!"