The humble villain

"If you need me to do anything in the future, I, Zheng Hu, will repay you with my life."

Brother Hu, please get up quickly. Lin Fan helped Zheng Hu up again.

This long sword is the testimony of the reconciliation between my two brothers.

I hope Brother Tiger can do good things after this disaster, and not do such things in the future. In fact, it is not the fault of others for being cruel and ruthless, they are also victims!

well!!!!!!

Lin Fan sighed heavily.

At this moment, Zheng Hu seemed to have thought of something, and a look of determination appeared in his eyes.

Brother Hu, I am really injured, so I will not keep you here for a drink today.

Zheng Hu showed a look of worry on his face and quickly helped Lin Fan onto the bed.

My dear brother, please take good care of yourself. I am sorry for bothering you today. When you recover from your injuries, I will definitely hold a banquet to apologize.

Then he turned and left, closing the door gently as he left, as if he was afraid of disturbing Lin Fan.

Lin Fan was lying on the bed with a strange smile on his face. He stared at the roof, wondering what he was thinking!

The next morning.

Outside Fang Qing's residence

Funeral flowers made of white satin were hung high in front of the door. Two white lanterns were hung at the door, and the words "葬" (die in Chinese) on them looked particularly eye-catching.

In the courtyard of Fang Qing's house, there was a chorus of weeping.

The servants of the Fang Mansion wore black robes with a wide white belt around their waists, and kept shuttling back and forth under the scorching sun.

The mourners who came to pay their respects were led into the hall one by one.

The funeral held for his grandson by Elder Fang Qing was a grand occasion.

Thousands of noble warriors gathered in Fang Mansion. The whole Fang Mansion was crowded with people, and all kinds of rare and exotic animals were displayed outside.

People from all the noble families, no matter what they were doing, dropped what they were doing and came to pay their respects. Mourners flocked in like a tide.

Ordinary warriors rarely hold funerals, because from the moment they embark on the path of martial arts, they have already put life and death aside.

But Fang Qing still insisted on doing it!

All arrangements were made according to the normal procedures. Just for a glimmer of hope that was not even hope, the soul returned in seven days.

The pass, the soul-calling sail, and the soul-guiding lamp are all expensive magical instruments.

The purpose of doing all this was simply because he wanted to hear Fang He call him grandpa again.

Fang Qing sat in the hall in a daze, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his originally youthful face with white hair.

He looked haggard, with indescribable sadness and sorrow, and it was obvious that he had exhausted himself.

Facing the guests who came to mourn, he completely forgot to stand up to greet them. But everyone could understand Fang Qing's feelings at the moment.

Several sons died in battle in their early years, leaving behind only Fang He's only grandson.

One can imagine how much Fang Qing cares about it.

Now this last bit of concern was gone. He seemed to have become a walking corpse without any support.

At this moment, he was no longer the powerful elder of the Fang family, but just a grandfather who had lost his grandson.

"Master, it's time!"

An old servant stepped forward slowly, bowed and said:

Fang Qing raised his head slightly and glanced at him, then came back to his senses and nodded at him.

Almost at the same time Fang Qing nodded, a horn sounded in the hall, respectfully sending the dead soul to the underworld.

Then I heard the old servant shout:

A bow! "Respectfully send the deceased to the west."

Bow again! "May the deceased rest in peace on his way."

Three kowtows! "Respectfully send the deceased to the path of immortality."

As the words fell, everyone came forward to pay their respects and burn incense. The sound of weeping in the field became increasingly uncontrollable, it was so miserable.

Just then!!!!!!!!!!

"Ah~~~~~~~"

An even more miserable and sad voice came from outside the hall.

I saw a handsome young man in sackcloth and mourning cloth, rushing into the hall at lightning speed and grabbing the old servant by the collar.

He shouted with a look of grief and indignation:

What did you say? Say it again if you have the guts. Fang He is not dead. I tell you he is not dead.

Lin Fan! What are you doing here? Get out of here. Today is Master Fang He's funeral. Wait until after the funeral to discuss anything.

Manager Fang immediately jumped out and shouted with displeasure:

“Pah~~~~~~”

A loud slapping sound echoed throughout the mourning hall.

Lin Fan suddenly slapped Manager Fang hard in the face.

He was knocked to the ground with such force that Manager Fang's face was deformed.

Who do you think you are? How dare you slander my brother Fang again? I said Fang He is not dead!

This scene frightened everyone present. Those attending the funeral were all from aristocratic families. They had never seen such a scene, where someone was beating the steward of the Fang family.

"Is Lin Fan crazy?"

What kind of operation is this? Who gave him the courage?

The sound of whispering rang out in an instant.

But Lin Fan was not afraid at all. He threw the old servant to the ground and roared:

"Tell me Fang He is not dead, just tell me!"

How could the old servant dare to say this? Lin Fan saw that he got no response.

Finally, she burst into tears and knelt down in front of Fang He's body. She stroked Fang He's body and shouted:

Brother Fang, a while ago, we were drinking and discussing martial arts every day, but why did you fall asleep today?

You must be drunk. Your talent is unprecedented in history, and you are so powerful that you can shake the continent.

You haven't reached the pinnacle of martial arts yet!

How can you just lie down like this? Get up!

Manager Fang stared at Lin Fan with a look of resentment. This little bastard actually dared to slap him in public, making him lose face.

In the future, he will be unable to live or die.

But even though he was filled with resentment, Manager Fang did not dare to take action at Fang He's funeral. He could only suppress his resentment temporarily.

Lin Fan, please stand up! Don't disturb He'er's rest.

A figure appeared behind Lin Fan and said sadly.

How he hoped that Fang He was just drunk as Lin Fan said.

"Brother Fang is not dead, right? They are all lying to me, right?"

He'er was already dead.

At this moment, Fang Qing could no longer control the tears in her eyes, and big tears rolled down her cheeks.

What he wanted to hear was not condolences or respectful wishes for the deceased to become an immortal.

But someone could tell him firmly like Lin Fan did. Fang He was not dead, he was just drunk, and he would stand up after he sobered up.

This is also the reason why Fang Qing could tolerate Lin Fan's mischief until now.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Fang He was indeed dead.

Faner, get up!!!

After hearing this, Lin Fan could only stand up and stand aside crying.

The funeral continues

Fang Qing picked up Fang He's body and placed it in a coffin made of spiritual jade.

Fang He lay peacefully inside, his complexion rosy and his face as handsome as jade. There was no trace of injury on his body, it really looked as if he was asleep.

Fang Qing personally put the burial objects in one by one. It can be said that there is everything, along with the Ghost Water Sword.

Fang Qing then reluctantly closed the coffin, and then signaled the servants to carry the coffin down for burial.

After doing all this, Fang Qing seemed to have used up all his strength and slumped down in the chair.

At this moment, a sudden voice sounded from the courtyard.

My eldest brother, Yun'er and He'er have died one after another. I think the most urgent task is to select a successor as soon as possible and train him!

Otherwise, when the time comes and there is a shortage of food, who will protect our family business?

Fang Qing looked up in the direction of the voice.

A man with black hair, thin cheeks and a goatee said:

The person who spoke was Fang Qing's third brother "Fang Shi".

Third brother, whatever you think, you can wait until after He'er's funeral to discuss it. Do you have to speak out now and let everyone laugh at us?

Fang Qing's eyes widened as he shouted:

Brother, there are some things that will have to be decided sooner or later. Since everyone is here today, why not ask them to be witnesses?

It can be considered as a good thing!

Facing Fang Qing's scolding, Fang Shi was not afraid at all and acted in an aggressive manner.