Ultimate Pawn

Early in the morning, four o'clock.

The sky was gray, and there was a drizzle in the sky.

A series of luxury cars hung with local photographs, driving from all sides of the city.

Rows of luxury cars, almost involuntarily... formed a long line of convoys... drove towards the Drum Tower Cathedral a few kilometers away...

This morning, there is only one destination for the long queues of these luxury convoys, and that is...hurry up to attend the funeral of Prince Huang Family and Huang Xuyang!

The rain curtain intertwined and swayed with the wind.

In front of the Gulou Cathedral, there is already a crowd of people.

The entire, huge medieval cathedral is hung with endless snow-white cotton and linen silk and satin, forming a white palace.

Ahead, in front of the huge church square, a pot of snow-white daisies and gladiolus, intertwined and spread, forming an endless sea of ​​flowers.

According to Jiangnan customs, the funeral of the deceased, giving the deceased white chrysanthemum and gladiolus, has shown eternity, sorrow, remembrance and nostalgia for the dead.

Therefore, the sea of ​​flowers is full of flowers to pay homage to the dead.

Everything is just to hold a funeral of the century for Prince Huang, Huang Xuyang...

One after another ‘Shanghai A’ local luxury cars, their lights flickered, slowly approaching from a distance in the rain.

One after another luxury cars parked almost the entire Gulou Church.

From all over the world, from Jiangnan and Shanghai, at this moment...have come...to attend the funeral of Prince Huang's family!

Countless guests, all dressed in black, decorated with a white tulip on their chests, to show respect for the dead.

Huang Xuyang, the crown prince of the Huang family, fell overnight.

His myth,

This is the end.

The Huang family has been on the beach for a hundred years.

How can the funeral of Prince Huang's family be casual?

Therefore, today's funeral is of unprecedented scale.

Such a battle is almost comparable to a state funeral!

Even the female welcoming guests at the entrance of the church are well-known first-line female models in Jiangnan.

It can be imagined, how big is this Huang Family's pomp?

The Huangmen Patriarch, Huang Zhengming, with one hand on his back, just stood in front of the highest steps of the church, overlooking everything underneath.

His figure is calm, his complexion is indifferent, it seems...can't see any emotional fluctuations.

It seems that the master of today's funeral... is not like his own son.

However, the sake in his hand would occasionally tremble twice.

When a person hides his anger in the deepest part of his heart... only then can he show such a calm calmness.

His son died, but he was still so calm and indifferent.

This Huang Zhengming's forbearance was shocking.

Such a person...deservingly, the lord of Jiangnan's century-old hero!

Suddenly, an old man appeared from the dark, his back was extremely low, almost becoming a right angle.

"Master, there is no news of the murderer...the entire city archives, there is no trace of him..."

"This person... this person is like... out of thin air."

The old man's complexion was a bit complicated, and he reported carefully.

‘Click. The crystal cup in the hands of the Huangmen Patriarch was instantly pinched with a crack.

"After my son's funeral... the whole city is sealed off... even if you search the whole city, you have to get him out of me." Huang Zhengming's voice was cold, without the slightest mood swing.

However, the murderous intent emanating from the words caused the air around him to suddenly cool down.

The old man's body trembled, and no one understood better than him, the meaning of the words, the master!

Block the whole city? Search all over the city!

This, the Hundred Years Huang Family...is going to come out of the nest!

The Huang family, which has been silent for nearly a hundred years, is now...because of the third generation of heirs, Huang Xuyang's death... is going to come out of the nest? !

The sky in the south of the Yangtze River is afraid that it will be shaken completely.

"Father..." Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.

I saw a young man in a black suit pacing slowly.

He is the second son of the Huang family, Huang Honghui.

He was only in his early twenties, although he was young... but he was full of sharp murderous intent. At the age of twenty, he has no idea how many lives he has killed and abused.

Hearing the voice of the second son, Huang Zhengming slowly put down the defective crystal cup.

A simple word quelled his endless murderous intent.

"Honghui, you are here."

Huang Zhengming's eyes were a little softer.

Today, the eldest son is dead.

Huang Zhengming has only his last son left to inherit the family business.

The face of the second son, Huang Honghui, also had an expression of patience, but it was far worse than his father.

Both knew in their hearts that they had to endure today.

The century-old dignity of the Huang family cannot be lost on this funeral.

No matter how angry there is, today's funeral must be concluded without any difference.

Huang Zhengming slowly walked down the steps, and no one could see his joy and anger.

However, no one would come forward to touch his mold at this time.

His Huang Family... is in full swing...

No one here can withstand the blow of an angry lion.

A pillar of fragrance was handed over from the hand of the waitress to Huang Zhengming.

Accompanied by the prayers of the priest on the stage, the guests became more silent, and the air seemed to freeze.

In front of the church, stood a row of stunning maids in red cheongsam.

Every one of them had a dull and frightened expression on their faces.

These women are the funeral maids of Prince Huang Xuyang.

Waiting for them will be buried with Huang Xuyang, the proud man of heaven...!

Huang family, a century-old incense. Prince Huang is dead, how can there be no one to bury him?

Since... the eldest son Huang Xuyang... loved beauty most. Then his father Huang Zhengming prepared ten top maids for him, and buried them together with his son!

The burial of living people, such a battle, can be described as shocking and outrageous!

However, no one in the entire funeral church... dared to speak and criticize.

The group of burial maids had no choice.

Their faces were horrified and dull... They were all threatened and persecuted. At this time, they were imprisoned for several days, bullied and abused... They were also hypnotized and brainwashed by a professional brainwasher.

They were completely sluggish at this time, like walking corpses, they could only be mermaid and let themselves be buried.

In the center of the huge circular platform of the church, there is a huge dragon coffin lying horizontally!

The coffin is made of golden silk phoebe, and it is made extremely luxurious. On the coffin, there is also a real dragon relief carved!

At this time, the corpse of Huang Xuyang, the son of Huang's family, was lying quietly and peacefully in the coffin.

His body, put on makeup by the groomer, is very peaceful and peaceful.

She was also wearing a golden Kowloon cheongsam.

According to ancient customs, after a person died, wearing a Nine Dragon Robe, he could be reborn as a general after death. Light Frieze I!

The coffin full of gold and jade carved with dragons and phoenixes set off the dead as if the emperor had descended.

Even the ancient kings are nothing but you!

However, it was the hideous blood hole on his forehead that was shocking.

What is it hurt by this?

A breakdown is directly killed.

Although this hideous hole wound was covered, it still couldn't hide the terrible trace of blood.

The cause of Huang Xuyang's death, the public obituary of the Huang family is: Huang Xuyang was killed in a car accident.

But, what kind of car accident...can pierce his entire head?

Regarding this matter, no one in the know dared to speak. Because they were all sealed.

Those who didn't know were surprised in their hearts, but they could only discuss quietly behind the scenes.

No one dares to really question it.

The eldest son of the Huang family, but died in a car accident, there is no room for doubt.

The huge church of thousands of square meters is almost full of people.

The darkness was overwhelming, and the guests from all sides were all in black, with solemn expressions.

Pay homage to the dead.

In front of the carved dragon's coffin, a priest, with his hands on his head, is saving the soul of the dead.

"The Almighty Father of God, you are the source of life, and you have saved us through the Son Jesus... You are the Son, he is God, and you and the Holy God, the eternal king, amen."

All the guests present bowed their heads and prayed together with the priest to see the dead souls off.

Huang Xuyang was standing quietly at this time. He was dressed in a neat black suit. Although he was only in his early fifties, his hair was a little white.

Lao Lai lost his son, the head of the Huang Family, one of the biggest heroes in Jiangnan, turned his head all night.

His second son, Huang Honghui, with an extremely cold expression, stood behind his father.

The death of the eldest brother, for Huang Honghui, was the fall of an idol. That kind of heartache made him sad.

Huang Honghui has always regarded his eldest brother as an idol, and his abilities have overwhelmed the world...a business man.

Qian Zehong aspires to surpass his eldest brother and become a young and handsome arrogant like his elder brother. Eventually works for the family.

But today everything... is gone.

Big brother is dead.

There is only one funeral left to see him off.

At the last moment, the priest ended his prayer.

The lord of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming lit a fragrance and slowly raised his eyes to the sky to worship.

"My son, go well..."

The overwhelming hatred in my heart can only tolerate it at this time.

Huang Honghui slowly stepped forward, and did not make any gesture of supporting his father. Instead, he placed the rare treasure he had been looking for for days on top of the coffin.

"Brother...I hope this rare pearl can illuminate the broad road for you to reach the top of the world in the next life."

This sentence is not only for the sleeping person, but also for the person who is temporarily immersed in pain...

Huang Zhengming looked at the youngest son not far away, his heart warmed, but he slowly stepped off the stage.

He didn't say much, but even if he didn't say a word, in the eyes of everyone, it weighed more than 10,000 sentences.

Everyone understands that the sky in this city is about to change.

Not far away, the group of burial maids in red cheongsam were forced to drink a glass of strong wine.

Strong liquor enters the throat and will be buried soon.

On the steps, a middle-aged man in a black dress slightly lifted his wine glass to Huang Zhengming, indicating that he had made all preparations.

"Everyone here today, let's witness my son's wedding!"

Huang Zhengming's sudden words made everyone's faces slightly moved, but no one dared to say anything.

Next, the funeral ceremony of the ten maids is about to begin.

The funeral of Prince Huang's family requires the lives of ten young girls to accompany the funeral.

This is simply tragic!

However, although everyone present was shocked, no one... dared to stand up.

The guests present looked complicated and weird... and endured the panic in their hearts... congratulated again.

It seems that today is really not a funeral, but a big wedding.

The priest’s prayer was also turned into a wedding congratulation at this time.

It's just that the answers of the ten buried brides... all became unilateral.

Covered by a huge sound.

A guest couldn't help but whispered: "This Huang family is really amazing, and even such an amazing psychologist can be invited."

Indeed, the ten women who were buried with Miaoling have all been deeply brainwashed. Now, he is willing to bury his son Huang Xuyang and become his bride.

This is more terrifying than the brainwashing of a cult.

But these words were interrupted by his companions in an instant.

This is the territory of the Huang family, so many bigwigs have to bow their heads when they come. What are they, they can say such things there.

Fortunately, no one noticed at this time, otherwise the two of them would have to corpses on the spot now.

At the last moment of the wedding, all the young women were seen lying down in the surrounding phoenix coffin of the Nine Dragon Coffin.

The same is the golden phoenix pressing the coffin, but the twelve coffin nails that will be nailed on top are extremely dangerous.

This is to exhaust all the luck of those women in this life and the afterlife, and there is no more vicious technique than that.

...

At the same time, outside the church drizzling.

A black Mercedes-Benz S600 slowly stopped in front of the square, the door opened, and a young man in a black suit got out of the car slowly. His skin is fair and his complexion is elegant and handsome, just like a scholar.

He slowly opened the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz and took out four funeral wreaths from it.

"Sir, you can't go in."

The bodyguards in front of the church square stepped forward to intercept, but before they could do anything, they fell directly to the ground.

Even no one can see how the bodyguards fell...

Then, he carried the wreath like this...slowly walked towards the square...

Square, the door of the church.

The calm complexion of several guests suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, their pupils suddenly dilated.

A chill spread instantly from all around their bodies! The bodies of several guests... almost all stiffened.

They stared in shock and horror, couldn't believe it? ?

They rubbed their eyes and stared away again!

In the end, a group of people were horrified and horrified.

This group of guests...are all witnesses at the banquet hall of the Peace Hotel that night.

They experienced the attack firsthand.

And this time! All of them are creepy.

Because they saw an unforgettable figure!

The assailant... the restaurant that night, the assailant!

The murderer... the murderer who slaughtered Huang Xuyang... actually came!

That night, at the Peace Hotel, he also came so lightly. In the blink of an eye, he penetrated Huang Xuyang's trachea.

Now, at this moment.

He is here again!

Outside the church door, on the steps, Chen Zongguang's eyes were calm, and he slowly stepped onto the steps.

Today, on such an occasion, he... actually came to express his condolences in person? ! In his hand, there are four wreaths!

This is simply, arrogant and domineering to the extreme!

Huang Zhengming's eyes are sharp, and he is aware of the weirdness of the scene?

His eyes were cold, and he followed everyone's gaze and looked out of the church door...

Then, his sight locked a figure!

The young man who came slowly under the one-hundred-meter steps!

Chen Zongheng slowly stepped up the steps.

The corner of his mouth was smiling.

His eyes met Huang Zhengming in the church, and glanced at each other.

At this moment, like a sword meets a sword!

The air freezes!

Murderous, turbulent!

Everyone present felt that something was wrong? !

This!

Who is this young man who came suddenly? ? !

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of more people present turned to Chen Zongheng one after another.

The murderous intent on the scene is raging and majestic!

However, Huang Zhengming obviously didn't intend to stop the funeral ceremony for the young man who appeared suddenly...

The priest's prayer became more and more high-pitched. At this time, the coffin nail was eager to try and was about to fall, just waiting for the last moment.

"God, grant them eternal rest, and let the everlasting light shine on them. God, we will bless you in Zion? Please listen to my prayer: and salute you in Jerusalem. All flesh will be attributed to you. You. Eternal rest..."

But, just when the priest was halfway through the reading, suddenly, the voice...

Stopped.

The priest was dull, standing on the stage.

His mouth opened slightly, trying to speak, but... unable to speak.

Then, a tiny bloodstain appeared in his throat.

Immediately afterwards, the priest's body crashed to the ground!

The audience, a huge shock? !

This? !

what happened? !

Everyone didn't see that scene clearly, let alone what happened!

Father, how could he suddenly fall down? !

Throughout the scene, only Chen Zong had a faint smile on his face, but the endless killing intent was flowing in his eyes.

"Don't worry, he can't die, he just lost his voice for a while." Chen Zongong's mouth was slightly curved, his figure... I don't know when, he has appeared at the door of the church, blocking the light outside the door.

Boom~!

Everyone in the audience was shocked!

This!

The priest fell to the ground, was...this young man made the shot? ? !

None of them have seen it, this young man makes a move? !

How did he make the move?

On the scene, most of the guests did not know Chen Zongheng, so they were shocked.

However, only those guests who visited the Peace Hotel scene three days ago were pale!

Three days ago, they came to the scene in person and had a deep understanding!

They have felt Chen Zong's horrible killing, and they raised their hands to kill!

The guests shook their legs one by one, as if they were about to be executed by Ling Chi in the next moment.

What is terrible is not death, but the endless pain of waiting for death.

The eyes of people who didn't know him around also gathered at the same time.

Even if you don't see clearly who shot it.

But in the eyes of everyone, it seems that there is only one explanation... Only the mysterious and devilish youth at the door can do such a terrifying thing? ! Raise your hand and attack the priest?

The smile on Chen Zongheng's face... made the fear in everyone's hearts magnified again.

Today, the Huang family has such a grand funeral... unprecedented in scale!

But, at this moment... but was interrupted by an unexpected visitor who interrupted the funeral ceremony?

This is simply!

Huh~!

At the same time, from all directions... a large group of security personnel quickly gathered from around the church... turbulently!

But Chen Zongheng, the corners of his mouth were curved.

He continued, lifting his leather shoes.

"Pace, pace, pace..."

The sound of black leather shoes stepping on the ground clearly echoed in the air around the church.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure outside the door...the figure that was stepping forward.

He held his back with his hands.

His breath is calm.

But it is majestic like a dragon.

It makes people frightened.

He just came here!

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