Chapter 313 (1/2)

Tenth Avenue.

Cangmen headquarters.

The original conference hall was temporarily changed into a mourning hall. White flowers, wreaths and elegiac couplets were everywhere, adding countless solemnity and sadness to the spacious room.

In the middle is a black ice coffin, with white flowers and green grass under it and a slight chill above it. Inside, there is an old man with a beard, in his sixties, dressed in black robes and his eyes tightly closed.

The body is blue under the influence of cold.

Around the room, there were two rows of big men in black with a white flower pinned to their chest. They looked solemn and sad. Don't start and stand there motionless.

Next to them, there were more than a dozen people, men and women, old and young, gathered together, or cried in a low voice, or cried loudly. They were all wearing white filial piety clothes, white hats on their heads, and some were leaning on a wooden stick in their hands.

These people are the immediate relatives of the old man in the coffin.

Moreover, from time to time, people will come in at the door to pay homage. They all circle around the coffin, then stand in the middle and make three deep bows to the old man in the coffin.

Then some left and some stood on the side.

”Sect leader, I'm late!”

At this time, a fat middle-aged man, dressed in black and surrounded by white cloth on his arms, came in. As soon as he entered the door, he knelt on the ground with a thump, and then knocked his head three times.

Each end echoed heavily in the whole mourning hall.

And this man, no one else, is the fat leopard who just came back from Japan. His life was given by the Lord of the Cang gate.

However, after all this, he didn't get up, but knelt step by step and came to the side of the coffin. Tears had already covered his cheeks, but he was stunned and endured without crying.

Then he looked at the face of the old man in the coffin. After two minutes, he knelt again and walked around the coffin. When he returned to the dot, he knocked his head three times.

After all this, he got up and walked to an old man on the side, but he didn't care. There was a young man standing beside the old man.

”Meet Master Zhang!”

The fat leopard bowed respectfully to the old man.

”Yes.”

The old man nodded. Seeing that the other party still wanted to open his mouth, he stretched out his hand and directly interrupted what he wanted to say, ”I know what you want to ask, but now is not the time to stay in the reception hall.”

”In the evening, I will answer whatever you ask.”

”There are some things you must know.”

”Yes!” the fat leopard thought and nodded. He also knew that now was really not the time to ask questions. He turned around and was ready to go back and say hello to the relatives of the old man in the coffin.

Just for a moment, Master Zhang's voice sounded in his ear, ”wait!” shouted him, stretched out his hand, pointed to the young man around him and said, ”this is Mr. Ning.”

”It's your elder. See you.”

This is how Zhang Yifeng spoke to more than ten people today. They all stressed to them that Mr. Ning is an elder and needs greetings.

”Elders?”

The fat leopard was stunned and unbelievable. You know, he is in his forties, and the young man in front of him is in his early twenties. How can he be his own elder!

But soon, he also reacted, because the elder in the master's mouth is definitely not an elder of any age, but an elder of identity!

He just never saw the young man in front of him! I never know when there are young people with this status in the door!