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Chapter 94: Fight

Under the scorching sun, Chen Qian and I looked at each other.

After a moment, I slowly shook my head.

Chen Qiang seemed not surprised, but just sighed.

"Sure enough, is it too early for you?"

He paused and continued, "Check it out now. I'll arrange for someone to take you to the countryside to avoid this storm. Don't worry, as long as you still carry the key, no one can take away the position of the leader."

I shook my head again and said, "Brother Chen, can you let me think about it? I will give you the answer before tonight."

Chen Feng looked at me silently, and after a long time, he sighed: "I understand, think about it carefully. Now that we have just returned, they should not dare to do it immediately, at least they have to wait until after Boss Feng's funeral."

"Do you want to hold a funeral for Mr. Feng?"

"Of course." Chen Feng said, "Boss Feng is the leader of the funeral gate after all. No matter what happens after death, this funeral will definitely be held."

I nodded silently, walked to Mr. Feng again, looking down at his body covered in white cloth. The others walked out silently, leaving me alone in the yard.

Mr. Feng, you are leaving too hurry.

Whether it is paper-made or carpenter, I am just half a bucket of water. You just left like that. How can I learn your skills well? You have left so many doubts, who should I ask?

Twenty years ago, the year when I was born, what did you and my grandfather meet at the bottom of Dongting Lake?

Does that big flood really have anything to do with you? Who are the paper people in your room, the children's souls carried on it? Who are the hundreds of tablets worshipped in the back hall of Dongming Temple? What happened in the hundreds of years since the Dragon King's coffin sank into the water to the present?

I stretched out my hand again to lift the white cloth.

For some reason this time, I didn't hesitate and lifted the white cloth, revealing the face that I was very familiar with below.

Mr. Feng just lying in front of me with his eyes closed tightly. Except that his face was paler than before, he looked no different from before.

I suddenly felt that Mr. Feng might have been a dead person when he met me, but now he has returned to his true nature.

I don't know why I think this way, but I just feel this way.

Looking at Mr. Feng's body, I seemed to think of something in my mind, and reached out and pushed away his black coat.

I saw under the black fabric, I didn’t see my underwear or my skin. I only saw crystal green jade pieces, just like the pieces of armor made of ancient soldiers, woven in parallel with golden silk threads.

I recalled when Mr. Feng came back from Zhang's house and vomited blood and fell to the ground. No wonder he was so heavy. It turned out that he had been wearing such a piece of clothing.

"What is this..." I murmured.

"This is a golden jade dress."

A familiar old voice sounded from the front. I raised my head and saw Diao Laojin walking into the yard from the store with his hands behind his back.

"Grandpa Diao..."

Diao Laojin walked to Mr. Feng, looked down for a while, and sighed.

"Oh, Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng, you are too impatient. I know that every day you wait is torture, but you have been waiting for so many years, why can't you wait for a few more years?"

"Grandpa Diao, you haven't told me a lot of things before, right?" I lowered my head and said lightly, "For example, what happened to my grandpa."

Diao Laojin didn't say anything.

I said again: "I have heard of many things since I heard of them, but there are more things I don't know."

Diao Laojin was silent for a while and asked me what I wanted to know.

I looked up at Diao Laojin: "What happened to my grandfather and the others in Dongting Lake back then?"

Diao Laojin did not answer, but asked back: "Why do you think I will know?"

"Apart from my grandfather, there were eight people who went into the water, five of whom did not come back. Among the three people who came back, Mr. Feng died and Taoist Xue was gone. But there was another person who knew the truth, Grandpa Diao, the person who disappeared among the three people left back then was you."

Diao Laojin fell into silence again, as if he had made a promise.

The two of them were relatively silent for a while, and Diao Laojin said again: "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but whether you need to know. It depends on yourself. Now you can completely let Xiaofeng's people send you away to escape the limelight, or just change your identity and live a quiet life. I believe they can help you do it. For you now, this is the best choice."

"I understand, Grandpa Diao, let me think about it carefully."

Diao Laojin nodded, sighed again, and turned around and walked back to the store.

And I kept standing in the yard, staring at Mr. Feng lying in front of me. I don’t know how long it has passed.

When is the right time for me, and what choice should I make? Looking at Mr. Feng's face, I felt that I seemed to have found the answer.

"Brother Ma."

Lao Huo's voice sounded.

I raised my head and saw Chu Sili, Tan Jin, Lao Huo, and others around, staring at me intently.

The sky was completely dark at some point, and before I knew it, I actually stood here for several hours.

"Boss, have you thought about it?" Chen Qian looked at me and spoke.

"I've thought about it." I responded immediately without hesitation.

"If I don't leave, I will open a box and take over the location of the dragon head of the funeral door and this store, Mr. Feng's funeral, I will carry the head of the coffin. Mr. Feng had already prepared it for me before his death, so I have no reason to refuse. Whether it is the location of the dragon head, this store, or the head of the coffin, it can only be mine, others can't do it!"

Whether it was Chen Feng, Tan Jin, Lao Huo, and Diao Lao Jin, they all showed a look of relaxation and joy, but before they could speak, I spoke again.

"But before doing these things, I have one more thing to do."

"What's the matter?" Yu Wu, who was the first to be born there, asked.

I did not answer immediately, but looked down at Mr. Feng first, then slowly raised my head and looked around everyone.

Although there is no mirror, I know my eyes must be covered with blood.

"I'm going to carry the Dragon King's Coffin."

I opened my mouth and said word by word.

"What? Are you crazy?" Yu Wu replied subconsciously.

Chen Qianfeng also frowned: "Absolutely not, what a joke? Boss Feng just died, and you are going to die again? If it weren't for this damn Dragon King Coffin, how could we do this now? Boss, what did you think, and you still have to provoke the Dragon King Coffin?"

"Boss, I know you want to avenge Boss Feng." Yu Wu said over there: "When you take over Boss Feng's position, the situation will stabilize. In another ten years, I will try my best to accompany you to the next lake with you, but now is really not the time. If you go there now, you can only die."

The other surviving guys insisted and never agreed.

On the contrary, Diao Laojin over there showed a look of relief and joy.

I looked at everyone and said, "I know you think I'm confused and want to die."

"But I have my reasons." I continued in a deep voice: "I know my own weight, and I was not qualified to be the dragon head of this funeral gate."

"Now that most of you Mr. Feng's friends died, even if you help me up, I can't stand it." I paused and continued, "Don't forget, I am still Ma Yuanxun's grandson, and the dragon jade pole is on me. Now the entire Yinwu Gate knows this news. Even if I become the dragon head of this burial gate, I will be torn to pieces immediately."

"A sheep wants to face the entire wolf pack with a few half-dead wolf bitten by tigers. No matter how hard it is, there is only a dead end."
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