Time passes by one second.

Holy Trinity Church, the atmosphere is solemn.

At this moment, the huge hanging bell outside the church wall slowly stopped the pointer at 9 o'clock.

'Dong, dong, dong...'

The bell rings 9 times.

Morning, nine o'clock sharp.

According to the time, the funeral ceremony is about to begin.

In the auditorium, the host Zhou Ruotong was holding the microphone with a helpless look on his face. He could only bite the bullet and walked up to the auditorium's hosting stage.

Let her, a TV host, preside over a funeral for the deceased.

This is absurd.

Helplessly, the Huang family's reputation was so great that she had no room to resist.

Standing on the stage, behind you...is the huge golden ice coffin.

A towering corpse stench filled the air.

Zhou Ruotong's beautiful eyes were frowning, and she almost resisted the urge to vomit, trying to calm herself down.

Then, she was about to start hosting the funeral...

At this time, outside the church.

Huang Zhengming put his hands behind his back and still stood on the tower indifferently.

He is still waiting.

Below, inside the church...the funeral of my son has begun.

But he still didn't leave to go downstairs.

He stood in front of the tower as indifferently as a stone sculpture, staring dimly at the boulevard in front of him.

At this moment, ahead...at the end of the boulevard, a car light suddenly flashed.

A heavy-duty pickup truck slowly approached from a distance.

In the back compartment of the pickup truck, there was a huge mahogany coffin lying across it.

The truck, at a moderate speed, was heading towards the church.

When, saw this truck.

At the top of the tower, Huang Zhengming's pupils... finally condensed slightly.

The corner of his mouth raised a sinister and cold arc.

Today is not only the funeral day of his son Huang Honghui.

What’s more, it’s a full-scale ambush, the Hongmen Killing Formation!

He has already arranged everything.

Killing formation, lurking, secret attack team...

Everything is just waiting for the prey to come to your door!

Catching turtles in an urn.

The heavy-duty pickup truck slowly stopped at the door of Holy Trinity Church with the roar of its engine.

Car door, open.

A black leather shoe slowly stepped out.

Chen Zongheng was wearing a straight suit and his eyes were dark.

His long hair was combed back and he had a cigarette in his mouth.

he came.

He was holding a brand new suit jacket in his left hand, and then...slowly came to the back of the truck.

With a strong push of his right hand, he directly lifted the huge and thick mahogany coffin with one hand.

The sky is overcast with clouds.

On the eve of the shower, it has been brewing for a long time.

And he, Chen Zongheng.

The posture of a person, stepping forward slowly.

In his left hand, he was carrying a brand new suit.

In his right hand, he carried a thick mahogany coffin.

Step by step, we walked towards the church steps.

That huge mahogany coffin weighing a thousand kilograms was just... carried on his shoulders.

But his expression remained unchanged, as if he were walking on flat ground.

With leather shoes on my feet, I stepped forward step by step and stepped on the ninety-nine steps in front of the church.

"Chen Zongheng, you are finally here."

A deep voice came from dozens of meters in the air!

Then, Huang Zhengming's figure suddenly jumped down from the top of the tower!

‘Boom!’ The moment his figure landed, cracks spread on the ground of the steps! Killings sprang up crazily!

At this time today, the head of the Huang family finally... no longer conceals his terrifying murderous intention!

Huang Zhengming stood in the middle of the crack on the stairs.

He just stood in front of Chen Zongheng.

The distance between the two people was no more than ten meters.

Below the steps.

Chen Zong was carrying the giant mahogany coffin, his eyes were dark, and he slowly raised his head.

The eyes of the two people faced each other at this moment.

Like two sharp swords colliding suddenly.

The air seemed to be suddenly suppressed and cooled down.

"How could I not come to such a grand funeral?"

Chen Zongheng answered slowly, breaking the chill of silence.

There was a hint of curvature at the corner of his mouth.

The letter invites the god of death.

In this world, if he, the God of Death, wants to keep an appointment, then... he must be on time.

"Where is Qiu Yiren? Why don't you see her?! Don't you dare to come?" Huang Zhengming put his hands behind his back and his voice was as cold as cold.

His gaze was like a sharp sword, locked on Chen Zongheng.

At this moment, this Chen Zongheng is already a dying man.

Every step he takes is filled with murderous intent.

Along the church, within a radius of 100 meters, murderous intent is everywhere.

He has stepped into the killing array, and at this moment...it is absolutely impossible for him to get out alive.

Absolutely impossible.

"Qiu Yiren?" Chen Zongheng was carrying the coffin, his eyes were faint and indifferent.

"She is waiting for me to come home for dinner." His answer was very calm, as if he was talking about a very peaceful matter.

It's hard to imagine that at this moment and in this scene, he could still be so calm.

He continued, stepping forward.

Huang Zhengming, who was standing in front of the steps, smiled.

The deep sarcasm at the corner of his mouth was difficult to conceal.

"Do you still expect to go back today?"

Huang Zhengming smiled deeply, with murderous intent pouring out from his teeth, "The coffin on your shoulder is your destination."

Yes, he...has already mentioned it in his letters.

Let Chen Zongheng... bring his own coffin.

Now, Chen Zongheng is indeed very self-aware and has come carrying a coffin.
To be continued...