It was getting dark two times, and Lin Kun first went to Mr. Zhu's courtyard to visit. The old man planned to go to the mourning hall tonight. His son would be buried tomorrow. He wanted to have a last look at this family. The old man would be heroic for the rest of his life, but in the face of his son's death, his heroic passion became timid.

Lin Kun helped the old man to the mourning hall, and the old housekeeper followed closely behind. There were still many people paying mourning in the mourning hall. After seeing the old man, everyone was in awe and kept muttering: "I have met Mr. Zhu, please feel sorry for Mr. Zhu..."

Mr. Zhu kept staring at the portrait in front of the coffin. The face that had experienced many things in the world was constantly trembling, and tears also fell...

"Son, my son, don't worry, your father will definitely avenge you before closing his eyes. Dad wants to put the murderer's head and the entire murderer's head in front of your grave to worship. May you bless you in the nine springs and bless Lin Kun to find the murderer smoothly!" Old Zhu burst into tears and his body shaking violently.

The old housekeeper lit three incense sticks, and Mr. Zhu personally inserted it into the incense burner. The old man stood silently in front of his son's spirit. After a long time, he turned around and walked out of the mourning hall. It was not until Mr. Zhu left that the people in the mourning hall broke the tranquility. Liu Moli and his three children wanted to talk to Mr. Zhu, but when they heard the words "Bless Lin Kun to find the murderer as soon as possible" in Zhu's words, their thoughts were dispelled.

The only grandson who can win the trust of this huge Zhu family is afraid that this grandson will be the only one who can get the trust of this grandson. Lin Kun just broke Zhu Zhenglun's hand yesterday. The old man could not know, but judging from the old man's attitude today, there is no intention to blame him at all...

It was late at night and dawn, and it was all speechless again. The next morning, the Zhu family members started to work. At this time, Mr. Shen, a living member of the Shen family in Jiangnan, came with his second son Shen Congjun, who is now in charge of the family affairs. There were also two younger generations of the Shen family, one was Shen Congjun's eldest daughter Shen Shengnan, and the other was Shen Jiabin, the eldest son of Mr. Shen Congwen.

Since Lin Kun's mother passed away, Mr. Shen has not been in the Zhu family for more than 20 years. This time, when he heard that something big happened in the Zhu family, he rushed over and sent him to the funeral and mourning. Mr. Shen came here this time with another purpose, about the grandson's inheritance of the head of the Zhu family.

Even if Zhu Kunhang did not die, Mr. Shen planned to come to celebrate his birthday at Mr. Zhu's birthday party, and would witness Mr. Zhu announce in front of half of the big family in Yanjing City that the power to come to the Zhu family was handed over to his grandson.

The Shen family enjoyed the highest entertainment of the Zhu family, and the two elderly people sat together and had a long chat.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the funeral team officially set off. The specifications were as high as those of the national-level leader. Along the way, police cars drove to the foot of a famous tomb in Yanjing.

Most of the descendants of the Zhu family traveled with him, but Mr. Zhu and Mr. Shen did not go. The white-haired man sent a black-haired man. Mr. Zhu was so old that it was reasonable not to go. Besides, the people in the family advised him not to go, for fear that the old man's body would not be able to support his excessive sadness.

Mr. Shen looked at Mr. Zhu in front of him and sighed: "Old guy, your life is worse than mine. I have experienced the pain of losing my son once, and you have experienced it twice."

Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, burst into tears, and sighed again, "If possible, I am willing to use my life to exchange for Kunhang's life for several years. It's a pity that the destiny is hard to change."

Mr. Shen said: "I shouldn't ask much about your Zhu family. But Lin Kun returns this time, are you considering passing the position of the head of the family to him?"

Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, "You old fox, it's time for you, so you still negotiate with me."

Mr. Shen said, "Old Man Zhu, this is a bad thing. Your Zhu family is in a unclear situation. You and I have reached this age. Maybe one day they will leave the world. If the inheritance of this head of the family is not settled, can you imagine the disaster of the Zhu family?

My Shen family has confirmed the heir, which is the army I brought. If I leave one day, my Shen family will still be in order, and what about your Zhu family?"

Mr. Zhu smiled bitterly, "Old man Shen, do you really think I, Zhu Bingshan, are you confused? Don't worry, as soon as the funeral of this eldest son is completed today, I will ask the servant to send a letter to all the big families in Yanjing City in my name. Lin Kun is my Zhu Bingshan who has been separated for many years. He will carry the Zhu family's banner in the future...

While I am still alive, I can help him pave the way as much as possible. As for what happens in the future, if I leave this world before you, you, the grandpa, cannot stand idly by."

Mr. Shen said, "Don't worry, my Shen family is rich and dominates the wealthy land in the south of the Yangtze River. My old man cannot guarantee that as long as my grandson is in the position of the head of the Zhu family, my Shen family will be the treasury behind your Zhu family."

Mr. Zhu said: "Okay, I'll feel relieved with your old man's words."

...

The funeral convoy arrived at the foot of the famous mountain. The Zhu family’s cemetery was a large area. There were countless heroic souls buried on this mountain, and the Zhu family’s location was definitely the best.

The auspicious time has come, and the coffin is buried. Shao Puyang is wearing a Taoist robe to command the ceremony. Lin Kun is now in front of a grave next to him. Here, Zang Zhe is his parents. This is not the first time he has come. Looking at the photos of his parents on the tombstone, the handsome and majestic man is 70% similar to his appearance, and the beautiful woman is 70% similar to him. Lin Kun knelt in front of the grave, and a servant from the Zhu family came over and wanted to pull out a wisp of grass in front of his parents' grave, but Lin Kun stopped him. There are countless cemeteries on the vast mountain. If each grave is cleanly tidied, it would be too old-fashioned. It would be nice to have this touch of green.

Lin Kun kowtowed three times to his parents' grave. He stood up and walked towards his grandmother's grave. Then he went to the graves of other elders of the Zhu family to kowtow. After this round, Zhu Kunhang's coffin had been buried and filled with soil. After the ceremony, a huge group of people went down the mountain. Liu Moli and three children stayed at the end. Even though Zhu Zhenggang and others were abominable, they looked very pitiful at this moment. Lin Kun stood in front of Zhu Kunhang's grave and said, "Uncle, I will avenge you for your grudges. Zhenggang, Zhengdong, Tingting and the others. As long as I don't make things difficult for me in the future, I will treat them preferentially. You rest well underground and bless me to find the murderer as soon as possible!"
Chapter completed!