Chapter 140 Funeral
It rained before daybreak, dispelling the damp heat in the air.

The morning mist lingered between the cliffs, blocking out the noisy sound of the tide.

Ji Jue, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the sound of a car driving in the mountains. He opened his eyes and walked towards the gate, and saw Lao Tang standing there.

There was also a middle-aged man in a black suit who handed over a letter and turned away without even looking at the bodies on both sides that had not yet been buried.

gone.

"Who?" Ji Jue asked.

"...Lei Yaoxing's people." Lao Tang looked at the thing in his hand with a complicated expression.

"Are you here to collect the bodies?"

"It is true that we are talking about something related to collecting corpses, but the corpses we are collecting are not from here." Lao Tang handed the things over, "Take a look for yourself."

Ji Jue took them in his hand. They were two thin pieces of paper, like some kind of notice. Different from a wedding invitation, the pure white card was elegant and simple, with a faint watermark pattern printed on it.

That was a mourning post.

"First, test Lei Wuye..."

After Ji Jue read the beginning, he glanced at the signature, Lei Yaoxing, and suddenly realized: "Is Lao Deng finally dead?"

After lingering on for more than half a month, he finally died, leaving behind a mess, and died happily.

How come all the good things in the world happen to you, an old man?
It’s just that, a funeral at this critical juncture... Ji Jue instinctively had a bad feeling.

As soon as Lei Wuye died, all of his "relatives and friends" during his lifetime probably received funeral invitations. Regardless of whether it was out of affection, courtesy, or their own situations or even plans for the future, they probably had to come forward to visit.

In other words, this funeral will probably be the first meeting of all the members of Yacheng Huangji after more than a week of life-and-death struggle.

"We are going to hold a meeting." He sighed suddenly.

It was clearly Lei Wuye’s funeral, but it didn’t matter whether Lei Wuye died peacefully or not.

This funeral could become a meeting that would decide the future of the dark side of Yacheng—and there could be only two possible outcomes: either Lei Yaoxing would subdue everyone with his bloody tactics and ascend to the throne of the boss, or they would part ways unhappily and continue to fight each other at home until only one winner was left.

No, if it is not handled properly, the funeral might not just be Lei Wuye’s funeral. I don’t know how many other people will be buried with him.

In the moment of thinking, Ji Jue felt as if he had grasped something, but his thoughts quickly became blurred. What puzzled him even more was the person invited by this funeral post...

It’s not Chen Xingzhou, but Chen Yubo.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Wen Wen to find out the news, but the call was not connected. It was in do not disturb mode, and only a preset text message came in, saying that he was in a meeting and would call back later.

In fact, it wasn’t long before the call came.

He didn't even wait for the question.

"Did Chen Yubo receive the funeral message?" Wen Wen asked.

"Yes." Ji Jue asked, "Do you want to care?"

"It's up to you. It doesn't matter whether you go or not." She said, "It's over."

"Ah?" Ji Jue was confused.

"It's a bit complicated to explain, but you don't have to be so nervous. If you're interested, take that silly boy Chen Yubo with you. It's a good opportunity to watch the fun."

Wen Wen didn't know what she was thinking of, and sneered: "There should be people from the Security Bureau at the scene. As long as you don't run up to Lei Yaoxing and get in his face, he can't do anything to you, don't worry."

She said: "It's okay to go, just treat it as a beginning and an end."

ended?
After hanging up the phone, Ji Jue thought blankly for a long time, but still couldn't find a clue, but finally decided to go and take a look.

Anyway, Sister Wen won't kick herself into the fire pit.

Besides, after spending so much time anxiously on the edge of a confusing struggle, there must be an answer, right?
"Go and see?"

He looked at Chen Yubo, who had a pale face.

For a moment, Chen Yubo was hesitant to speak and tears were falling.

Can you not go?

Unfortunately, no.

And no cats...

What if your cat jumps onto the coffin during the funeral and Lei Wuye's body comes back to life? Who will be responsible then?

So, after bidding farewell to the two cats in tears, Chen Yubo, who was extremely reluctant, finally got into the car at Ji Jue's urging, taking Lao Tang with him.

Even though he kept saying "Our contract doesn't include going out, it costs extra money!", he still followed him, muttering something like "If they really start a fight, I'll leave immediately."

As a result, when we were almost at the destination, he got off the car and went to the roadside to buy grilled sausages. He ate two bowls of noodle soup and three baskets of steamed buns in one breath, until his mouth was full and covered with grease.

Squatting on the side of the road, looking at the luxury cars passing by, I sighed in admiration.

"It's so lively."

Lei Wuye had clearly just passed away, but the largest funeral home in Yacheng had already been decorated. The scene was solemn and dignified, with white wreaths placed at the entrance and all kinds of messy elegiac couplets pasted on them.

In the drizzling rain, someone stood at the door and distributed umbrellas to the guests.

One after another, dark umbrellas were opened, and tiny drops of raindrops fell like bright dewdrops. Hundreds of umbrellas were passing through the narrow road. At first glance, the darkness was like dried blood and death flowing out of a cemetery, spreading like germs towards the cliff city below the mountain.

So solemn that it makes people laugh.

Ji Jue took a bite of a steamed bun from a roadside stall and sighed, "It's such a pity that he died in such a shocking way."

"What a pity?" Lao Tang was puzzled.

Ji Jue said, "It's a pity that I don't like black umbrellas."

We should hang something red, how festive and bright that would be?

After watching the excitement on the roadside for a while, the two returned to the car and brought a basket of steamed buns for Chen Yubo. Unfortunately, Chen Yubo was so nervous that he couldn't eat it at all.

Sometimes he said that even if one dies, one must die with dignity, or else he could just take a knife and fight Lei Yaoxing. Sometimes he said that if he died, the cat would be given to Ji Jue, and asked him to be nice to the cat and buy more cans.

After much persuasion and assurance that there was no problem with him, Chen Yubo finally got out of the car tremblingly, opened his umbrella, and walked towards the farewell hall.

Unexpectedly, I saw the greeter at the door.

Lei Yaoxing.

This was the first time that Ji Jue saw this giant who had been causing unrest in the dark side of Yacheng in recent days. However, he looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, with slightly gray hair. His expression was serious yet somewhat warm.

There is no such thing as eating ten children raw in one meal.

Even though a whole team of his subordinates died in the villa last night, when he saw Chen Yubo today, he still showed no joy or anger. He just looked at him carefully and said, "Chen Yubo?"

Chen Yubo tried to be tough, but his expression twitched and his voice trembled: "Yes."

"It's the first time we've met. I didn't expect that you and your brother are so different... You are a blessed person!"

Lei Yaoxing looked at him for a long time, then reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, we are guests today, come in and take a seat."

From beginning to end, he never looked at Ji Jue and Lao Tang behind him.

Ji Jue was also happy to be treated as air.

After burning incense, a few children and an unfamiliar young woman wearing black veils came to return the greetings. They should be Lei Wuye’s relatives, but at this moment they looked a little panicked and uneasy, which they could hardly conceal.

In the coffin surrounded by flowers, there lies an old man, wearing new clothes and looking so peaceful.

After completing the process, Chen Yubo ran to the back and sat down, hunching his head, afraid that others would notice him. On the contrary, Ji Jue next to him was watching the people passing by with interest.

Most of them are well-known figures, and many of them have been seen on TV.

But after burning incense, they left in a hurry without staying, obviously unwilling to get involved in the life-and-death struggle within Huangji.

But many people sat down on both sides after burning incense, with solemn or irritable expressions, whispering to each other. They were close or far away from each other according to their own camps, but the boundaries were clear.

Many of them had bandages or plaster on their bodies, especially the woman sitting in front of Chen Yubo. Her unhappiness was written all over her face. She smoked regardless of the occasion and flicked the ashes as if no one was around.

But on that beautifully maintained face, there was a gauze eye mask.

One eye is blind.

When she turned around to look at the others, Chen Yubo's head shrank even tighter. Lao Tang looked over blankly, while Ji Jue was looking down at his phone, not caring at all.

Seeing Chen Yubo's expression, she immediately curled her lips in annoyance and looked away.

Ji Jue's screen had already shown the scenes from the cameras around the scene, and even the surveillance at the intersection. Soon, a dark car caught his attention.

It's obviously a bit old, but it's well maintained, and the car model is not an expensive brand, but it can be seen everywhere. The most important thing is the logo printed on the body.

A ring of glory embedded in three rings.

Sogo Church?!
Obviously enjoying a special treatment, a vehicle from the Chongguang Church drove all the way to the front of the farewell hall, and a slightly skinny old man stepped out of it. His skin was dry and full of sunburns. He was wearing a simple black church robe and had no decorations on his body.

In the Chongguang Church, only one kind of person would dress like this, and that is the official member who swore before the glory that he would never accumulate private property, seek benefits, or actively harm others throughout his life, and followed the teachings of the glory!
But in Yacheng, there are only two or three such people...

Ji Jue widened his eyes and finally realized that it was the elder of Chongguang Church who managed the assets of Yacheng!
It was obvious that he was surprised by the other party's visit. Even Lei Yaoxing was slightly stunned. He took the initiative to greet him and said something to the old man.

After the old man entered the room, he refused the help of others, lit two incense sticks calmly, and once again rejected the host's invitation to rest in the elegant hall next to him.

But he didn't turn around and leave.

Instead, he walked straight to the seats on both sides, and sat down not far from Ji Jue and the others in front of everyone's astonished gaze.

After noticing Ji Jue's surprised gaze, the old man raised his head slightly, nodded politely, and then looked away.

Eyes lowered, sitting as still as a mountain.

Ji Jue froze for a moment, and his scalp subconsciously felt a little numb.

Those who didn't want to get involved in the internal struggle of Huangji but had to come because of the relationship, all left after burning incense. But the elder took the initiative to stay and sit here...

Is the Chongguang Church going to get involved in Huangji's mess? !
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