Chapter 1521

"Boom!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, there was a light rain in the black triangle sky, which eased the sultry weather a little, but the sky also became more gloomy.

But no matter how it rains, heidapeng's funeral will be held.

For the well thought out heishandiao, to let his son be buried early is a comfort to all parties, otherwise he will not be able to deal with the chaotic situation.

So although he was angry with the rain, he still led the funeral team to protect the coffin to the opposite mountain.

It is an unnamed hill with an altitude of more than 600 meters. It has luxuriant trees, broad vision, many flowers and a clear stream in the middle.

The location is pretty good.

In the wind of ten shamans whose faces were painted with color and who had been checked, the funeral procession of more than 100 people slowly went up the mountain through the two sides of the soldiers.

Hei Dapeng's death in the black triangle has actually caused a lot of dark waves. Heishan carving has lost its beloved son, but for many people, it has lost a big devil.

Hei Dapeng's crimes over the years can't be counted. Even the female family members in the defense area are bullied by him, so there are few people who are really sad.

But no matter what they think, more than 100 people still look sad, so one hour's journey, howling and sobbing

"Commander black has orders. We must make sure the funeral goes smoothly."

An hour before the funeral procession went up the hill, Pattaya personally took 50 people to inspect the hill, and had them guard the commanding heights.

Several lush places in the jungle also fired bullets. Even on the road under her feet, Pattaya had people check the road with a bomb detector.

Safety, road safety, Hill safety, soldiers safety, cemeteries, tombstones are safe, ten wizards are also carrying licenses, the origin is clear.

For the sake of safety, Pattaya also asked people to collect the weapons of the funeral procession, so as to avoid unnecessary accidents.

Only when she saw the tip of the black knife standing in front of the tombstone did Pattaya's mind jump twice and feel a touch of uncomfortable feeling.

However, there was nothing special about the black blade. He didn't even have a dagger, not to mention guns, so Pattaya thought she was thinking too much.

She felt that it was the despair of the black blade that made her uncomfortable, because when she was going to be buried later, the black mountain carving might kill him.

Pattaya wanted to comfort heidaojian, but she thought it was unnecessary. Then she picked up the phone and asked about the situation in front of her.

At 3 p.m., the funeral procession arrived at the top of the mountain. Under the leadership of heidaojian, the coffin was put into a huge earth pit, waiting for the final farewell.

"Dangdangdang -"

after reviewing the glorious events of heidapeng's life in heidaojian, ten witches began to walk to the middle of the cemetery with snake head Zen sticks.

Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, they walked around the coffin slowly, chanting words, and the wind chime of the snake's crutch rang.

Their voices were deep and powerful. They could be heard by the whole hill with the sound of wind chimes. They also suppressed the sound of shells in the distance.

"Boom boom!"

Bai poyue suddenly attacked the carving defense area of Heishan. The shells from the artillery camp never stopped, and the warehouse where the grain was stored was hit hard.

Fu used the information provided by the Lu family to kill heishandiao's defenseless granary accurately. Although it won't run out of food immediately, it is more or less exciting.

Pattaya's intelligence personnel even found that there were scouts infiltrating in, and the other side seemed to be looking for the location of the bomb magazine.

This makes a lot of soldiers panic.

Although Heishan carving controlled himself not to care and believed that his men could carry it, his eyes still glanced across the sky from time to time.

He was distracted by the heavy shelling.

"Manimani, Mani..."

After the wind chime rings, the wizard takes out the warping cylinder and starts to turn it. At the same time, he lights butter lamps around the cemetery.

They all look solemn and solemn.

This made Heishan Diao nod his head. His son's ceremony is a little bit like that. Heidao Jian is worthy of being an adjutant for many years. Unfortunately, his protection is not effective.

After finishing their own work, the ten witches bit their lips with the tip of the black knife, held the soil beside the coffin, and spoke respectfully:

"black commander, sprinkle a handful of soil."

The black mountain carving knew that this was the last ceremony. As soon as the earth was thrown down, he was completely disconnected from his son, and his heart could not help but feel sad.

"Mirs!"

Heishan Diao grabs a handful of soil in his hand and kneels beside the coffin with a bang. He is indifferent, but Hei Dapeng is also his son.

After more than 20 years of father son relationship, he could not help kneeling on the wet ground, holding the black coffin and yelling: "Mirs, go."

The light of butter lamp shone on his face. At that moment, his pain infected almost all people.

Everyone seems to hear a cry at the same time, the heartbreaking cry of the poor parents.

Then more than 100 people knelt uncontrollably and cried with heishandiao. Pattaya and the soldiers knelt beside them, showing their sadness.More than a dozen women in plain clothes were crying, which made the rainy weather more sad.

The tip of the black knife lies on the ground with hands and feet, and his head keeps "banging" and kowtowing, showing the greatest guilt

"Dapeng, you can rest assured that all the things you like will be sent to you. I won't make you lonely..."

Heishan carves the front half of his body and scatters the soil in his hand on the coffin head, which is the position of heidapeng's head.

At this time, the nose of the black mountain carving suddenly smelled a breath, a cold and strange breath of strangers, which was totally different from the black knife point.

If it's a faint smell of burning paper or money, it can't be recognized.

The reason why the black mountain carving can smell it is because the air on the hill is fresh, and he is still lying on the wet coffin, so he can find something strange.

Heishan sculpture also found that this breath of life, surprisingly, came from the tomb, no, it came from the coffin.

"Asshole!"

He felt the danger in an instant, the veins on his forehead suddenly burst up, and his hands would eject and retreat as soon as he pushed.

He didn't move. It was OK. He moved. The smell of danger soared. It was like licking people's tongue of fire.

"Whoosh!"

A gray sword stabbed out of the coffin. With a crisp sound, it was like a poisonous snake to the throat of the black mountain carving.

Heishandiao had retreated with all his strength and arched three points, but he was still half a beat late.

With a flash of light, the sword pierced in front of his throat and out of the back of his neck.

"Rush

Blood splashed out with the tip of the sword.

The blood of the black mountain carving, like others, is bright red, and it is extremely warm when it splashes on other people's faces.

Black Mountain carving's eyes are bulging with anger. He is still staring at the gray sword in the coffin. Blood flows down his throat and down the lethal gray sword

The lid of the coffin was broken. The dead "black Mirs", who had been shot six times by Ye Tianlong, sat in the coffin, holding the gray sword in his hand.

A shot in the throat.

No one spoke, no one moved, even the breath stopped