Chapter 1521 Death (5th Update)

“Boom!”

At two o’clock in the afternoon, a little rain fell in the sky of the Black Triangle, which relieved the sultry weather a little, but the sky became even more gloomy.

But no matter how much it rained, Hei Dapeng’s funeral had to be held.

For the thoughtful Heishan Diao, letting his son be buried early would comfort himself and all parties, otherwise he would not be able to calmly deal with the chaotic situation.

So despite the angry drizzle, he still led the funeral procession to the opposite mountain early to protect the coffin.

It was an unnamed hill with an altitude of more than 600 meters, with lush trees, a wide view, many flowers, and a clear stream in the middle.

The location was not bad.

As ten wizards with painted faces and who had been examined played, the funeral procession of more than a hundred people slowly went up the mountain through the two sides lined with soldiers.

The death of Hei Dapeng actually set off a lot of undercurrents in the Black Triangle. Heishan Diao lost his beloved son, but for many people, it was the loss of a big devil.

Hei Dapeng has committed countless evil deeds over the years, and even many women in the defense zone have been bullied by him, so there are only a few people who are really sad.

But no matter what they think in their hearts, the more than 100 people still look very sad on the surface, so they howl and sob continuously during the one-hour journey...

"Commander Hei has ordered that the funeral must be confirmed to be smooth."

An hour before the funeral procession went up the mountain, Pattaya personally led 50 people to check the hill and had people guard all the commanding heights.

Bullets were also fired in several densely forested areas, and Pattaya also had people use explosive detection instruments to check the road under their feet.

Safety, the road is safe, the hill is safe, the soldiers are safe, the cemetery and the tombstones are safe, and the ten wizards also have their certificates and their origins are clear.

For safety reasons, Pattaya also had people collect the firearms of the funeral procession to avoid unnecessary changes.

Only when he saw the black knife tip standing in front of the tombstone did Pattaya's mind jump twice, and he felt a sense of discomfort that was difficult to describe.

But Black Blade Point didn't have any tricks. He didn't even have a dagger, let alone a gun, so Pattaya thought she was overthinking.

She felt that it was Black Blade Point's despair that made her uncomfortable, because the Black Mountain Eagle might kill him when he was buried later.

Pattaya wanted to comfort Black Blade Point, but felt it was unnecessary, so she picked up the phone to ask about the situation ahead.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the funeral procession arrived at the top of the mountain. Under the auspices of Black Blade Point, the coffin was placed in a huge earth pit, waiting for the final scattering of soil to say goodbye.

"Dangdangdang--"

After Black Blade Point reviewed the more glorious things in Hei Dapeng's life, ten wizards began to walk to the middle of the cemetery with snake-headed Zen sticks.

Under the gaze of more than a hundred people, they slowly circled around the coffin, chanting something in their mouths, and the wind chimes of the snake-headed crutches rang.

Their voices were low and powerful, and with the sound of the wind chimes, the whole hill could hear them, and they also suppressed the sound of artillery shells that kept ringing in the distance.

"Boom boom boom!"

Bai Poyue suddenly launched a strong attack on the Black Mountain Eagle's defense zone. The artillery camp fired shells without stopping, and the warehouse where grain was stored was hit hard.

Fu used the intelligence provided by the Lu family to accurately destroy the Black Mountain Eagle's undefended granary. Although it would not cut off the grain immediately, it was somewhat stimulating.

The intelligence personnel in Pattaya even found that scouts had infiltrated, and the other party seemed to be looking for a place to blow up the ammunition depot.

This made many soldiers feel uneasy.

Although Black Mountain Eagle controlled himself not to care and believed that his men could hold on, his eyes still swept across the sky from time to time.

The intensive artillery sound distracted him a little.

"Mani Mani Hong..."

After the wind chimes rang, the wizard took out the prayer wheel and started to turn it, and at the same time lit the butter lamps around the cemetery.

Everyone looked solemn and solemn.

This made Black Mountain Eagle nod his head. His son's ceremony was quite good. Black Knife Point was worthy of being an adjutant for many years. It was a pity that he did not protect him well.

After the ten wizards finished their work, Heidaojian bit his lip, held the soil next to the coffin and stepped forward, saying respectfully:

"Commander Hei, scatter a handful of soil."

Heishan Diao knew that this was the last ceremony. Once he scattered the soil, he would be completely separated from his son, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Dapeng!"

Heishan Diao grabbed a handful of soil and knelt down beside the coffin with a bang. He was cold-tempered, but Hei Dapeng was his son after all.

The father-son relationship of more than 20 years made him kneel on the wet ground involuntarily, holding the black coffin and shouting:

"Dapeng, go well."

The light of the butter lamp shone on his face. At that moment, the pain he showed almost infected everyone.

Everyone seemed to hear a long and heartbroken cry of pitiful parents at the same time.

Afterwards, more than a hundred people knelt down uncontrollably, crying bitterly with Heishan Diao, and Pattaya and the soldiers also knelt beside them, showing their sadness.

More than a dozen women in plain clothes cried loudly, adding a touch of sadness to the rainy weather.

Heidaojian knelt on the ground with his hands and feet, and kowtowed repeatedly, showing his greatest guilt...

"Dapeng, have a safe journey. Don't worry, I will send you all the things you like. I won't let you be lonely..."

The Black Mountain Eagle leaned forward half of his body and scattered the soil in his hand to the head of the coffin, which was the position of the head of the Black Dapeng.

At this moment, the Black Mountain Eagle suddenly smelled a breath, a cold and unfamiliar breath of strangers, completely different from the Black Blade.

This breath was very weak, and it would be completely unrecognizable if it encountered wood fragrance or burning paper money.

The Black Mountain Eagle could smell it because the air on the hill was fresh, and he was still lying on the damp coffin, so he could detect a hint of strangeness.

The Black Mountain Eagle also found that this breath of strangers came from the grave, no, from the coffin.

"Asshole!"

He instantly felt the danger, and the veins on his forehead suddenly popped up, and he pushed his hands to eject and retreat.

It would be fine if he didn't move, but once he moved, the dangerous breath surged, like a tongue of fire licking people.

"Swoosh!"

A gray sword stabbed out of the coffin, and with a crisp sound, it pointed at the throat of the Black Mountain Eagle like a venomous snake.

The Black Mountain Eagle had already retreated with all his strength, and his body was also bent three points, but it was still half a beat late.

The sword flashed, piercing his throat and out from behind his neck.

"Puff!"

Blood splashed out along with the tip of the sword.

The blood of the Black Mountain Eagle was bright red like everyone else's, and it was also very warm when it splashed on the faces of others.

The Black Mountain Eagle's eyes bulged out, still staring at the gray sword in the coffin, and blood flowed down his throat again, along the deadly gray sword...

The coffin lid had been broken, and the dead 'Black Dapeng', who was shot in the face by Ye Tianlong six times, sat in the coffin, holding the gray sword in his hand.

A sword to the throat.

No one made a sound, no one moved, and even breathing had stopped...