There were more than fifty Silver Moon Elders, except for Zhang Zai, no corpse was intact - more than thirty of them were cut off by Robbie's heads. As for the other twenty, they were cut into pieces of meat. So before being buried, Master Zhilian had to let Master Zhilian carefully organize their bodies. It was easy to deal with those who were beheaded, so he sewed his head back to his neck and became. The people who were dismembered need to use the d?n?a test technology to classify each piece of meat and bone one by one, and then enter each coffin.

Of course, such tedious and time-consuming work can only be performed in the funeral home. Therefore, according to the plan formulated by Qian Yi, the funeral organizer, it is necessary to hold a memorial service in the funeral home (only for the elders' families and disciples to watch the ceremony), and then transport the bodies that have been put into the coffin to the elders' cemetery outside Nanbatu City for a farewell meeting (the other ordinary people on the moon are allowed to participate), and finally be buried.

Qian Yi thought that the so-called "the tree falls and the money scatters" and the so-called "when a person leaves, the tea will cool down." Now the moon is in power in the blue ocean, and under his thunderous means, its great power has long been established. There will not be too many people who dare to take the risk of offending the blue ocean and come to attend the funeral, and no one dares to come. But later facts prove that Qian Yi thought things too simple.

"Imperial Chronicle" On July 4, 5018, at 8:30 am, the funeral officially began. In the Funeral Home of Nanba Tucheng, fifty-three elders set up fifty-three mourning halls. Fifty-three coffins were placed among white flowers, and the atmosphere seemed quiet and solemn. The family members of the fifty-three Silver Moon Elders were all wearing hemp and mourning. They all endured the sadness and tears, surrounded the coffin in sequence in order to pay attention to the remains. The whole process went very smoothly, and there was no trouble. After the ceremony, the coffin was covered, and then transported to the hearse one by one, and together with the families of the Silver Moon Elders, gathered in a convoy, crossing the small half of Nanba Tucheng, and set out to the cemetery outside the city.

The coffin of each elder was transported by a hearse. With their family members, the number of vehicles reached hundreds. There is no doubt that such a scene was too big, and it was a bit of a taboo to do so when the martial law was being implemented. However, there were so many families of more than 50 elders. Even if they wanted to make the situation smaller, they could not do it. Even if they felt that they were justified and did everything they did was open and honest, Qian Yi gradually became uneasy after witnessing this scene with his own eyes.

The ability to predict the future may not be only "Sky Eye". Many times, even ordinary people often have - "a whim" or "a flash of inspiration", and then suddenly feel the danger that is about to appear - this kind of example. Just as before an earthquake is about to happen, mice or toads in the earthquake area will migrate collectively, this is the instinctive intuition of danger by organisms. Qian Yi is a martial god-level powerhouse with ten-level powers, and of course, instinctive sensing is at least ten times that of ordinary people. So the convoy goes forward, and he is worried all the way, and even begins to doubt whether it is correct to insist on burying Zhang Zai and the others in the end? Will it cause trouble?

The words said in your mouth are good things but bad things are hit every time. This is called a crow's mouth, or "auspicious". You need to shout three times "auspicious and auspicious, and the family is safe" to eliminate disasters and difficulties. Qian Yi obviously doesn't know this trick, so the more you worry about it, you should take it seriously. Just when the convoy was about to leave the city, suddenly, a loud whistle came from the road ahead.

The sound vibrated all directions, and it was heard from far and near. In an instant, Qian Yi shivered subconsciously, and then instinctively pulled his self-consciousness from his previous random thoughts and returned to reality. Before he could figure out what was going on, the bus at the front of the convoy stopped urgently in a sharp and harsh "crunch" friction sound. One after another, although the vehicles behind him didn't know what was going on, in order to avoid a crash, they could only step on the brakes. Hundreds of cars lined up in a long snake array and lie across the highway, looking down at the ground from a high altitude. Not only was it absolutely spectacular, but it was also amazing.

If something really happened, then as a person in the game, he would definitely not be able to escape or stop him. Now that things have come, regret is useless. He burys his head into the sand like an ostrich, but how can he make up for it? Qian Yi gritted his teeth hard, put his heart forward, stood up, tidy up his clothes, and then smiled and nodded to the others in the bus carriage to show comfort. Then he ordered the driver to open the door, hold his head up and walk out of the carriage with big steps.

Bypassing the bus that was opening the way, Qian Yi walked to the front of the convoy and looked up. Although he was mentally prepared in advance, the situation he saw still scared him on the spot. He saw that about eight or ninety meters ahead of the convoy, a large group of black troops completely occupied the road. Roughly estimated that even if there were not tens of thousands, there were at least seven or eight thousand. Each member of the group was wearing black mourning clothes made of silk and a white headband was tied to his forehead according to the tradition of the moon. Everyone stood up straight. Even though there were many people, there was not even a slight noise. The only person he owned was just so dull that he was so depressed that he wanted to go crazy and was silent!

The distance between them was less than a hundred meters. At this distance, Qian Yi could see all the faces of the people standing in the front row of the other party. Just a glance, he had found at least five or sixty faces that could not be named in a hurry, but still looked very familiar. Without any exception, these people all belonged to Zhang Zai and other disciples of the Silver Moon Elders who were washed away. Not only did they have disciples, but they also had disciples of their disciples. They had no trace of them in the mourning hall before. Zhang Zai thought they were afraid of causing trouble and would not come to attend the funeral. For this reason, he once lamented that people's hearts were not old and sighed that filial piety was not there. But he never expected that he could only guess the beginning, but he could not guess the ending at all.

So many people gathered here at the same time. Is it just to give their master the last journey to fulfill their last filial piety? But if so, why didn't they go directly to the cemetery to gather, but instead blocked the road and prevented the funeral convoy from moving forward? If something abnormal is wrong, it must be a demon! Qian Yi smiled bitterly, feeling that things had begun to break out of his control and ran wildly in an uncontrollable direction. However, the gods felt that Qian Yi really didn't want to have any troubles and any accidents. He just wanted to send Zhang Zai and other brothers into peace. If this kindness and kindness of his fellow disciples were enough, it would be enough. But now it seems... it seems not easy to achieve this simple wish.

No matter what, it is not a big deal to always stand so stupidly and stare at the other party. Moreover, Qian Yi was unwilling to give up hope until the last moment. Let the situation go on. His throat cartilage slid up and down, and he swallowed with difficulty. Then he cheered up and strode forward, and shouted as he walked: "I am Qian Yi from the Elders Council, find someone to talk to me. Who are you? What are you trying to do when you block the road?"

The originally silent crowd immediately responded. Justice, which was completely blocked, suddenly appeared as the crowd separated from left and right. Then a figure of Dao walked out of it. He was not very tall and tall, with a pair of gold-strapped glasses on his face, looking gentle and full of books. Just look at his every move, he could tell that he did not even have the lowest level of magnetic field rotation level. At most, he was just a "samurai". In the world of strong people, he was definitely the bottom. But it was such a warrior. After the generals and commander-level strong men saw him, his eyes showed a look of following his horse.

Of course, he is not an ordinary person to be able to have such ability. Although Qian Yi's mind is in chaos at this moment and he can't remember the names of countless familiar faces opposite him, Qian Yi will never remember the person who comes out to talk to him now. His name is Hang Gang, and as one of Zhang Zai's apprentices, he is very fond of him. However, this man has too poor martial arts talent, and he only hoveres in the realm of electric current and cannot break through the magnetic field. Even so, he has unique skills and seems to have endless money on hand. Several times Qian Yi is in urgent need of money but has difficulty in hand, so he asks Zhang Zai for help. Zhang Zai directly writes Zhang comments and asks Qian Yi to find Hang Gang to solve the problem. In Qian Yi's impression, Hang Gang is sleek and versatile. He is not the kind of person who doesn't care about anything but does it with a strong blood, so it should make sense to tell him.

Qian Yi breathed out his breath with peace of mind, quickened his pace, and shouted: "Han Gang, is it you? Are you here to send Senior Brother Zhang's last journey? Very good, it's worth the love for you on weekdays. But what's wrong with these people? If you come to attend the funeral, you should go to the cemetery to wait, right? Now so many people are crowded together to block the road, what's the real thing? Ask them to give up the road. Otherwise, the auspicious time for burial will be delayed."

"Auspicious time? Uncle Qian, you are really good at telling jokes. Now that people are dead, burying the body into the soil, what other good or bad is there?" Han Gang reached out and held his gold-rimmed glasses and said coldly: "So we are gathered here today not to see how to bury the dead, but to seek justice for more than 50 of us who died unfortunately and were innocently killed!"

Hang's tone of speaking was firm and every word contained a firm determination that would never waver. Before he could finish his words, the thousands of people behind him suddenly clenched their fists and waved them to the sky at the same time, shouting in unison: "Give me justice! Give me justice! Give me justice!" The voice resounded throughout the world, and it was heard from afar within a hundred miles. The artificial atmosphere above his head was affected by the roaring sound of the sky, and immediately vibrated violently, and the wind and clouds changed color. The thick gray clouds that always enveloped the moon people's heads were blown without a trace due to severe environmental pollution, revealing a rare clear sky.

Qian Yi's face changed drastically, and his mind was frightened by this unexpected powerful force. He couldn't help but take three steps back. He finally came back to his senses and stood up again. He smiled bitterly and said, "Just? Where can there be any justice in the world? Even if there is, it may not be just the justice that suits your wishes. Even if it suits your wishes, how much blood will be shed and how heavy the price to pay if you want to get such justice? Alas~~ Brother Han Gang, you are a smart person, you should understand this truth. Since that's the case, why do you have to do such stupid things again?"

Han Gang looked sad and angry and said passionately: "Who said that smart people can't do stupid things? Master raised me and taught me all my skills. If there was no Master, there would be no Han Gang today. Today, Master died innocently. If I, a disciple, did not seek justice for him, then what would he have? What would he have? He said he was his disciple and what would he have? "After speaking, he turned around and asked loudly to the thousands of Yin Yue disciples behind him: "My brothers, do you think this is the truth?"

It seemed as if it had been trained in advance. The thousands of Yinyue disciples raised their fists to the sky again, raised their arms and shouted: "If you kill meritorious officials without guilt, the law of heaven will not tolerate it! If you kill meritorious officials without guilt, the law of heaven will not tolerate it! If you are a teacher, the law of heaven will not tolerate it! If you are a teacher, the law of heaven will not tolerate it!"

Qian Yi's face turned blue. He shouted anxiously: "Stop, stop! What do you know about a group of boys who don't know the world? Hang Gang, how did your master and these dozens of uncles die? Do you know? Don't think that it's great to have a lot of people. If you say there are too many people, do you have more military and police in the city? What's more, in front of the 'that person', even if you have ten times more people, it's not enough for others to kill them with one knife. Hang Gang, the reason why Uncle Master said these words is entirely for your own good. Listen to Uncle Master, take advantage of the disaster, and you'll be disbanded quickly and go back."

"Die? Haha, Uncle Qian, you are wrong. We are afraid of everything, but we are not afraid of death!" Han Gang laughed to the sky, looking crazy. Suddenly, he took off his gold-wire glasses, threw them on the ground and stepped on them. Only a soft "click~" sounded, and the gold-wire glasses were completely trampled by him. Han Gang's crazy laughter stopped from the interruption, and he asked sternly: "Uncle Qian, since you said something about 'that person', it's just right, now, thousands of fellow disciples here are going to ask you, our master was killed for no reason. Who did this? The damn murderer, why did he kill our master? Is the murderer the 'that person' you said? What is his identity?"

"Stop asking, don't ask." Infected by the suppressed atmosphere on the scene, Qian Yi became anxious and irritable. He stomped his feet hard and shook his head to the left and right, "What's the benefit for you to know so much? Believe me, I believe in uncle, I don't know anything, it's better for you. Otherwise... Otherwise..."

"Uncle Qian, stop using the word "death" to be afraid of us. Haven't you discovered that this is definitely useless?" Hang Gang interrupted Qian Yi without hesitation and said loudly: "As both a member of the Elders' Council and a disciple of Yinyue, Master, he used to treat you well, right? Uncle Qian, you have no resentment at all and don't want your brothers to take revenge at all? Well, just be a master, you have the last resort. No problem, we can forgive. Now our own master is killed, we rely on our own strength to take revenge, and there is no need to bother you. How about it, now you just need to tell the name of the murderer. Is it really so difficult?"

Hang's questioning every word is heart-wrenching, and every sentence is like a knife. Qian Yi can't help but feel extremely painful when he hears it. It is natural for disciples to avenge their master, and no one has any reason to stop him. But Reason tells Qian Yi that if he told Hang the name of Lan Hai and they knew, then it would not help them, but to kill them.

Qian Yi witnessed it with his own eyes in the conference hall of the "Moon Emperor Tower" that day. Lan Hai only waved a lightly and had already smashed all nineteen martial god-level powerful men, including Elder Ke. Now the thousands of Silver Moon disciples here seem to be huge, but in fact, there are only one out of a hundred people who can reach the level of ten heavens. Even if the number of people is several times more, Lan Hai will still kill them immediately. Since that is the case, letting them take revenge is to push them to die?

Qian Yi was in a dilemma, and he was in great pain. He struggled and said with difficulty: "Mr. Han Gang, listen to the advice of Uncle Master. Go back now. Oh~~ What kind of person is Uncle Master? Don't you know? Senior Brother Zhang has always taken good care of me. I am sadder than anyone else when he was unfortunately killed. But 'that person'... Oh~~ He is really terrible. Nephew Galaxy is not here, and no one on the moon can defeat him. If you keep the green mountains, why don't you burn? A gentleman takes revenge, it's not too late for ten years. You all go back. Uncle Principal begs you to live a good life. When the "Moon Martial God" comes back, I believe he can definitely give you justice and avenge Senior Brother Zhang and other elders!"

"Life well? Haha, hahahahaha~~" Han Gang laughed three times with grief and anger, and said viciously: "Uncle Master, is there anyone on the moon who can live well now? You can tell anything, just don't tell such boring jokes? The flight ban order, martial law order, and identity identification order. After three consecutive orders, the moon was completely uneasy. In the past, no matter how hard everyone was, they would still have some food to eat. Now? We simply don't even have to eat garbage. In this case, who can live well?"
Chapter completed!