Three hours later, in the afternoon, there was a pear garden in Sijiucheng.

This is the Hongjia industry.

It was opened by a guy who came to Sijiucheng with February Hong.

This guy, whose surname is He, was one of the most trusted guys Er Yuehong had back then.

Over the years, I have opened such a pear garden in Sijiu City.

It is not only to make a living, but also to quietly wait for February Hong to come here to sing opera.

The people of the Hong family have long since stopped touching underground things for many years, and their way of making a living is their best opera.

However, there are fewer and fewer young people who like to listen to operas nowadays, and those who come here all year round are familiar faces.

Some older guests.

After receiving the news about the Crescent Hotel, Mr. He was stunned for a while.

Then, the Liyuan was clean and neatly emptied and the stage was re-arranged into the style that February Hong was most accustomed to that year.

Although this trip offended many old customers, Mr. He didn't care.

"Second Master, Second Master! After so many years, I didn't expect that I could listen to you sing again in my lifetime!"

In the pear garden, the white-haired Mr. He knelt in front of Er Yuehong's wheelchair, tears flowing.

"Old He, thank you for so many years, get up quickly. You are so old and still kneel down at any time."

"I'm here today to sing my last play..."

It is completely different from three hours ago. At this time, Er Yuehong's spiritual and spiritual slashing look, how could he look like he was about to die?

"Second Master..."

Mr. He also knew Er Yuehong's physical condition.

At the age of 102, February Hong has reached its limit.

"This is Mr. Xiao Ming back then, right?"

Mr. He looked at Hu Ming, who was pushing a wheelchair behind him, wiped his tears, and said kindly.

Although Hu Ming is not young anymore, compared with the old man in front of him, Hu Ming is also a junior.

"It's me, Mr. He, I've been away from Sijiu City for so many years. Thanks to your care for my master."

Hu Ming nodded and said softly.

"You are polite, Master Xiao Ming, I am the second master's friend. If it weren't for the second master, I would have died in that chaotic era."

"Our Hong family, except for some bastards, are the second master's people in life, and die, are also the second master's ghost!"

Hu Ming knew who the bastard was he was talking about.

Tangerine Pi A Si.

Except for February Hong, the rest of the Hong family have no good feelings for this person.

"Okay, Lao He, don't tell your children these words. He has his life and should not be affected by the grievances of our older generation."

"I don't have much time left. Take me to change my clothes. I want to sing this last play!"

Er Yuehong interrupted Lao He and his impression of Chen Pi A Si, his former apprentice, was quite complicated.

"Okay, Master Second, come with me, I'll take you there."

He took the wheelchair from Hu Ming, and Lao He pushed Er Yuehong and walked towards the changing room in a nagging manner.

Hu Ming and Yin Nanfeng sat on the seat facing the stage.

At this time, many people have come here.

Zhang Rishan, Jie Yuchen, Huo Xiuxiu and other familiar people.

Hu Ming even saw some unfamiliar faces here.

But undoubtedly, these people are all people with good relationships with February Yuehong.

Those who have ulterior motives have long been bombarded by Zhang Yueshan.

No one wants to disturb February Yuehong's last performance at this time.

"Mr. Xiao Er!"

Many people stood up and greeted Hu Ming again. Most of them were juniors and old people from the Hong family. Therefore, they also guessed that from today on, Hu Ming might be the second master of the Ninth Sect!

"sit!"

Hu Ming nodded and said nothing.

"Hu Ming, the second master finished singing this play..."

Zhang Rishan sat next to Hu Ming and asked in a deep voice.

"It's time to leave. This is a pair of fierce medicine, a fierce medicine with extremely serious side effects."

Hu Ming looked down at Zhang Yueshan's wrist, and the silver ring was wearing it on his wrist.

There is nothing to hide.

"Yes... But, the second master should be able to leave with satisfaction this time."

Zhang Yueshan closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"According to his last words, I will take his body back to Changsha for burial, and then..."

"After that, you probably won't appear in Sijiu City easily again, right?"

"For you, there should be nothing to remember except the Second Master of the Nine Gate."

Zhang Yueshan smiled bitterly, Hu Ming's meaning was already clearly stated to him.

"Will not come to Sijiu City again?"

Yin Nanfeng was stunned and looked at Hu Ming with an unknown expression.

"There is a high probability that I have something I want to do. Sijiu City is not a place to stay for a long time. Moreover, my parents are both abroad. As for those assets and forces, I have always handed over to Hu Bayi and the others. It is the same whether they come to Sijiu City or not!"

Hu Ming didn't understand what this girl meant, but he still admitted it.

"Is that true, I understand..."

Nanfeng nodded, his mind was changing, his bright eyes were circling, and he didn't know what to do.

Next to him, Jie Yuchen had already burst into tears silently.

Er Yuehong is his teacher, and in terms of feelings, she is three more intimate than her adoptive father Jie Lianhuan.

Hu Ming patted his shoulder, which was considered comforting.

In fact, he felt that compared to Er Yuehong's three sons, he was compared to him.

Jie Yuchen is more like Er Yuehong's child, after all, he is the person who has been with Er Yuehong for the longest time.

Since I - Follow the King -

Battle of the East-West--

What is coming is coming, and the time for February Hong is finally here.

Accompanied by the last masterpiece, Er Yuehong fell to the ground with satisfaction.

Before leaving, I held a photo tightly in my arms.

"Second Master!!!"

At this moment, there were crying in the Liyuan.

After that, there was nothing to say.

According to February Yuehong's last words, Hu Ming drove to Changsha with the ice coffin sealing the body of February Yuehong.

"No, I said, you, after all, the boss of the Crescent Hotel, why do you have to follow me to Changsha?"

"The family business is not needed? Don't your family members die in a hurry?"

Hu Ming looked at the co-pilot of the truck in confusion, where Yin Nanfeng was sitting there in a decent black dress.

"Hmph, Uncle Ming, don't break the bridge when crossing the river. I'll give you your driver's license."

"Otherwise, I see why you took Erye to Changsha? Even this truck was still the one I found for you!"

Yin Nanfeng twitched lightly and said dissatisfiedly.

"…Okay, I thank you!"

Hu Ming's mouth twitched slightly.

He saw that this girl was relying on him this time.

It is impossible to drive it away, not to mention that it is about to arrive in Changsha City, so it is not realistic to drive it away.

"Anyway, since you have arrived here with me, after the burial, you should go back honestly."

"I have something to do next. It's too dangerous to go down the ground, but it's not suitable for a lady like you."

"Also, don't refute it. If I dare to take you to the ground, let alone your family, that old guy Zhang Yueshan will have to peel me alive!"

Yin Nanfeng wanted to say something, but after Hu Ming said this, he could never say it.
Chapter completed!