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614 A hand

Xiefengtang is an example.

Although Wanyu Hall also lost some people, it destroyed the entire Xiefeng Hall and seized the original forces of Xiefeng Hall by powerful means.

What it depends on is one's foresight, grasp of the general direction, and formulated a large plan. The other is to make no mistakes, fill in details, and act quickly.

Whether it is the Jingjiwei or the Yingge, a major force in the Jianghu, they all turn a blind eye to Wanyutang. Wanyutang is the rules of the Jianghu, and the Jingjiwei cannot get involved.

In addition, they will never involve any interests of the Film Pavilion. Although the Film Pavilion is a gangster, there is no reason to intervene in this matter.

Or, there is another reason, which is the influence of Shangguan Qianyu's personal ideas.

The owner of Wanyu Hall is the Yin-faced Man. The Yin-faced Man is the person Zhou Xingyun likes. The Yin-faced Man is Leng Yuyuan's brother. Leng Yuyuan is the man Yan Qingrui once loved. Whether from Zhou Xingyun or from Yan Qingrui, Shangguan Qianyu is willing to be smart Wanyu Hall to be in a river.

In the midst of busyness, Shangguan Qianyu, surrounded by a lot of affairs, did not feel how fast time passed.

However, one day in the middle of the night, with the sound of drums, Shangguan Qianyu, who opened his eyes, suddenly realized that tomorrow was the day of Yan Qingrui's seventeenth.

Yan Qingrui has been killed for forty-nine days.

The first seven is the day when the soul is restored. It is said that a person has seven souls, and one soul is dissipated in seven days. The seven seven is the time when the soul completely dissipates.

After tomorrow, Yan Qingrui will truly disappear from this world.

Shangguan Qianyu was stunned for a long time and was about to be seventeen. Why did he feel like he was yesterday? Why did he still feel dull when he thinks about it? He hasn't thought of Xia Zirou for a long time, but he would think of that light smile and careless woman every day.

He learned how she grilled fish, and he learned how to cook vegetables, but no matter how she cooked, she lacked that kind of taste, that warm and reassuring taste, that natural and meditative taste.

However, not only was she dead, but her soul was about to dissipate.

There will be no difference in the world because of one more person, nor will it be different because of one less person. But why does he feel that Yan Qingrui dies and takes away the warmth he can feel in this world?

The next day, Shangguan Qianyu pushed everything, brought the sacrifices, and came to Yan Qingrui's grave again.

This is her last day in this world. He owes her and can no longer repay it. Let's accompany her on this last day!

Monk Xuyun said that Yan Qingrui’s horoscope is abnormal, and her soul is different from that of ordinary people. She cannot stop her spirits, set up sacrifices, enter temples, do rituals, and save the dead souls...

He could only sit quietly here.

There are still three fragrant branches, still selected fruits, and the freshly baked snacks in Jinsulou, and there are two jars of wine next to it.

Two big jars of wine.

Ten kilograms per jar.

Shangguan Qianyu lit incense, and when he removed the mud seal of the wine jar, even the birds in the mountains stopped singing for a moment, and the fragrance of the wine spread out quickly.

The three cups that were first were naturally to pay tribute to Yan Qingrui.

Shangguan Qianyu sprinkled wine on the ground in front of the grave.

Although his heart still felt dull and painful when he saw the words on the tombstone, after all, so long has passed, he can look directly at it.

Just as he turned around and placed the offerings, a hand quietly stretched out from behind the tombstone and reached towards one of the jars of wine.
Chapter completed!
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