Ultimate Pawn

Chapter 138: One person serves incense, only one

The sky is overcast with clouds.

In the morning, 9:04.

Holy Trinity Church, in front of the steps.

Chen Zong carried the giant mahogany coffin and stood leisurely.

All around, the yellow-brown is surrounded by a sea of ​​people.

The crowds killed the central government.

He and Huang Zhengming are no more than ten meters apart.

The two have faced each other for four minutes.

"Since it's here, I should go in and give your son... a piece of incense, right?"

Chen Zongheng carried the coffin, his eyes faint.

Huang Zhengming's expression was cold, and a terrible breath flashed in his pupils.

He moved slowly, giving way.

"Count you, know yourself."

Incense to the son, then... represents respect for the deceased.

Even so, Huang Zhengming... there is no need to stop it.

It seems that at this moment, Chen Zong... finally admits it.

This saves him trouble.

After the incense was given to his son, it was when Chen Zong...kneeled and cut off the head.

Use Chen Zong's blood to pay homage to his son...the spirit of the sky.

That's it for Chen Zong, carrying the giant mahogany coffin, step by step, stepping up the steps.

Walk towards the door of the church...

At this time, inside the church.

Hundreds of guests were seated.

In front of the church stage, Zhou Ruotong, holding the microphone, is standing in front of the funeral stage, preparing to open the funeral.

‘Bah. At this moment, the door of the church was suddenly pushed open!

Throughout the church scene, hundreds of guests... turned their heads and looked at the door in confusion.

And when everyone's eyes... saw the figure at the door... everyone's hearts trembled inexplicably.

I saw the gate of the church.

A slender and burly figure stood like a stone sculpture.

He has a straight suit and a giant red wooden coffin on his shoulders, just like this step by step, slowly moving forward.

All the guests present looked weird and shocked.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

This is the funeral of the second son of Huang.

This.

This sudden appearance of a man in a suit, carrying a giant coffin, appeared in the church? !

What is this going to do?

Although, at the funeral, guests will give gifts.

But, how can anyone... give the coffin to the deceased's funeral?

This is a bad omen.

This is really messing up.

Making trouble at the funeral of the second son of the Huang family...? ? !

In the church, the eyes of countless guests cast on the young man.

However, many of you here recognize Chen Zongheng.

They, back then... had personally experienced the funeral of Huang's father-in-law.

Many people have seen Chen Zongheng with their own eyes.

This fair and elegant young man left an indelible impression on them.

Now, at this moment.

This elegant youth of the common people has actually appeared again? ? !

The pupils of the guests shrank, and a horrified thought emerged in their minds.

Could it be? ? !

Rumors of the truth about the sudden death of the second son of the Huang family...Yes, really? ?

Rumor has it that the second son of the Huang family... was killed by a young man and cut off his head on the spot.

But that's just a rumor. Many people still don't believe it.

But at this moment, when Chen Zong appeared on the scene of the church carrying a giant coffin.

Those guests actually believed it a little!

Could it be that the second son of the Huang family... was he really caught? murder? ?

Hundreds of thousands of eyes focus, under the attention.

Chen Zong carried the coffin, step by step... towards the funeral table of the church.

Wherever he went, the guests on both sides evaded one after another.

He just stepped forward and came to the funeral table.

On stage.

Zhou Ruotong was holding the microphone, her pretty face was dumbfounded, and she looked at the man in front of the stage dumbly.

This man, how can she not know him?

Isn't this the young man who was at the table with Huang Er Gongzi at the tofu farewell banquet three days ago?

That day, after the young man made a big tofu feast at the Huangjia Tofu, he left the scene peacefully.

But now, he actually... has come again.

Come to attend the funeral of the second son Huang? !

Chen Zongheng carried the coffin and looked at her faintly.

"I said that today, three days later, you don't need to host this funeral." His voice was very calm, giving people an inexplicable stability.

At this moment, Zhou Ruotong's pretty face... is even more shocked and astonished.

This is what he said to himself at the Huangjia Tofu Banquet three days ago?

On that day, Zhou Ruotong thought that this young man was just talking casually.

But, I didn't expect it. Today... After all, it became real.

He really came.

And, fulfilling the promise? Let yourself not have to host this funeral?

At this time, Zhou Ruotong was completely confused.

She just stood in front of the stage, the microphone in her hand was a little unstable, and she stared at the man in front of her blankly.

Chen Zong stepped onto the funeral table.

Then, slowly put down the giant red wooden coffin.

The thick and heavy coffin, the moment it landed, it seemed that the whole ground trembled slightly.

In the presence, the hearts of all the guests also trembled.

He handed Zhou Ruotong the neat and tidy suit on his right hand.

"Help me hold it for a while."

Zhou Ruotong was a little surprised and complicated, but he reached out his hand cautiously and took over his suit jacket.

At this time, groups of security members wearing yellow-brown uniforms are constantly pouring in throughout the church.

In a short time, all the paths of the entire church were blocked.

Surrounded on all sides.

The situation is settled, and after he finishes the incense, he will... never step out of this church again.

On the funeral table.

Chen Zongheng looked faintly, stepping on his shiny black leather shoes, slowly...walked in front of the golden ice coffin.

In the air, there was a stinking corpse that was disgusting.

However, he seemed to be indifferent and his face remained unchanged.

He slowly stretched out his hand and smoked a piece of incense from the spiritual platform.

Then, lit.

But, the point is...he just ordered a piece of incense?

How can anyone offer incense to the dead...only one? ?

The deceased worshipped as a sign of respect, and would...light three incenses to worship.

The first one, Jingtian.

The second root, respectfully.

The third root is to respect the dead.

This is the courtesy of three incense.

But, does he only light a piece of incense? ? What kind of etiquette is this? ?

Who do you respect for this incense? ?

This is nothing short of disrespect to the deceased.

Holding the lonely incense stick, Chen Zong walked slowly to the ice coffin of the golden dragon.

"You're presumptuous! Is there a gift to give incense to the deceased?!" On the side, a Huang's housekeeper suddenly looked furious and violently scolded him!

This is simply presumptuous!

Today, the second son has such a grand funeral. How can this person be rude? !

But, just as the Huang family steward rushed forward, the moment his palm was resting on Chen Zong's shoulder.

Chen Zongheng suddenly stretched out an index finger and tapped it lightly.

"puff!"

His index finger instantly penetrated the steward's trachea and throat sharply.

The steward trembled suddenly and his pupils widened.

A blood hole the size of a finger suddenly appeared on his trachea.

The blood gushes out like spring water!

"Uh..." He trembled, trying to cover his neck with his hands, but it didn't help. The blood stained his hands red, and he couldn't stop spraying.

"Bah." His corpse fell to the ground, blood staining the ground.

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