God-level funeral: creating a mysterious past

Chapter 6 Father and Son

On a spacious grassland, there are large and small tombstones erected around it.
This is the ancestral grave of the Qin family. There is a big pit on the ground in front of it, which is used to bury Mr. Qin.

There are crystal dewdrops on the green grass, which exudes fragrance.

The ground was a little muddy, and the people walking around were wearing black suits and were arranging the venue.

The hall of the Qin family's villa was brightly lit, and food was placed on the table to entertain the guests who came to express their condolences.

"Eldest Young Master Qin is really young and promising. It must be very difficult to become the head of the Qin family at such a young age."

"You're still called Young Master, they're all called Patriarch Qin, don't you think so?"

The man who was hanging around was hugging a woman dressed in fancy clothes, and they were surrounded by people who came to toast.

"Does it need to be said? Who am I, Qin Hongliang, who else can take the position of the Patriarch besides me!"

He smelled of alcohol all over his body, his eyes were a little cloudy, and he leaned against the woman.

"Hi~ Come give me a kiss." Qin Hongliang asked her for a kiss, ignoring everyone's gaze.

The woman gently pushed his body away, and said with a charming smile, "You're necrotic~~" But an imperceptible trace of disgust flashed in her eyes.

"Well, Patriarch Qin, there's a recent project over there, I wonder if it can be done?" The man who flattered Qin Hongliang rubbed his hands and asked him tentatively.

"Xiang, item, give it, give it all, give it whatever you want." Hearing that he was called the head of the family, he was in a good mood and said boldly.

Hearing this, the eyes of the surrounding group of people lit up, like hyenas smelling carrion, "Patriarch Qin, and me, don't forget me." They all took out the contract and handed it to Qin Hongliang .

While half asleep and half awake, he signed a bunch of contracts in a daze.

"I'm not feeling well, Song Berry, help me up." He staggered up the stairs, and Song Berry supported his body.

"Boss Qin, go slowly!" Everyone nodded and bowed to him, and only spit in his direction after his figure disappeared.

"This Qin Ershi is really stupid, he really thinks of himself as a character." The previous flattering eyes were full of contempt.

"Oh, you're wrong. The more stupid he is, the better. Don't you think we've got another share? I hope he will always be the head of the Qin family." Yang raised the contract in Yang's hand, and the other's The face is full of smiles.

"That's true." They laughed at the same time.

"Master, are you alright?" Looking at Qin Hongliang who was swaying, Uncle Zhao hurried up to greet him.

"Huh? What Eldest Young Master? Call me Patriarch!" He stared angrily at the old man in front of him, "Uncle Zhao, don't you know who is the master of the Qin family now?"

"I'm sorry, Da, no, Patriarch, I was confused." Lowering his head, Uncle Zhao hastily apologized.

"Patriarch, that, when will the Poqiao Pill be available?" Seeing that Qin Hongliang was about to leave, he asked anxiously, looking at him eagerly.

Uncle Zhao is impatient now, his lifespan is running out, and he can feel the weakness of his body every day, and his heart is full of fear.

If he hadn't promised himself an Aperture Pill, how could he have betrayed the master?
Poor Aperture Pill is a precious pill that can break through the body's acupoints, allowing a martial artist to break through to the realm of a congenital martial artist.

"I'll give it to you when it's done. Mr. Ye hasn't said anything yet." His face was a little irritable, and when Qin Hongliang walked not far away, he cursed in a low voice, "The older you get, the more confused you become."

Uncle Zhao, who respectfully sent Qin Hongliang away, looked at his back gloomyly.

He turned around and walked towards the other side. The venue was almost set up, and Qin Kunpeng needed to appear.

The man in black waiting in front of the door bowed his head respectfully to Uncle Zhao.

"How is it, is there anything unusual?"

"No, it's been quiet these past few days." The man in black reported the situation.

Signaling to open the door, one person swiped the magnetic card on the electronic lock, and the first iron door was opened, revealing the scarred wooden door.

With a slight push, the plank collapsed.

"Young master, it's time for you to attend the funeral of the master."

After looking around the room, Uncle Zhao looked at the raised quilt on the bed, and walked over to pick it up.

! ! !I saw that there was no one on the bed, so I hurried to the side and opened the bathroom door, but there was still no one.

"Where did the person go!" shouted towards the outside, and he was answered by the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground.

"What!" Feeling that something was wrong, Uncle Zhao rushed towards the door, and before he stepped out of the iron gate, he was rushed towards his face, isolating him inside.

"Uncle Zhao, you should rest inside." Qin Kunpeng fumbled for the weapon on the man in black, pinned the swarthy pistol to his waist, and left quickly.

Suddenly, there was a huge collision sound from behind, and the iron door that had blocked him for many days broke into two halves and hit the wall heavily.

"Young master, you are too naughty."

Looking back, Qin Kunpeng's eyes almost fell out of fright. As expected, he was only one step away from the strength of an innate warrior. The thick iron gate was twisted and deformed, and a fist shadow could be seen on it.

This made him quicken his pace again, but Uncle Zhao behind him was like an eagle spreading its wings, leaping forward with a loud sound, and pounced straight towards him.

Qin Kunpeng could clearly see the gleaming nails on his hands, which were Uncle Zhao's unique skill - Eagle Claw Skill.

Quickly fired a few shots behind him, trying to stop him for a moment.

With a cold snort, Uncle Zhao looked at the flying bullets, but in his eyes they were extremely slow, his hands changed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing sounded, all the bullets were bounced off.

The Eagle Claw is done!Qin Kunpeng's face turned pale with shock. He heard from his grandfather that this Eagle Claw Kung Fu is as powerful as gold and iron, invulnerable and infinitely powerful.

When the trigger was pressed, there were a few empty sounds, the gun was out of bullets, and the handle of the gun was thrown towards Uncle Zhao, and he rolled on his own.

His original position was pierced by five fingers, and his nails sank deep into the tiles. When he lifted it up, the floor and the cement inside were lifted, exposing the steel bars inside.

What a terrifying power, is this the strength of a martial artist Dzogchen!At such a critical juncture, Qin Kunpeng calmed down instead. He held his breath with concentration, and his eyes burst into light.

Without dodging or dodging, he clenched his palms tightly, stretched out his index finger, and pointed towards Uncle Zhao who was coming towards him.

This finger was unremarkable, as if it was pointed at him casually, but Uncle Zhao's heart was aroused with shocking waves, and he quickly put his hands to protect his cover.

It seemed to be very slow, but the speed was extremely fast, and it hit the palm of his hand.

A bloody hole appeared in the center of Uncle Zhao's palm, and even the clothes that were cut off had a hole, so he could barely stop.

One finger from Tianyuan!Unexpectedly, he actually learned the master's unique skill.Sweat dripped from Uncle Zhao's forehead, and a trace of fear flashed across his face, as he brushed past the Grim Reaper.If Qin Kunpeng hadn't just had a glimpse of the door, he might be dead now.

Because of this finger, Qin Kunpeng's body was a little weak, and it seemed that most of his physical strength and spirit were consumed.

Under the despairing eyes, the acupuncture point was blocked by Uncle Zhao.

(End of this chapter)