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Spirit Nation's Divine Capital.
The resting place of the True Dragon Son of Heaven should have been filled with dragon qi and arrogance.
But today, this dragon energy was a little dispirited.
What was the reason?
The envoys of the six states had entered the capital.
The Warrior Kingdom, the Foot Basin Kingdom, the White Bear Kingdom, the Holy Angel Kingdom, the Gentleman Kingdom, and the Military State.
On this day.
Those who had the ability to calculate and play around in the Spirit Nation all sighed and shook their heads. There were even some who angrily said that the Spirit Monarch was not a son.
He claimed to be the emperor of a country.
He actually did such a traitorous thing.
You're already half dead, and you still want to cause such trouble. Can't you just die obediently?
On this day.
The whole country was in chaos.
The world was filled with smoke.
However, every single one of them kept their mouths shut and did not reveal what had happened in the Ling Kingdom's Imperial Court.
Beihai Ghost Suppression Bureau, within the governor's manor.
Commander Tang Long had a hole in his chest that was bleeding profusely.
His days were numbered.
In front of him.
Jiang Junxiong stood with his hands behind his back. Beside him, Gu Jing's hand was covered in blood.
"You... Why are you doing this?"
Tang Long looked at Jiang Junxiong with resentment.
"The current Spirit Monarch is fatuous and immoral. He actually did something that betrayed his country. You eagles and hounds are not good people either. If you live, you will only stop me from controlling the Beihai Ghost Suppression Bureau.”
Jiang Junxiong said expressionlessly.
Tang Long, who was about to die, was shocked. How did he know about this? Didn't Old Master Huo only tell me?
"You…"
He was about to say something.
Gu Jing, who was beside him, walked up to him. He used his blood-covered hand to extend two fingers and stabbed Tang Long's brain a few times.
"You're still so cruel."
Jiang Junxiong looked at Tang Long's corpse and smiled.
"Mr. Jiang, this is what you taught me. Those who achieve great things do not stick to small details. Techniques are only tools that lead to the final path.”
"You understand."
"Then what should we do with him?"
Gu Jing pointed at Tang Long, who was still warm.
" At night, disguise yourself as him and gather the special forces and the Ghost Suppressing Bureau to attack the Road of Peace. When the commander dies, we will suffer heavy losses. This is the loss of the imperial court…"
"Looks like I still have a lot to learn.”
Gu Jing said leisurely.
On the second day.
The commander of the Ghost Suppressing Bureau of Beihai led his troops to attack the evil sect's Road of Peace and died for his country. The news of the Ghost Suppressing Bureau's heavy losses spread throughout the entire Beihai.
On this day.
The people in the ghost department are dressed in white.
Inside the mourning hall.
The people from the various worlds of the North Sea were also here. The Prefect of the North Sea, the Thirteen Gangsters, oh no, now it was the Ten Gangsters, the Commanders of the Nine Gates, and the influential figures of the various worlds.
Of course.
As a rising star, Lan Yu also came.
Jiang Junxiong had personally invited him.
Initially, he was not willing to come. What did Tang Long's death have to do with him? It was not like he was going to collect the corpse in his funeral parlor.
Wasn't it good to die early and reincarnate early?
In the end.
Jiang Junxiong turned around and said,"I'll have to trouble Mr. Lan to help me deal with Commander Tang's corpse."
Lan Yu felt that it was worth it.
Tang Long had contributed a lot to the North Sea when he was alive. As a citizen of the North Sea, he had to come and see Commander Tang.
She watched him for the last time.
Only then would he be worthy of his status as the new generation of Ling Nation's Three Virtuous Young Masters.
Yes!
In the hall.
Tang Long's coffin was quietly parked in front of everyone.
Below them sat the Prefect, Jiang Junxiong, Lan Yu, the ten Grand Protectors, and the Nine Gates Commanders.
" Today, let's embrace our grief."
Alright.
The magistrate read out a poem he had written to commemorate the past. In the end, he even shed a few drops of tears. Lan Yu was so sleepy that she almost crawled out of her mouth.
The flashy posture lasted until the afternoon.
Only then did the magistrate leave with the excuse of excessive grief and unwell.
It was finally over.
In the hall.
Only Jiang Junxiong, the Nine Gates Admiral, the Thirteen Gangsters, oh no, the Ten Gangsters, and the others were left.
He didn't know if it was Brother Jiang Jun's intention, but Lan Yu's seat was actually beside him.
As the person in charge of the Ghost Suppressing Bureau, one could imagine how high Jiang Junxiong's status was in Beihai. He was currently sitting in the first position.
Blue Jade was second.
Originally, he had killed the dragon, tiger, and leopard, which meant that the Thirteen Gangsters had become enemies. Now, he was suppressing them in his seat.
Those who came out to mingle were all fighting for face.
If this noodle was lost, nothing would work.
Previously, because the magistrate was here, no one dared to make a fuss. Now that the magistrate had left, someone dared to speak up.
"Yo, since when did a funeral parlor become taller than us?”
Lan Yu, who was originally sleepy, was no longer sleepy when he heard this.
He instantly looked in the direction of the sound.
He saw a man dressed in greasy clothes sitting in the camp of the Thirteen Gangsters. He was holding a pink handkerchief and wiping something.
Did he really think that he was doing this for a beauty?
The problem was that Lan Yu didn't know this person.
When the people sitting in the hall saw that someone had stood up to light the fire, they all looked on with the attitude of watching the show.
Other than a few people, the others had really not come into contact with Lan Yu.
"Master, he is the coachman of the Thirteen Gangsters.”
You Hua lowered his head and whispered into Lan Yu's ear.
"I was wondering who it was. Shouldn't this coachman be strong and vigorous? Why is he a greasy rabbit?”
Lan Yu asked with a smile.
Rabbit boys, in layman's terms, were homosexual, sissy, and big mother zero.
The people around them all stifled their laughter when they heard this.
Lan Yu's words had stepped on the coachman's tail.
He instantly stood up and pointed at Lan Yu, scolding,""Surnamed Lan! Do you think you can be arrogant just because you killed the three brothers? If you don't give me an explanation today, you won't be able to leave this door!!!!!”
Lan Yu frowned.
Immediately, he had a thought.
He plucked something that looked like a watermelon seed from the air and placed it in his hand.
"Long!" he shouted casually.
In the blink of an eye, the watermelon seed sprouted, blossomed, and matured, turning into a round watermelon the size of a head.
This move instantly made the pupils of some people present who knew what was good shrink.
Among them were the secret service team, Jiang Junxiong, Lord Zeng, and a man with a feminine expression.
These people all understood what this thing was and what it represented.
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