My master is invincible

Chapter 1935 Eight Immortals Gathering (17)

Then Yuan Qingtian's eyes, seeing my expression, immediately understood my thoughts, and smiled at me, "Master Chen, are you looking for my nephew?"

I was taken aback, and looked up at him suspiciously, without denying it, I said, "Yes!"

He laughed, "You may not know that my nephew and his relatives have already gone to the cemetery, and they will probably not be able to return home until evening."

Ok?
Come back at night?
What's the situation?
Could it be that Yuan Zhenghua, his parents and others won't show up during the funeral?
Just when I was in a daze for a while, Yuan Qingtian didn't know what was in his mind or what was going on, but he grabbed my arm, took a step forward, and continued to smile: "Mr. Yuan invites all seniors to come here today." , There are three small things, the first thing is to say that my nephew Yuan Zhenghua entrusted him with a funeral for his grandma, who is also my teacher's wife. As for the cause of the funeral, Yuan will not hide it , I plan to use the method of blood mourning to fiddle with it."

As soon as these words came out, there was a deathly silence in the hall.

This kind of silence lasted for nearly ten seconds, and suddenly, the atmosphere in the main room exploded.

"My grass, blood mourning."

"Are you crazy!"

"Isn't this blood funeral for all of us to be buried with us?"

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All of a sudden, the whole hall was boiling, and even those old men couldn't help but started swearing.

And when I heard this, I felt so depressed, I thought Yuan Qingtian's blood funeral should be done in secret, or he thought that everyone didn't know about the blood funeral, so he dared to mess with it.

However, it now appears that this is not the case.

How dare he blatantly speak out about blood mourning in front of so many senior coffin bearers.

This... this... what the hell is going on!
Just as the whole hall was boiling, Yuan Qingtian coughed lightly, and said with a smile: "Seniors, don't panic, just listen to me finish this second matter."

But at this moment, his words had no effect at all, and those seniors criticized Yuan Qingtian one by one.

But Yuan Qingtian directly ignored their attitude, and winked at a coffin bearer outside the hall.

The coffin bearer came back to his senses and immediately walked outside.

In less than a moment, the coffin bearer returned with something extra in his hand, a microphone.

Yuan Qingtian took the microphone from his coffin-bearer, blew softly a few times, ignoring the noise in the main room, and then said softly: "The second thing I want to say today is about our coffin-carrying Craftsman's future plan for a hundred years."

These words seemed to have some effect, and many old people still avoided speaking, only a very small part of their voices sounded.

This is also a reasonable thing. The coffin bearers who can stay in this hall are all people of some status, and they naturally think about problems longer than ordinary coffin bearers.

Therefore, when they heard the coffin bearer's centenary time, they naturally fell silent.

To be honest, as far as I am concerned, we coffin bearers have no plans for a century at all. It is ambiguous whether we can survive in the next 50 years, no, it should be 20 years, or even ten years.

Then Yuan Qingtian seemed to want this kind of effect, he said again: "Speaking of this century-old plan, I have some good news to tell you, after the unremitting efforts of five generations of our Yuan family, it finally has the effect now, just need Seniors, cooperate with me to do a good job. The future coffin bearers will be famous forever, and all of you here are celebrities in the coffin bearer industry. Your names will be recorded in the annals of history and enjoy the admiration of future generations. His descendants will be respected by their peers, and even become the princes of the family."

I have to say that Yuan Qingtian has a lot of experience in deceiving people's hearts. Everyone's blood boiled with enthusiasm when he said this, and even I was a little moved.

After all, as a coffin bearer, no one wants to see the industry disappear.

These old people present have dedicated their entire lives to the coffin bearer, and they are naturally more eager than me to let the name of the coffin bearer last forever.

So, when I heard this, I said inwardly, Yuan Qingtian's inspiring words may really be able to convince these old people present.

Now, I couldn't stand anymore, and I was about to speak.

When Yuan Qingtian saw my movements, he smiled slightly, took out a photo from his hand, and handed it to me quietly.

I looked down, and my face suddenly changed. It was Wen Xue who was not in the photo.

In the photo, Wen Xue was tied up, with dozens of gas tanks beside her.

As soon as I saw this, I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth with hatred.

"Palace Master Chen, you have to be careful with what you say, as long as I give you a call, maybe your child will lose his mother." Yuan Qingtian lowered his voice and said with a smile.

As soon as I heard it, Ma De, this Yuan Qingtian investigated me very clearly, even the fact that I had a child was investigated clearly by him.

I stared at him closely, and said coldly: "Yuan Qingtian, people are doing it, and the sky is watching."

He smiled, ignored me, picked up the microphone, looked at the old men, and said with a smile: "Just now, I discussed with Palace Master Chen, and Palace Master Chen felt that the coffin bearer should be a celebrity. Qiangu, he supported Yuan for the first time, so I don't know what the seniors think?"

Those old people listened to this, you looked at me, I looked at you, but no one spoke.

When Yuan Qingtian saw this situation, he smiled, "Since you seniors haven't thought it over yet, I..."

After finishing talking without him, an old man with a round face spoke up. He said, "Qingtian, you just said that we need to do something well. I don't know what it is?"

Yuan Qingtian smiled, "It's easy to say, I've just told everyone that our Yuan family has worked tirelessly for five generations, and we have achieved some results, and what you need to do is quite simple, that is, Cooperate with me in organizing this blood funeral."

After finishing speaking, he looked at all the elders present, and continued: "Seniors may not know that for this funeral, my master, that is, Master Yuan Yunchang, the old man willingly committed suicide. In order to make the profession of coffin-bearers immortal, my mistress also followed the old path of my master and committed suicide. The two elders died for no other reason than to make the profession of coffin-bearers To leave a strong mark in this vast history, I wonder if the seniors can help the younger generation?"

suicide?

Mrs. Yuan's man committed suicide?
Madam Yuan also committed suicide?
If this is the case, it means that the entire Yuan family has been conspiring for a long time for this so-called blood funeral.

Could Lin Fan be credited for this whole conspiracy?
After flashing this thought, I looked at Yuan Qingtian, and found that he exuded a bookish spirit all over his body, and his whole person even had a sense of immortality.

What happened?
Why did his whole person suddenly change?
This made me stare at Yuan Qingtian closely without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)