After breaking up, I picked up a beautiful vampire girl

Looking at the weak Shuo Bai, Li Muhan shook his head slightly: "You will not be my trouble, Shuo Ju."

The girl's eyes moved slightly when she heard this, then she chuckled and fell into a coma.

Chapter 606 This Life

The sky in Pingjing City was gloomy and the air was filled with a damp and cold feeling.

There was a steady drizzle in the sky, as if mourning for the deceased.

Several men and women in black suits, holding black umbrellas, stood quietly in front of an inconspicuous small funeral home, their expressions solemn and sad.

The door of the funeral home slowly opened, and the furnishings in the mourning hall were extremely simple.

There were only white banners and a few bunches of white chrysanthemums, and no other unnecessary decorations.

Perhaps this was the deceased's wish before his death, just as simple and plain as he always was.

The coffin lay quietly in the middle of the mourning hall, its black painted surface reflecting the pale light above.

The coffin lid was half open, revealing the peaceful and solemn face of the deceased.

His eyes were closed, his temples were gray, and his wrinkled face had a faint smile, as if he was just sleeping soundly.

However, everyone knew that the person lying in this coffin was Lu Shan, the director of the Pingjing City Special Management Bureau who had recently passed away.

Three days ago, when people in the Special Management Bureaus across the country were still immersed in the fantastic performance of the brilliant star Li Lingan, a simple obituary notice spread to the ears of everyone in the Special Management Bureaus throughout China.

People seemed unable to believe that Lu Shan, the nearly invincible old man who held great power but never showed off, had passed away quietly like this.

People from the Special Management Bureaus across the country spontaneously wanted to come and see the old man off for the last time, but were stopped by a notice issued by the General Administration of Special Management.

In accordance with the last wishes of Lu Shan, the former director of the Special Management Bureau, special management bureaus from other regions are not allowed to come to Pingjing City to express condolences for any reason.

So in this ordinary funeral home, there were no flowers, no elegiac couplets, and not even a decent funeral.

There was only a simple and dilapidated funeral home and a lonely coffin.

No one knows why this highly respected old man chose to die in this way.

Some people say that this was Lu Shan’s last wish before his death.

He lived a frugal life and left a will stating that no lavish funeral should be held after his death.

Some even speculate that perhaps this is his nature, introverted and low-key, never wanting to be the focus of attention.

In the mourning hall that had been silent for a long time, several familiar faces quietly appeared.

They all looked solemn and stood silently in front of the coffin.

Among them are Chang Yue, Wang Yao and Lin Ze.

Wang Yao and Chang Yue are both Lu Shan's disciples, and Chang Yue has followed Lu Shan for decades.

He recalled the scenes of them fighting side by side, competing with each other in wits and courage; he remembered his earnest teachings, teaching by example; he remembered his humorous and witty manner, and the way he made things look easy.

Once upon a time, this man seemed to be omnipotent, and no matter how big the difficulties were, they were not worth mentioning in front of him.

But now, he lies quietly in this cold coffin and will never wake up again.

Chang Yue's heart ached, tears welled up in his eyes, almost bursting out.

He took a deep breath, held back his tears, and looked around the mourning hall.

"Director Chang, Captain Wang, Director Lin, I express my condolences."

Yan Jue presented a bouquet of flowers to Lu Shan, followed by Ling Ying.

The girl no longer had that smile on her face today. Without saying a word, she and Hua Shang, the director of the medical department of the Special Management Bureau, presented a bouquet of flowers to Lu Shan.

Lu Shan only loved one woman in his life, and that was his master Shen Xueyao. Unfortunately, the two had no children.

So now the only ones who can express gratitude as family members are Lu Shan’s apprentices Wang Yao and Chang Yue. Of course, Li Chengtian is also missing.

"Please grief."

Zhuolong limped in, led by the execution team. After presenting a bouquet of flowers, he was dragged out again.

He and Zhong Huaian rioted and attacked Li Lingan, and he will definitely be tried for this.

Then came the president of Yunyin Chamber of Commerce, Shimotsuki, dressed in a black suit, and arrived at the scene with his old butler, Yun Ye.

After seeing Lu Shan, Yun Ye's eyes were filled with grief, but in the end he forced himself to suppress it and bowed to Chang Yue and others.

The people from the Nightingale Circus followed closely behind. They were not members of the Special Management Bureau, so Lu Shan's suicide note could not bind them.

"Directorate General Lu has taken great care of us... Thank you."

Team leader Xingli left a bouquet of flowers and then left with her companions.

I originally thought that this memorial service would be very quiet.

However, what no one expected was that the mourning site actually gathered many people from all walks of life who were not members of the Special Management Bureau.

They gathered in twos and threes, looking solemn and talking in low voices.

Although no one said it directly, everyone knew it tacitly - they all came specially to see the old director off for the last time.

Among the crowd, one figure was particularly eye-catching.

He was dressed in black, with a stern expression, and an aura of keeping strangers away lingered around him.

With his arrival, many people present gasped and looked sideways.

"Sun Yan, you're violating the rules."

Chang Yue stepped forward and said to Sun Yan with a wry smile.

He looked very tired, with dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not been able to get enough rest in the past few days.

Sun Yan tugged at the collar of his suit, seemingly unaccustomed to such restrictive attire, and waved his hand casually.

"The old man is gone, how could I not come and see him off?"

Although his tone was casual, his eyes were somewhat complicated.

Seeing this, Chang Yue said no more and just quietly made way.

Sun Yan strode to the coffin and gazed down at the old director's peaceful face.

He stared at Lu Shan intently, as if he wanted to engrave his face firmly in his mind.

After a while, he let out a long sigh, his eyes dim and unclear.

"Hey, I didn't expect that your gentlest expression would be after death. How ironic."

Then he glanced at the simple furnishings around him, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, you're truly unexpected," Sun Yan muttered. "You were harsh on everyone during your lifetime, yet you chose to treat yourself so simply. A dignified director of the Special Management Bureau, yet your funeral is so shabby."

Chang Yue, who was standing by, felt mixed emotions.

He took a step forward, as if wanting to comfort Sun Yan, but he didn't know what to say.

In fact, not many people know about the relationship between Sun Yan and Lu Shan. After Lu Shan had fought a few moves against Sun Yan, Sun Yan started to pester Lu Shan and wanted to compete with him every now and then. He even threatened to force Lu Shan to use the ninth sword.

Later, Sun Yan was transferred to Fulin City, and his contact with Lu Shan became less, but Sun Yan always admired this man.

Now that this person has passed away, one can imagine how sad Sun Yan must be.

Yan Jue walked over and whispered to Sun Yan.

"The old director lived an honest life, unwilling to cause trouble for others, both during his lifetime and after his death. Captain Sun, don't be sad. If the old director knew, he would definitely not want to see you so sad. Also, you should leave Pingjing City as soon as possible. You are also a special case..."

There were some things Yan Jue couldn't explain too clearly, but Sun Yan already understood, and he didn't want to make things difficult for the head of the executive department.

Sun Yan's eyes flashed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I know, I know." Sun Yan said softly, "I'm not the kind of person who would argue with others. Since Old Man Lu is dead, the outcome between us..."

He paused, finding it difficult to speak.

Yes, Lu Shan did not simply pass away. The Nine Swords of Heavenly Tribulation was just as its name suggested. It was as if his entire life had been a journey of heavenly tribulation, and then he was reduced to ashes and his soul was scattered.

There was no way to determine the outcome of the battle between him and Lu Shan.

Sun Yan waved his hand and gave Chang Yue one last look: "You will take your place as your master. Wash your neck and wait."

After saying this, he turned and walked out of the mourning hall.

After the funeral, Zhou Peng, the head of the logistics department, and Li Muhan came to the old director’s residence.

They want to represent the bureau and take back Lu Shan's belongings.

Pushing open the mottled wooden door, Logistics Department Director Zhou Peng walked in first.

He looked around and couldn't help sighing.

This small bungalow, less than 50 square meters, is shockingly simple.

The furniture in the house is very old. The sofa is made of old-fashioned fabric, the coffee table is made of old wood, and even the dining table is just a simple square table.

The only things that can be considered decent are probably the yellowed books on the bookshelf.

Zhou Peng couldn't help but recall the scene when Lu Shan was alive.

As the highest leader of the Special Management Bureau, Lu Shan's power is so great that ordinary people can hardly imagine it.

However, he never used his power to benefit himself, but always maintained a simple style.

Li Muhan slowly walked to the bookshelf and gently stroked the spines of the rows of books with his slender fingers.

He didn't have much contact with Lu Shan, and there was some rift between them.

But he has learned a lot about the old director from others in the past few days.

When Lu Shan was young, he was the leader of a sect. He traveled the world with his martial arts skills, slaying demons and saving countless lives.

In his later years, Lu Shan was like an ordinary single old man. It seemed that his life had nothing to do except his work at the Special Management Bureau.

That’s what he originally thought, but at this moment, among these bookshelves, Li Muhan also discovered some small personal life of Lu Shan.

Introduction to Electronic Computers

A Complete Collection of Internet Slang

How can older people keep up with the pace of younger people?

When seeing these books, Li Muhan seemed to see the old man occasionally coming home, draped in his clothes, studying the preferences of young people in front of this old wooden table.

He is not willing to be left behind by the times, nor is he as indifferent as others think. He is also working hard to keep up with the times and is unwilling to be eliminated by the world.

Unfortunately, he is not an outlier like Chang Yue and Lin Ze.

Although he is powerful, he is still a mortal, and his body and brain have reached their limits.

"Captain Li, look."

Zhou Peng's voice attracted Li Muhan's attention. He put the book back on the bookshelf and then turned to look at Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng took out a worn-out laptop from the cabinet.

"Our Lu General Administration usually writes documents by hand. I've never seen him use a computer."

Zhou Peng handed the computer to Li Muhan with a wry smile.

Li Muhan took a look and thought it should be a second-hand laptop. There was a year stamped on it, and it was three years old.

He sighed and handed the computer to the logistics staff. At this moment, a card fell out from the gap between the computers.

Li Muhan picked up the card and took a look at it, and a smile finally appeared on his gloomy face.

Zhou Peng came over to take a look and said with a smile, "It seems the General Administration is also a fan of Li Ling'an. This is a photo he specially asked someone to get Li Ling'an's autograph."

Li Muhan looked at his own autograph on the photo, and his smile turned bitter.

This old man could have just asked me to hold a solo concert for him.

Maybe he also wants to keep that beautiful fantasy in his heart.

Because in many people's hearts, An An is not just a girl, but a symbol of some beautiful fantasy.

He also gave the photos to members of the logistics department.

Although Lu Shan is no longer with us, these things are evidence of his existence.