Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 151: The terrible suspicion of Bureau 749, the truth of the world!

After learning about this possibility, Zeng Zheng's expression changed drastically again.

His eyes were filled with tears, and his eyes were also bloodshot.

It had been many years, it had been many years since he had felt such a huge sense of guilt towards someone.

Moreover, this object is still his own son...

It turns out that he...has always wrongly blamed his son...His son is obviously doing something big!

His son obviously wanted everyone in the world to clearly realize that there are immortals in this world.

There are practitioners.

And those indelible myths and legends in Chinese history also exist!

But as a father, he did not immediately understand his son, nor did he immediately believe in his son. Instead, he used his meager knowledge and his past knowledge to constantly belittle him. His own son.

He continued to distrust his son, and even said bad words to his son at one time...

Now, when he thinks of all the things he did to his son before, Zeng Zheng now feels guilty towards his son.

Son...Dad blamed you wrongly...

At this moment, Zeng Zhenglao burst into tears, and tears slid down his cheeks.

The same is true for Zeng Qiang's mother, Duan Yuee.

Although she didn't think of it as useful as Zeng Zheng.

But after she heard Zeng Zheng crying, she understood something in her heart.

"Old Zheng...we, have we...have we missed Xiaoqiang...this child, has this child been...right all along..." .......we.........were we wrong?

Duan Yue'e kept crying, and the expression on her face was not only sad, but also sad.

After Zeng Zheng heard this, he nodded heavily at first, and then his tears seemed to gush out, unable to stop flowing down.

After getting the correct answer, Duan Yue'e cried louder and her tears became even more unstoppable.

At this moment, the old couple hugged each other tightly, cried together, grieved together, and felt the injustice to their son in their hearts for the death of their son, or in other words, "the heart of a tree that embarrasses the son."

Because, when their son needed them the most, they resolutely stood on the opposite side of their son.

Because of this, Zeng Qiang seemed extremely lonely, and he must have been very lonely.

After all, no one in this world understands him, and no one really takes his so-called rhetoric seriously.

Thinking of this, the old couple's cries echoed on the top of Mount Tai, and penetrated into the ears of everyone present very clearly.

It is also this moment.

The crying of the old couple made the atmosphere of the whole space become sad and even more uncomfortable. Deep in the heart, an unstoppable emotion of sadness emerged.

"It turns out...we have always wrongly blamed Zeng Qiang..."

At this time, a passerby in the crowd raised his hand to wipe the tears from his eyes and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes...Zeng Qiang, this kid, may really want to tell us the truth...but no one will...believe him.

"He is lonely and worthy of praise... But he is alone... He has been lonely for a long time... No one can understand his good intentions... ....No one...no one understands him..."

"Well, no matter what, he has now proven that he is right and we are wrong... We... We are wrong after all... The wrong is outrageous... …”

"What's the use! Zeng Qiang is dead! His body is now placed in the coffin, lying quietly in it. He can't get up now, proving that he is right... ..This, this is not fair!”

"But if he doesn't die, can it prove that he is right? Can it prove that everything that happens now is real? If he doesn't die, and he is standing on the top of Mount Tai, can a dragon appear? Can it? Will there be a coffin pull-up in Kowloon? Can these situations happen?"

"But...but, is all this...really real? I still can't confirm it because...because no matter how you look at it... It seems, something is wrong, right?"

"Yeah, how can we prove that Zeng Qiang is right now? You just saw those dragons... Yes, you just saw dragons appearing in the sky, but, but

Can you really prove that those dragons really exist? Can you really confirm that those dragons... those dragons are real and can be touched?"

"But those dragons are there! How about... or you go up and touch it? If those dragons... bite you to death, that proves that those dragons is real

If, if those dragons are not real...then you, then you don't have to die!"

"Fuck you uncle! Why don't you go up and touch it!"

"I completely believe that those dragons are real! Why do I want to step forward and touch them? Don't you believe it? If you don't believe it, just go forward and touch them!"

"Okay, everyone, stop arguing! No matter whether it is true or false, there is always a way to prove it!"

For a moment, the crowd started talking again. The expressions on the faces of passers-by were different and completely different...

Even the passers-by in the field spontaneously turned into two groups.

One group believes that everything they have seen from the funeral to now is extremely real.

Those black dragons are real, and so is the ancient bronze coffin.

What Zeng Qiang said before his death is correct.

The other group believes that everything that happened at Zeng Qiang's funeral, the black dragons, and the ancient bronze coffin were all false. They may be collective hallucinations, or a fleeting reflection of everyone.

And everything Zeng Qiang said before his death, that is, those immortals and 1.8 practitioners, are still impossible to exist in this world.

After all, in the world where they have lived for so many years and where they have survived for thousands of years, there have been no cultivators since ancient times.

Even in modern times, it is impossible for practitioners or immortals to exist.

And all these views have now been absorbed by Wang Hao.

Now, he is also trapped in a kind of entanglement as a minister.

He believed that everything in front of him might be real and might exist.

But I don’t believe that there are really any immortals or practitioners in this world.

After all, none of that can be proven by any evidence, and there isn't much basis for research.

For a moment, Wang Hao was a little unsure about how to judge everything in front of him. .