Chapter 1935 The Eight Immortals Gathering (17)

Yuan Qingtian looked so well. When he saw my expression, he immediately understood what I thought and smiled at me, "Prince Chen, are you looking for my nephew?"

I was stunned, looked up at him in confusion, and without denying it, I said, "Yes!"

He laughed, "You may not know yet. My nephew and his relatives have already gone to the cemetery and will probably not be able to go home at night."

Um?

Come back only tonight?

What's going on?

Will Yuan Zhenghua and his parents appear during the funeral?

Just as I was stunned for a moment, Yuan Qingtian didn't know what he thought of or what happened. He actually grabbed my arm, took a step forward, and continued to smile: "Today, Yuan invited you seniors to come here. There are three trivial things. Is this the first thing? I said that I was entrusted by my nephew Yuan Zhenghua to hold a funeral for his grandmother, that is, my master's wife. As for the origin of the funeral, Yuan did not hide it from you. I planned to make trouble in the form of bloody death."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was silent like death.

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

"I'm going to die in blood."

"Are you crazy?"

"Didn't this bloody death be buried with us?"

After saying that, an old man with round face spoke, and said, "Qingtian, you just said that you needed us to do something well, but I don't know what it is?"

But now it seems that this is not the case.

I stared at him tightly and said coldly: "Yuan Qingtian, people are doing it, and God is watching."

Wen Xue in the photo was tied up with dozens of gas tanks next to her.

When I heard this, I felt so depressed. I thought Yuan Qingtian should have done a bloody funeral secretly, or rather, he thought everyone didn't know about the bloody funeral, so he dared to make trouble.

Yuan Qingtian seemed to want this effect. He said again: "When it comes to this century-old plan, I have good news to tell you that after the unremitting efforts of the five generations of our Yuan family, the effect has finally come true. Just the seniors need to cooperate with me to do something well. In the future, the coffin-carrying maker will definitely be famous throughout the ages. All of you here are celebrities in the coffin-carrying maker industry. Your names will be recorded in history and enjoy the admiration of future generations. Your descendants will be respected by their peers, and even become princesses of aristocratic families."

After saying that, he looked at the old men present and continued, "You may not know that for this funeral, my master, Yuan Yunchang, was willing to commit suicide, and even called my master's wife to make his body become a corpse. In order to make the coffin maker famous throughout the ages, my master's wife also took the old path of my master and committed suicide. The death of the two elders is nothing but to make the coffin maker's career leave a strong mark in this vast history. I wonder if you can help me?"

These old men present have devoted their whole lives to the coffincarvers. They are naturally more urgent than me to let the coffincarceration industry be celebrated forever.

This is also reasonable. The coffin carryrs who can stay in this hall are all people with some identities. They naturally have to consider problems longer than ordinary coffin carryrs.

This...this...what the hell is going on!

Just as the whole hall was in full swing, Yuan Qingtian coughed gently and said with a smile: "Seniors, don't panic first, let me finish this second thing."

Now, I could no longer stand and was ready to speak.

He actually dared to speak out Xueshen in front of so many senior coffin-carrying masters.

Yuan Qingtian directly ignored their attitude and a coffin carryer outside the hall shook his eyes.

So, when I heard this, I said something bad. Yuan Qingtian's inspiring words might really convince the old men present.

To be honest, as far as I am concerned, we coffin holders have no plan for a century. Whether we can survive in the next fifty years is wrong. It should be ambiguous for twenty years or even ten years.

"Master Chen, you have to speak carefully. As long as I have a phone call, your child may have no mother." Yuan Qingtian lowered his voice and said this with a smile.

So, when they heard the coffin-carrying master's plan, they naturally stopped talking.

I have to say that Yuan Qingtian has a lot of experience in bewitching people's hearts. This made everyone excited and even I was a little moved.

…………….

He smiled, ignored me, picked up the microphone, looked at the old men, and said with a smile: "Just just now, I discussed with Lord Chen. Lord Chen felt that the coffin-carrying craftsmanship should be a celebrity for generations. He supported Mr. Yuan as soon as possible, but I don't know what you seniors think?"

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

But at this time, his words had no effect at all. The seniors all criticized Yuan Qingtian.

When the old men listened to this, they looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke.

This seems to have some effect, and many old people still avoid it, and only a small part of the sound sounded.

When Yuan Qingtian saw this, he smiled, "Since you seniors have not considered it yet, I..."

I looked down and my face changed. It was no one else in the photo, but Wen Xue.

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

Yuan Qingtian took the microphone from his coffin carry maker, blew it softly a few times, and didn't care about the noise in the main hall, and then said indifferently: "The second thing I want to talk about today is about our coffin carry maker's plan in the future."

When I heard this, Made, Yuan Qingtian investigated me very clearly. Even the matter of having a child was investigated clearly by him.

In less than a moment, the coffincarver came back and had one more thing in his hand, which was a microphone.

For a moment, the whole main hall was boiling, and even the old men couldn't help but start swearing.

When I saw this, I tightened my fists and felt so annoyed.

Yuan Qingtian smiled, "It's simple. I have told you just now that our Yuan family has achieved some results after five generations of unremitting efforts. What you need to do is quite simple, and it is to cooperate with me to handle this bloody death."

The coffincarver came to his senses and immediately walked outside.

suicide?

Did Old Lady Yuan’s man commit suicide?

Old Mrs. Yuan also committed suicide?

If this is true, that is to say, the entire Yuan family has been plotting for a long time.

Will Lin Fan have the credit for this whole conspiracy?

After this thought flashed through, I looked at Yuan Qingtian and found that he was filled with a scholarly aura, and he felt like a fairy-like body.

What's going on?

Why did his whole body suddenly change?

This made me stare at Yuan Qingtian without saying anything.
Chapter completed!