In late autumn, in the morning, Laiyan City is more than ten miles north.

The lush pine and cypress dew is not dry, and rows of black iron fences can be seen in the gaps in the middle of the forest.

On the periphery of the pine and cypress, there are sometimes carriages passing by. Perhaps due to the environment, the sound of horse hooves actually makes a solemn feeling here.

Tang En got off the carriage at the iron gate. There was a stone tablet next to the iron gate, which read: Qinglin Cemetery, Laiyancheng.

There was a registration inquiry at the entrance of the cemetery. Tang En walked over and asked, "Hello, I have a friend who was buried here about three days ago. His name was Bart. I want to know where he was buried?"

"Wait, please ask your name..."

"Yeah, Arthur."

The administrator wrote Arthur's name on the registration book, then opened a book, and after searching a few pages, he said: "Your friend is at 87 West Side."

"OK, thanks!"

"You're welcome."

Just like the pseudonym Arthur, Tang En now looks like a middle-aged man with a sallow face. The old butler said that the killer never showed his true face during the mission.

Entering the cemetery, Tang En glanced casually and followed the sign toward the west area.

This world has new lives born every second, and similarly, life dies every moment. Therefore, the cemetery has never been short of people all year round.

Life is not inherently noble or low. However, the difference in the place of birth determines the different destinies of each person.

Similarly, when these lives with different destinies die, the methods of burial are naturally different.

The west area of ​​Qinglin Cemetery is a civilian burial area. The tombstones here are the same size and size, and the two tombstones are very narrow. Looking at a cemetery, it looks very crowded.

If you want to build a better cemetery and don’t want to be too close to your neighbors. Well, please come to the North District, which can satisfy your wishes. Of course, the price is much more expensive.

As for the southern district, it is the Martyrs' Garden. Some soldiers and officers who sacrificed their lives for the country will be buried there.

The most luxurious one is the cemetery in the East District, but no matter how rich you have, you can't come in, because this is the burial area of ​​the nobles.

Whenever a noble dies, the East District will be very lively. Needless to say, the show is so luxurious. Of course, it is how to arrange it.

As for a funeral, it is nothing more than that. It not only wants to mourn the dead, but most importantly, it is to give vanity to the living. This is true in any time and space, and in any world.

While he was thinking about it, Tang En came to the West District.

A group of people gathered in front of the tombstone, whispering and sobbing endlessly. The surrounding cypresses towered, temporarily covering the sun coming out of the east, dyeing the place a dark gray tone.

Tang En kept walking to Cemetery No. 87. The tombstone was briefly introduced, namely the Tomb of Bart, and the time of birth and death.

Compared with the tombstone next to it, Bart's tombstone has an extra sentence on it, "May you return to the embrace of the God of Light."

Generally, the tombstone with this sentence is engraved, which means that the dead inside is a believer of the God of Light. Of course, there are exceptions. If you have money to ask the priest to come and save him after death, the priest will also engrave this sentence for you.

Tang En breathed a sigh of relief and placed the bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone.

If Father York is "not human", Bart, nicknamed "Battle", was his first target to kill in another world, and it was a close-killing assassination.

Of course, although there was some feeling in my heart, Tang En came over early in the morning not to pay tribute to the bear, which seemed too hypocritical.

This time I came here on the way, and his main purpose was to monitor the second target.

Although I am familiar with the effect of upgrading in the space, it is most appropriate to use practice to test it with practice.

"Hey, this is the tomb of that guy named Feng Bear..."

When a group of people who felt bad when they looked at their dressing passed by Tang En, they casually saw Bart's tombstone.

The group of people stopped hearing this, and a pointed monkey cheek was on the head. The thin man looked carefully at the tombstone: "Bart... Well, it's a violent bear. I had drunk wine with him more than ten days ago, but I didn't expect it..."

The man sighed in an impermanent tone. Seeing Tang En standing beside him, he bowed and smiled, "Brother, are you from the Axe Gang?"

Tang En blinked and bowed, "Yes, can you be Moya from the Green Wolf Gang?"

"Yo, brother knows me?"

"Well, I heard from Boss Bao Xiong that you are resourceful and he admires you very much."

Of course I know you, and the information is written on it. Moya is five feet tall, with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek, and a thin body. The small leader of the Green Wolf Gang often appears at Pier 66, Nangang.

I was planning to go to find you later, but I didn’t expect that I would come to my door. It’s really... I have no way to go to hell.

"Haha, Brother Blast Bear is really an over-the-win situation." Moya naturally didn't know the situation. Hearing this, he smiled with a sharp voice, "I just came up with some ideas, how could I compare to Brother Blast Bear's strength. Having said that, brother, I really envy the welfare of your Axe Gang."

"Uh...is it?" Tang En responded vaguely.

Moya: "Of course, we little minions who are doing blood-lipping business with a knife may be killed on the street one day. If they die, they will naturally be buried with a thin coffin. But your Axe Gang is good. When the bear was buried, they specially invited a priest to save the family. This matter has spread throughout the road, which really makes us envious."

"Oh, this matter...is pretty good. I'm contributing to the gang, haha!"

Moya said with great emotion: "So, the benefits of the Axe Gang are really good."

"Brother, the boss..." a strong man next to him reminded.

"Oh, by the way. Today is the death day of our former gang leader, so it's not convenient to talk more. Brothers can come to Pier 66 to have a drink with me in the future."

"Okay, sure!" Tang En bowed and smiled. It's certain to find you, but if you are drinking, you should go find the bear...

The five members of the Qinglang Gang also bowed and left. When they walked away, the sound came from a distance.

"Boss, are you very familiar with Zhu Xiong?"

"I'm so familiar, I just drank a drink. That brute force reckless man..." Moya's tone was very disdainful.

"I heard that the Brutal Bear was killed by the rotten gambling man from the pier before?"

"Yes, the bear took the order and wanted to kill the gambling monster, but he was killed by someone. So I often teach you that things like brute force are unreliable, the key is to have a mind..."

"Yes, yes, boss is wise!"

…………

Although those people were already lowering their voices, Tang En, who had been trained in this area, could still hear it clearly. He was immediately happy when he heard it. They always thought that the bear was a gambler...

But this is good, it is not a good thing to be too famous for killers.

Since you have run into the target, it is naturally inappropriate to follow it.

The best way now is to ask him to drink in two days, then get him drunk, and you can kill him casually.

Thinking of this, Tang En walked down the cemetery in the West District and walked towards the gate of the cemetery.

The sun covered by pine and cypress has risen in the east, and the gloomy cemetery seems much brighter.

At this moment, the pedestrians in front of Tang En were a little turbulent and began to disperse to both sides.

Uh? Tang En narrowed his eyes and was stunned.

I saw a weird man with long hair and strange mask jumping in the aisle.

The strange mask was covered with messy red and white symbols. At the corners of the eyes, there seemed to be two drops of blood on red paint. The blood-red eyes behind the mask looked extremely strange.

When you meet someone dressed in such a strange way, pedestrians naturally subconsciously made way.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

This weird guy was not polite, muttering inexplicable rhythm, shaking his fingers, and walking lightly in the middle of the aisle like dancing.

Seeing the masked weirdo approaching, Tang En also asked him to go to the side.

Unexpectedly, when the man passed by, he tilted his head and looked at Tang En's face, and his bright red lips suddenly grinned.

Tang En's body stiffened, not only because his smile was really ugly, but also felt that the other party seemed to see through his disguise.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The masked weirdo smiled and then walked towards the north area. It seemed that the smile just now was just inadvertent...
Chapter completed!