Dozens of people from the Duanmu family gathered around.

"What do you want to do?" Duanmu Roujia blocked Wang Han behind her.

"Roujia, get out of the way!" Duanmu Mingzhi looked over Duanmu Roujia's shoulder at Wang Han behind him.

Wang Han took a quick glance and found that these people were basically the faction that Duanmu Akihito said wanted to kill Wang Han.

When the atmosphere is tense.

A voice came.

"What do you want to do?"

Duanmu Mingyi led a few people and walked over here.

"Second brother, an outsider, please don't come to our Duanmu family anymore and get involved. Look at me! Although our father was killed in a sneak attack by the Sui family, in the final analysis, it was not because of him!" Duanmu Mingzhi pointed at him.

Wang Han.

"I know what you are thinking, but why bother? Our dad is gone, why are you still doing this? Is it interesting?" Duanmu Mingyi yelled angrily.

"Anyway, I don't agree with him attending our father's funeral. If anyone lets him in, I will fight with him!" Duanmu Mingwu stood behind Duanmu Mingzhi and said angrily.

Several others from the same faction as them also echoed.

"Then you come with me and give it a try!" Duanmu Mingyi didn't back down at all.

Both sides were getting angry.

Duanmu Akihito walked over from a distance.

"Ouch! What are you doing!"

"Brother, you decide this matter! We firmly disagree with him attending the old man's funeral!" Duanmu Mingwu pointed at Wang Han.

Duanmu Mingren glanced at Wang Han and then said.

"We're all family!"

Duanmu Mingwu immediately said, "Who can join his family? Does he deserve to be part of our family?"

"That's right!" Several other people echoed.

Duanmu Akihito cleared his throat, "In that case, let the people in the village vote! Let those who agree that Wang Han attend our father's funeral raise their hands!"

A quick glance.

Very few raised their hands.

Duanmu Akihito said, "Mingyi, I know what you are thinking, but you can't go against everyone's wishes. Wang Han is an outsider after all! What's more, our father's death has nothing to do with him! For everyone's sake, it's better not to leave.

Let him participate!”

"No!" Duanmu Mingyi waved his hand and was about to continue talking.

Wang Han interrupted Duanmu Mingyi's words, "I'll go in and offer incense to the old man, and then go to my mother's grave to offer incense, and then I'll go back! Is this okay?"

The Duanmu family looked at Wang Han with different expressions.

Just when Duanmu Mingyi wanted to talk to Wang Han, Wang Han said, "I came here just to offer incense and kowtow to my mother."

"I think it's okay! How about letting Wang Han go in and offer incense to the old man, kowtow at Jun Zhao's grave, and then go back tomorrow?" Duanmu Akihito thought this was a compromise.

Duanmu Mingzhi suddenly sneered and said, "Sure! Make way!"

The group of people made way.

Wang Han walked towards the inside. Duanmu Roujia also wanted to pull Wang Han, but Wang Han walked too fast and failed to pull him.

"Second brother..."

Duanmu Mingyi looked at Wang Han's back and was silent for a long time without saying anything else.

If you insist on letting Wang Han stay here, the people in the village will definitely have deep prejudices against Wang Han, which will not be a good thing for Wang Han's physical and mental health.

The funeral is the most important thing for now, other things will be decided later.

Many people in the village respect the old man very much, and their descendants all wear linen and mourn. Some of the long-term workers of the Duanmu family also wear linen and wear mourning.

Wang Wikuan stepped into the Lingtang.

Ignore the killing eyes of the younger generation of Duanmu family.

Looking at the statue of the old man.

Give it to incense.

Glanced at the corpse of the old man, covered with cloth on his face.

I couldn't see the appearance, so I had to look at the statue again. The old man looked a little thin.

Stopped for a while, and Wang Ten turned around and walked outside the door.

As soon as he went out, Wang Hen asked Duan Mulin and asked his mother's cemetery.

Duan Mulin walked in one direction in one direction, ten minutes later.

Wang Wan squatted in front of the tombstone and looked at the woman in the photo.

Take out the incense candle from the bag and there are supplies.

After looking at Duan Mu Lin, "Xiao Lin, go back first."

Duanmu Lin paused, knowing that Wang Wan wanted to stay for a while and turned back.

Wang Wan put the things one by one, looked at the photos on the tombstone, smiled, and repaired it for a week.

Kneeling in front of the tombstone, Wang Wan was a little lost.

The feeling in my heart was very strange. Wang was subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette, the movement paused, and the tobacco was plugged into the pocket.

Reached out and wiped the photos on the tombstone.

The sky is getting late.

Squatting here is not a little scared, but I feel that the wind is very soft.

Wang Wan scratched his head, wanted to say something, and didn't know where to say.

Although the emperor is raised, the Wang Wang to the people in this world is in front of him. Rao is the eternal separation of heaven and man, and there will still be a kind of intimacy deep in the soul.

Don't want to cry, and don't have any other emotions, the brain is empty.

The paper money burned.

Wang Wan scratched his head and was stupid for the woman in the photo.

The woman in the photo looked at Wang Wan with a smile.

The paper money was burned, and Wang Wi kneeling blankly on the ground.

The woman in the photo smiled again and again.

"Don't tell your mother something?"

A cold voice came.

Wang Wan was shocked and looked back, looking back, and found that he was a old man wearing a tattered black cotton jacket.

The gray and white hair is like a weeds. It is dark and dark, and the hands are inserted into the sleeve with both hands. Big black cotton pants, two legs are crossed, and the feet are a pair of old handmade cotton shoes.

Hole.

The movement sitting there is like a member of the village information organization.

This dress is too much like a person's costume nearly a century ago.

The old man took out his hands from his sleeves, covering two sweet potatoes inside, and shaking one at Wang Wi.

Wang Wan thought about picking it up.

The old man took a sip of roasted sweet potatoes.

"You just kneeling, don't say who you are? Your mother thinks about the future of others!"

Wang Wan knelt in front of the tomb and paused, "Mom, I am Wang Wi."

"Report to your mother, what do you look like now! Are you looking for a daughter -in -law?"

"Find it, it's called Su Qi, I am pregnant, because I didn’t come in special circumstances. I will take her to see you in the future."

The old man was shaking, and he ate sweet potatoes while turning around.

"Then say, what is the kung fu?"

"Huajing."

"Huajing? Really or false?" The old man froze.

Wang Wan turned his hands, and his body came out of the palm.

The old man smiled, "Cheng! The old boy surnamed the emperor had one hand with his apprentices."

Wang Hen looked at the elderly, I don't know who the other party is.

The old man ate sweet potatoes, "Then report to your mother, what work, how much money you make, so that your mother can rest assured."

Wang was paused, "Investing in business, thousands of millions of fixed assets."

The old man's actions stopped, "Don't bragging! What a fixed asset, just say how much money can be taken out in your pocket!"

Wang Wan laughed, "There is ... well, I owe more than 500 billion! Damn, can you bless your son to make a fortune!"

"What?" The old man stared at his eyes, and the beards were shaking.

Wang Ren made a smile, "You can definitely pay off within one year!"

The old man looked up and down, and he ate the sweet potato. He looked at Wang Deng with a smile.

"Do you know who I am?"

Wang Hen shook his head honestly, "I don't know."
Chapter completed!