At the same time.

capital.

It is covered with clouds.

It was drizzling in the sky.

It seems like someone is crying.

Among the tall buildings, the howling wind rolled up heavy rain, and it sounded like someone was laughing.

The capital has one of the roads, which were blocked by the armed police along the way, and continued for several kilometers.

On both sides of the blocked road, thousands of people were holding dark umbrellas, solemn and silent.

Black armored vehicles drove by slowly.

Like stars arching the moon, in the center of the convoy, there was one of the armored vehicles, and a pitch-black coffin was placed.

The convoy was driving very slowly.

Behind the convoy, there were a long line of people, both young and old, wearing the same white ancient robe, without an umbrella, silently wet in the rain, and carrying out some kind of ceremony.

Zhu Tianzong had an indifferent expression and stare, and walked in front of the funeral procession. Behind him were the Zhu family, with a total of 108 people.

Behind him was a sword.

Originally, in this kind of funeral ceremony, it was not allowed to appear like weapons. But Zhu Tianzong insisted on doing this.

After the funeral team of the Zhu family, Yu Meng, Zhao Yulong, and several other elite teams of special teams followed the team of the Zhu family and maintained order on the scene.

"He probably won't show up."

Silence all the way, Zhao Yulong held a dark umbrella and broke the silence.

"Won't."

Yu Meng shook her head, and thick gauze was wrapped around her face, and dried blood was stained with the gauze.

"More than ten days have passed. He is coming, so he should have come long ago."

That being said.

But Yu Meng was full of energy and did not dare to relax.

She pays attention to behind her from time to time, afraid that she will stretch out a blood-red knife from nowhere.

From that day on, Yu Meng never fell asleep peacefully.

She dared not.

As Yi Lin said, with his current strength, he could come behind Yu Meng at any time, stretch out the knife, and cut Yu Meng's throat.

Zhao Yulong took the fatigue and fear in Yu Meng's eyes into his eyes, and he couldn't tell where he was. Yu Meng's calmness was deliberately made for others to see. Since that incident, many people have left in the special group. As for why he left, there is no need to say more about the reasons.

Because Mo Ren's enemy is gone.

"Are you hating me?"

Yu Meng saw Zhao Yulong looking at the funeral procession ahead in silence, and was embarrassed and speechless, so she suddenly asked.

"...Hate, I can't say. But I don't understand why it has developed to the present."

"Do you remember that 'GM' once told us that as the number of apostles increases and the level increases, within three years, there will be an unprecedented disaster that will sweep the world."

"Remember."

"……never mind."

What else Yu Mengben wants to say.

But Zhao Yulong's tone made her not know how to say it.

"By the way, Mr. Lu, is he better now?"

"I'm still alive." Yu Meng moved away from the umbrella and looked at the rain clouds in the sky. He could not tell the joys and sorrows in his tone: "His third, fourth and fifth cervical vertebrae, comminuted fracture, and severe contusion of the cervical cord. He is currently in a state of high paraplegia and respiratory failure. However, with the ventilator, the medicine can temporarily save his life. However, with the current medical level, it is impossible to cure him in a 'human' posture."

“He may not be willing to be a ‘transformer’.”

"yes……"

Zhao Yulong frowned: "Also, this technology was snatched from the several branches of the "Gospel Society", and some of them were obviously beyond our due technological level. We cannot fully understand it... the risk is too great."

"That's all." Yu Meng was not so crazy that he transformed Lu Hou into a semi-mechanical life. After a moment of silence, Yu Meng was unwilling to say more on this topic: "I can only wait until he enters the trial world and spends a lot of points to repair his injury."

"Um."

After talking about the above topic, the two fell silent again.

The funeral ceremony went smoothly and no one came to disturb him.

Emperor Zhu Chong's headless corpse was sent all the way to the Zhu family's ancestral home.

The house seemed much deserted after Emperor Zhu Chong's death.

After the coffin was placed in the Zhu family's mourning hall, Yu Liexin, Ying Xia, Zhao Taigan and Li Kai arrived at the Zhu family one after another.

After their silence, they left one after another.

There was no farewell or tears, and he was as cold as if a stranger had left the world.

When leaving the Zhu family, Li Kai stopped when he passed by Zhao Yulong and Yu Meng.

"I heard about the follow-up to that incident."

Li Kai smiled slightly: "Thank you for your care and education of the dog during this short period of time. But next time, my dog ​​is busy organizing the wedding, so I will withdraw from the special group first."

Li Kai said on the surface that Li Erpang withdrew from the special group, such a seemingly simple little thing.

But in fact, it shows his attitude and position.

He stuffed Li Erpang into the special group because Mo Ren's enemy.

Now that Mo Ren is gone, there is no need for Li Erpang to stay in the special group.

The death of Emperor Zhu Chong and the departure of Mo Renbin, the upper structure of this country seemed calm on the surface, but there were hidden waves inside.

No one knows what the next pattern will become.

This was originally a very serious matter.

But when Li Kai used "Li Erpang's wedding" as a tactful reason, Zhao Yulong remembered the scene of Li Erpang and Su Xiaosu standing together with each other and wanted to laugh, and wanted to cry.

"Congratulations."

After holding it in for a while, Zhao Yulong's mouth twitched, bowed his hand, and only said these two words.

"Everything is simple, so I won't invite outsiders anymore. Goodbye."

Li Kai took a few steps, turned around and sighed:

"You should be glad that Mo Renbin is not dead."

Zhao Yulong: “…”

Yu Meng: "..."

After Li Kai left, Yu Meng's eyes flashed in the thick gauze.

She no longer stayed in the Zhu family with a solemn atmosphere, turned around and left in the rain, and the dark umbrella flew into the sky with a gust of wind.

Zhao Yulong hesitated for a moment, but still chased after him.

"Xiaomeng, you..."

Yu Meng interrupted Zhao Yulong's words: "Hunting 'qualification' is the general trend, and no one can stop it."

"No, I want to ask..." Zhao Yulong shook his head gently: "Have your next trial been postponed?"

Yu Meng stopped, frowned slightly, and said in surprise: "So are you?"

"I always feel something is wrong. I'm going to the next trial, which has passed long ago."

“…”

...

Postponed!

In the Apostle Forum, panic began to appear.

It was originally fine, as regular as an aunt, and the trial frequency was terrible, but it suddenly stopped.

More and more people have posted help letters in the Apostles forum.

【What should I do if I can’t get a trial?】

【I have postponed it for ten days!】

【It's time for pregnancy test!】

【Don’t joke, many people have postponed it! What’s going on?】

【Will the tower be gone?】
To be continued...