Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 28: Little King of Hell, I’m here to ask for a few people!

In the funeral grounds.

The sound of crying is endless.

After hearing the lieutenant colonel's words, the old man's stooped body became lower.

It was as if these five military heroes who were about to be buried were his children.

And he is the elder of these children.

The grief in the heart of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man away, as if his heart had died and only a broken body was left in the world.

This emotion, this feeling, filled the whole funeral.

"They are good children..." the old man said hoarsely.

But the next moment, the old man's tone suddenly changed, with a hint of anger in his hoarse tone.

"But they... shouldn't have died early!"

This angry shout deeply touched the hearts of everyone present.

Yes, the dead soldiers were good soldiers and good boys.

As the old man said, they should not die early.

But they... left forever after all.

"Old man, there is an old Chinese saying that people cannot be resurrected after death. Even if they should not have died early, they still left us forever. All we can do is remember them, that's all."

At this time, an inappropriate voice appeared.

Everyone present looked at the sound, with disgust and anger in their eyes.

This person is none other than Jackson.

The lieutenant colonel also glared at Jackson at this time.

In this case, Jackson should not say this and cannot say this.

In particular, these five soldiers, these five heroes of the military region, died in battle because of the disadvantages of country M!

Today, as a representative of Country M, Jackson came to attend the farewell ceremony. He just had to shut up and follow the process.

But his words made many people very angry.

Seeing this scene, Jackson smiled apologetically and spread his hands, indicating that he had said the wrong thing.

But in my heart, I was extremely dissatisfied, and I really wanted this farewell ceremony to end immediately.

The old man hunched over and ignored Jackson at all. His eyes only focused on the five tombstones.

Then, the old man's voice became hoarse.

"Little King of Hell, I haven't seen him for a thousand years."

After the words fell, everyone present was stunned when they heard the words, and turned to look at the old man.

Little King of Hell? What is this old man talking about?

"Is this... the way that group does things?"

"I don't know. I've never heard anyone say that, and it's not right. Who do you think calls me the Little King of Hell when doing this?"

"This old man...isn't he too sad...?"

The next moment, under the gaze of everyone.

The old man's hunched body slowly straightened up, and the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a face full of majesty and awe that would not tolerate disobedience from others.

For a moment, everyone's eyes became surprised.

The old man, who used to have a stooped body and a twilight appearance, now straightens his body.

They only felt a majestic figure appear, and the aura on his body became extremely heavy, as if it was going to break through the sky, crush the earth, and make the whole world cry and tremble for it!

call--

got windy.

The surrounding leaves rustled and the weeds were blown away.

The white washed clothes on the old man's body were swaying in the wind.

In full view.

The old man straightened his body and stepped forward with his feet.

boom--

This kick seemed to step on everyone's heart, making everyone present feel shocked.

Suddenly, a golden light formed several ripples and spread outward from where the old man stepped.

The old man's body also shone with golden light, as if he had transformed into a golden man, and the washed white clothes on his body were also covered with a layer of golden light.

The old man's voice was no longer hoarse, but instead became sonorous, powerful, angry and intolerant of disobedience.

"I want a few people from you today!"

Once the golden light comes out, it illuminates thousands of things.

The eyes of everyone present were all astonished, amazed, and surprised as they looked at the old man in the field who stepped out with a million golden lights.

At this moment, their minds were greatly shocked.

"What...is going on...what is happening with this...this golden light?"

"Just now, did the old man call Little Hell just now? He also said... how many people would he like to talk to Little Hell...?"

"How is it possible... is he really an old man who sells noodles at a stall?"

"How could such a situation happen...Who is this old man...?"

They never thought about the old man who was still stooped just now, as if he was in his twilight years.

After stepping out, something weird will happen.

Yes, this was a bizarre situation for the soldiers present.

They have received the influence of socialist core values ​​all year round.

They are also strong advocates.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was a joke among common people that animals were not allowed to become spirits.

But in their eyes, this is absolute.

But now, as the old man steps out, their worldview and values ​​are shattered by the old man's step.

Why does this happen?

Who is this old man?

Is he really just an old man selling noodles at a stall?

If it was before, their answer would be yes.

But now, their answer is also yes, but in an instant, the answer has turned to an extreme that they cannot believe and cannot believe.

"A miracle...a complete miracle...there is such a strange person in China!" Jackson exclaimed, his dissatisfaction turning into surprise in an instant.

"Have we...did we see God...this...this is really a miracle!"

His subordinates' eyes widened with disbelief.

When I saw that golden light appearing and shining brightly.

The hearts of the two of them had already set off huge waves, and they were no less shocked than anyone else.

Both of them looked at the old man covered in golden light with dumbfounded eyes.

They saw a miracle! A real miracle!

At this moment, what is Jesus, God, and those gods in Western mythology.

Nothing more than that!

It wasn't even as good as the old man's stamp of his feet just now.

In an instant, the values ​​and worldview they had formed over the years collapsed.

And just now, the old man they thought was an ordinary person, and the five dead soldiers they called "big-headed soldiers".

With the old man's kick, earth-shaking changes took place in their minds.

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