Chapter 259: Wipe Out All

all directly, so they knelt at the door and performed three bows and nine knocks according to the chanting voices.Li Yinhu wore a blank expression, mechanically performing the grand bow. At this momen...Chapter 259: Kill Them All

His loyal confidante's expression remained calm as he lowered his head and softly said, "Everything, as per your wishes, sir."

Duan Jiangjiang said, "Since that's the case, let's proceed as planned."

After saying that, Duan Jiang closed his eyes.

The close confidant raised the wooden plank and said, "I apologize for this."

After saying that, he covered Duan Jiangjiang's body with the wooden board and secured it with the mechanism. Then, he carried Duan Changmian's body back and placed it inside the coffin.

To this day, no one would know the coffin was double-layered unless someone smashed it completely open.

Immediately afterward, the Duan family began to make elaborate preparations for the funeral, intending to transport the young master's body back to his hometown for burial.

On the second floor of the restaurant opposite Duan's mansion, there was a chilling silence.

The Three Treasures personally took charge, and the entire second floor was packed with people, but they were all Jinyiwei.

Leaning against the window, Sabao raised his wine cup. The warm, slightly hot cup glided slowly across his fingertips. By Sabao's side, a scout was reporting on the situation.

"Master, I've investigated. The spirit will soon awaken at the Duan residence and will be personally escorted by Duan Jinjiang. The funeral procession will depart from Dongzhimen, heading out of the city westward along a specific route."

Sanbao's eyes were fixed on Duanfu, which was hung with white sails. He said in a yin and yang way: "Then let's just wait here."

After the scout left, someone cautiously asked: "Master Factory Owner, why didn't you just go in and take him"

Sanbao said in a gentle voice, "There's already enough trouble in the capital. Duan Jinjiang needs to die, but he can't die in the capital."

This is the only sentence, and no one will ask again.

Moments later, Sanbao saw the main gate of Duan's mansion wide open. With a loud cry, Bai Fan raised its sails, and paper money was flung vigorously into the sky.

"Come to life!"

The snow-white snow and ghastly white sails, pale yellow paper money fluttering in the wind.

A procession of mourners set off, at the head were eight young boys shouldering a banner inscribed with "soul-calling" and leading the way. Behind them walked six young girls scattering paper money as they went. Following close behind was a squad of bodyguards surrounding Duan J Jiang, who wore plain hemp robes.

Behind Duan Jinchang, was a procession of funeral cars.

Behind the funeral procession, monks chanted sutras to console the deceased's soul, followed by a pennant for summoning spirits.

"Bringing his son into the afterlife before he even dies, Duan Jincheng is eager for him to join him."

Sān Bǎo let out a cold laugh, raised his head and finished the cup of plum wine, saying: "All of you, brace yourselves! Follow me and get to work!"

The funeral procession carrying Duan Changmian's corpse drove out of Dongzhi Gate, circling most of the capital city. As they neared the boundary between Beijing and Nanzhili, a large group of people awaited them at the end of the road.

"For the first is the Three Treasures."

The funeral procession slowly approached, Sanzang squinting his eyes at the increasingly closer convoy and slowly raised his palm.

As he raised his palm, countless figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the road.

These people are all hand-picked sharpshooters.

They held their bows tightly, ready to fire.

And the whole funeral procession, seeing this, fell into a commotion.

Finally, a squad of guards ran over to the direction of the three treasures.

Seems to be saying something.

It was just their voices being drowned out by the wind and snow.

Of course, the Three Treasures don't care what they say anyway.

"Loose an arrow."

The simple two words, "Landing," sent a shower of arrows raining down from both sides onto the funeral procession in the middle.

Then screams erupted.

The guards running in the middle of the road were shot into a hornet's nest, man and horse alike. Blood spurted everywhere, and they tumbled headfirst onto the snow.

The crimson blood, and the pristine snow, mingled together, forming a breathtakingly tragic picture.

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