It was raining heavily during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the streets were devastated.
It was not yet Qingming Festival in Luoyang City, but everyone on the streets had mournful looks on their faces.
Everyone had a small white flower pinned to their chests to pay tribute to that respected elder.
The intersection of the street outside Qinghe University's campus was deserted. When people passed by, they would place a bouquet of flowers at the intersection. Spring had just arrived in Luoyang City, and all the blooming peonies and winter jasmine had been plucked here.
It was like a sea of flowers.
Some people said that if Mr. Jiang Xu were still around, he would definitely criticize everyone. The flowers were on the branches, so they should not be plucked. Everyone should just admire them from afar.
But others retorted that if Mr. Jiang Xu were no longer around, who would still be in the mood to admire the flowers?
The students of Qinghe University stood in the streets in silent mourning. Many of them even fainted from crying. It was not until after Jiang Xu's accident that they realized why Jiang Xu suddenly wanted to attend that lesson.
So it was the final lesson. Mr. Jiang Xu had a premonition of his death.
However, in the hour before his death, Jiang Xu was still talking and laughing casually. When his classmates greeted him while walking on campus, he would even respond very amiably.
Therefore, he suggested he wanted to walk around alone because he was afraid Zhang Chentong would be implicated.
A person who could remain so calm even though he knew he was about to die was probably the greatest form of calmness.
On this day, Luoyang City was in mourning. In this era, only Jiang Xu could do this.
It was not only in Luoyang City. It was the same outside Luoyang City as well.
Due to the war in the north, many people had fled to the Zhou Clan in the south. When they learned of Jiang Xu's death on their way to escape, they would also make a special trip to Luoyang City to place a bouquet of flowers outside.
But people's view of Jiang Xu's death was not as simple as mourning. Instead, it was anger.
On the streets not far from where Jiang Xu died, people put up banners to condemn the Wang Clan. Some people even found Wang Shengzhi's portrait and started burning it.
Everything they did was because they couldn't accept Jiang Xu's sudden departure.
This was an unfortunate era, because the calamity had never left. The people were displaced, morals began to crumble, and laws no longer existed.
However, this era also had its own glory. It was precisely because of all these difficulties that the light in the dark crevice was born.
Outside Luoyang City, Luo Lan and Zhou Qi arrived with wreaths in their hands. Luo Lan went to the gate to submit his visa document. This was something that the Kyung Clan had already prepared for him.
However, the Luoyang City Garrison Troops stationed at the gate were shocked when they saw Luo Lan's ID. Luo Lan? That Luo Lan from the Kyung Clan?
Everyone thought that the Wang Clan had killed Jiang Xu and that the Wang Clan had gone mad.
Meanwhile, the Kyung Clan was an organization that the Wang Clan had always been targeting. For Luo Lan to suddenly come to Luoyang City at this time, was he really not afraid of death?!
The Wang Clan's stronghold was the closest to Luoyang City, and it would take less than three hours to get there by car. If the Wang Clan's army arrived, Luo Lan wouldn't be able to survive even if he had several lives.
The soldiers guarding the gate glanced at the wreath Luo Lan was carrying and saw a simple couplet written on it.
"Riding a whale today.
When will I become a crane and ride it? "
After entering the city, Luo Lan walked slowly under everyone's gaze. He walked all the way to the place where Jiang Xu had died. As the memorial service had not started yet, he could only deliver the wreath there.
As for whether he could attend the memorial service, that would depend on whether he was still alive at that time.
However, Luo Lan couldn't be bothered to think about that right now.
Usually, Luo Lan would dress like a gangster. He did not look like a big shot from an organization at all. Instead, he looked more like a kingpin from the underworld.
But today, Luo Lan was wearing a black suit and looked especially solemn and dignified.
News of Luo Lan arriving in Luoyang City to mourn Jiang Xu's death slowly spread. When Luo Lan walked the streets, everyone would subconsciously keep their distance from him.
In the rain, Luo Lan's eyes were looking straight ahead. When he arrived at the place where Jiang Xu had died, he bowed deeply and said, "Old Sir, I've been reading your articles since a long time ago, and I've always admired you very much. I've seen too many dark and gloomy things in the organization, so I know better than anyone how difficult it is to uphold the principles you've always upheld in this world.
"I know you have a good relationship with Xiaosu. He and I are very, very good friends, so I'm also considered your junior. If your heroic spirit is still here, please accept my call."
But after Luo Lan said that and waited for a long time, the world did not change at all.
In the end, he sighed. It looked like Jiang Xu was unwilling to pay any attention to him.
In fact, the power of the Temple of Martyrs was very cruel to the dead. It was the rule of heaven and earth that the dead could not be resurrected, so resurrection also had to be punished.
In the Temple of Martyrs, all the heroic spirits had to fall into a deep sleep before they were summoned. It was an endless darkness, and the only thing they had left in their lives was to protect the master of the Temple of Martyrs.
The host of the power would become stronger and stronger, but this was actually very cruel to people who were once alive like the heroic spirits.
Luo Lan had awakened in Stronghold 61 and summoned 12 heroic spirits, but they were all his old subordinates who had followed him for a long time. Furthermore, the heroic spirits were only willing to become a member of the Temple of Martyrs in order to protect him.
Moreover, when the host of the Temple of Martyrs summoned a heroic spirit, it was an equal conversation. If the other party rejected it, the host could not forcefully summon it.
Luo Lan stared blankly at the fresh flowers on the street. He bowed deeply again and said, "If I'm not dead in a few days, I'll come to the memorial service to see you."
At this moment, a sniper dressed in black was observing Luo Lan through his scope from a tall building 400 meters away. He was wearing a white earpiece and said, "You may fire."
"Permission granted."
But at this moment, the sniper suddenly felt a huge force lifting him up from behind. The moment the sniper pulled the trigger, the muzzle of his gun tilted.
The sniper turned around in panic and saw a young man with a sullen expression holding him in his hand.
The sniper's gunshot rang out. Luo Lan, who was on the street, immediately looked in the direction of the tall building. When he saw the silhouette of the young man on the second floor, he felt relieved.
Ren Xiaosu was here. Just like how he would always show up every time Luo Lan was on the brink of death.
Luo Lan stood where he was and laughed. "It's time for us to settle the score with those demons and monsters."
Zhou Qi said nonchalantly, "You only dare to say that because Ren Xiaosu is here."
"What else can I do?" Luo Lan asked, "I don't feel safe at all being protected by you …."
At the same time, the gunshot not only attracted Luo Lan's attention, but it also attracted the attention of the demons and monsters in Luoyang City. When they realized their sniper companion had been attacked, hundreds of men in black walked out of the residential buildings and surrounded the building.
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