Chapter 17: Finished [Please collect. Monthly ticket]

Qin Sheng once read a saying, what kind of height should a man reach during his lifetime to avoid dying from namelessness?

Is South Korea a fair calculation?

It seems that his death was just a rippling ripples in the upper circle, but for most ordinary people, his death was like a piece of gravel thrown into a lake, unable to stir up huge waves, and it was insignificant.

What about myself?

If something really happened to this trip to Tianshui, how many people knew they were dead, and how many people would cry for their sorrow?

Qin Sheng laughed at himself, so he couldn't die yet, so he would fight hard. Anyway, it's not the first time he has encountered such a crisis in the past two years.

The high-end, elegant and high-end Gulfstream G450 is the first time Qin Sheng has taken a private plane, and he is not excited at all. After all, he is not a naughty young man who has never seen the world. Because of his character he has cultivated since childhood, he does not value these things outside.

Han Bing, who was sitting opposite, was also staring out the window in a daze. Perhaps what she was thinking was exactly what Qin Sheng was thinking. Han Ping's urn was placed on the seat next to her, and Chen Beiming and Wu Lao sat behind her.

"I didn't sleep well last night. I'll sleep for a while when I'm sleepy. I'll call you again. There are still many things to be done in Tianshui." Qin Sheng felt a little sorry for Han Bing and said softly.

Han Ping's death had a great blow to Han Bing. From that day on, she could never return to her former appearance and felt that the invisible pressure was about to crush her.

"Yeah," Han Bing nodded. She was really sleepy, so she closed her eyes and rested, and soon fell asleep.

Qin Sheng looked at Han Bing, who was already exhausted. He lost weight in the past few days, his face was pale and his eyes were black. This was not the first time he met his rich and rich beauty who was arrogant and arrogant.

Alas, Qin Sheng sighed.

Our fathers are our greatest support. When they all fell down one after another, at that time, we who didn’t want to grow up had to grow up.

It takes two and a half hours to fly directly from Shanghai to Tianshui, Gansu.

Tianshui is a small city, but in the western region, it is already a good city except for provincial capitals. Therefore, Tianshui Airport is very small, and the usual routes are only flights to a few nearby provincial capitals.

When the plane landed, Han Bing and Qin Sheng walked out of the airport with their urns of Han Ping and his wife, Han Bing took a deep breath of dry air and gritted his teeth and said, "Dad, Mom, we're back home."

The air is filled with the smell of loess and wind and sand. It is already the end of October. Compared with the relatively warm Shanghai, it has entered the rhythm of winter.

At the airport apron, the Han family's relatives have been waiting for a long time. One person has achieved the excellence and the chickens and dogs have ascended to heaven. Han Ping is in Shanghai and has become a rich man under his protection. Han Ping is quite generous in this regard.

The hometown of Ping, South Korea is a distance from Tianshui City. It is located in the mountains 30 kilometers southeast of the city. It belongs to Maiji District. The most famous place nearby is Maiji Grottoes, but it is still a distance from their Hanjia Village.

I am used to seeing the tall buildings in Shanghai, and then looking at the endless mountains in the northwest, it actually has a unique charm. This mountain is called Longshan, and it belongs to the Qinling Mountains as Zhongnan Mountains. Hanjia Village is at the foot of a small mountain. This hill is also called Wangye Mountain. There has never been a prince. The most powerful person that has ever appeared is Han Ping.

This is the hometown of Hanping. After the development of South Korea, they naturally did not forget it. The village roads and the roads leading to the provincial roads outside were all built by South Korea. There are also new houses and a small squares of dozens of households in the village.

Although most of the relatives of the Han family moved to the city or Lanzhou, they would go back to their hometowns during festivals. So this time, when something happened in South Korea, the villagers from the village came to help.

Qin Sheng, who has lived in Zhongnan Mountain since childhood, has a natural sense of intimacy with the mountains. He sat in the car and stared at the mountains outside. Han Bing, who was sitting in the back row, asked, "Is this far from Xi'an?"

Qin Sheng thought for a moment and said, "Not far away, it's only a few hours away from Tianshui to Xi'an 300 kilometers east."

"Oh, I haven't been to Xi'an yet," Han Bing whispered.

Qin Sheng nodded and said, "If you have a chance, I'll take you for a walk."

"Or what if we go to Xi'an the day after tomorrow?" Han Bing was unwilling to go back to Shanghai and wanted to relax outside.

But Qin Sheng dared not let her stay, because it was becoming more and more dangerous. Moreover, there were still many things in Shanghai that needed Han Bing to deal with, so Qin Sheng did not answer.

After arriving at Hanjia Village, Qin Sheng saw from afar that a tent for weddings and weddings had been set up in the small square. The villagers were busy, and the chefs and women were preparing for the flowing table. The mourning hall of Hanping and his wife was set up in the Hanjia yard, which was the same as the customs in Xi'an.

When the convoy arrived at the Han family, the relatives of the Han family surrounded him, and the women began to cry bitterly. As well as Han Ping's cousins, Qin Sheng didn't know who was really sad and who was pretending to be sad?

The band that was doing the funeral also sounded sorrow, and the atmosphere was extremely sad at this time. Han Bing was already in tears, while Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming were just following behind, both of them were afraid that someone would take advantage of the troubled waters.

Han Bing's uncle was responsible for the entire funeral. Under his guidance, everyone entered the Han family's gate, invited the Han Ping couple's urn into the mourning hall, and then began to burn incense and kowtow, etc.

Whether it is the Han family or other households in Hanjia Village, the houses are common in the northwest, including doorheads, front yards, main houses and back yards.

Han Bing was wearing mourning clothes, and the nieces and nieces of Han Ping knelt on both sides to welcome relatives and friends who came to mourn.

Mr. Wu went out for a walk, Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming stood beside him, Chen Beiming whispered, "You go to have a meal first, and then change me later."

The two have agreed that Han Bing will never leave him for twenty-four hours, and there must be one person present at any time.

The funeral lasted until after the burial tomorrow morning. This period of time was the most chaotic and complicated. Time gradually passed, dusk came and went away, and finally the night came again.

It's really a bit cold at night in the northwest.

At this time, Qin Sheng and Chen Beiming were even more worried and were always wary of unknown dangers. After the mattress was over in the evening, there was a simple memorial service, and Han Ping's brother wanted to recite the eulogy.

The outside was crowded with relatives and friends. When the memorial service was completed, Han Bing stood up and wanted to go out conveniently, the crisis finally emerged.

A man wearing Bai Xiao was hiding a dagger in his hand, mingling among the crowd, his eyes turned towards Han Bing with a vicious look. Chen Beiming and Qin Sheng followed Han Bing. When the man was about to approach Han Bing, Chen Beiming immediately rushed over and blocked Han Bing, held the man's wrist tightly, and then hugged him to the corner of the wall.

Qin Sheng grabbed Han Bing, and their bodies blocked everyone's sight. Han Bing didn't know what was going on.

The dagger secretly competed with the killer in Chen Beiming's hands. In the end, Chen Beiming was stronger and he stabbed the dagger into the killer's abdomen, stabbed him several times, then covered the man's mouth without letting him shout out.

When Chen Beiming hugged the killer and left, preparing to deal with the trouble, Qin Sheng also pulled Han Bing to go back to the room behind. At this time, it was safest to stay in the room, and no one else noticed this little episode.

The memorial service ended, and all the relatives and friends who were helping him had left. It was very cold outside, and the rest of the others also returned to the room. When Qin Sheng and Han Bing walked to the depths of the corridor, another man rushed towards Han Bing with a machete.

In the flash of lightning, Qin Sheng, who was shocked, quickly pushed Han Bing away. Han Bing was pushed and almost fell to the ground. Qin Sheng hurriedly dodged, but his shoulder was still cut by the tip of the knife.

After scolding the next door, Qin Sheng cursed in his heart.

After the furious Qin Sheng came back to his senses, he raised his leg and kicked the killer's side face, but was blocked by him with his arm. The machete in the killer's hand rushed towards Qin Sheng again. Qin Sheng bent over to avoid it. Before the killer turned around, he directly hit the killer's back with an elbow, then reached out and grabbed his arm, and used his strength to push his knees into the killer's fragile face.

Just as Qin Sheng and the killer were fighting to the death, Han Bing stared at them in amazement, and was so scared that he forgot to scream and shout, but the real crisis only appeared at this time.

Another killer rushed over from the yard. This time it was not a dagger or a machete, nor something else, but a black gun.

After seeing Han Bing, the killer's gun was immediately pointed at her.

Qin Sheng, who had already seen this killer, couldn't care about it even if he had the power to turn the world back.

Qin Sheng was shocked, it was over...
Chapter completed!