[King Shen] Please enter the urn

Shen Lang stood abruptly in the center of the lobby, with a handsome figure, dignified and solemn, like a bone in a bamboo, like the wind under a pine tree.

The air around him is calm, that kind of demeanor that is not angry and self-imposing, and the demeanor that is as deep as the ocean, like a magnet, makes everyone in the hall stare at him unconsciously.

Wang Lianhua was also looking at Shen Lang, her narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the shadow cast by the crow-like eyelashes, against the will-o'-the-wisp in those pupils, was particularly shocking.

——Shen Lang at this moment is really unusual.

Someone once said that once a mild person is angry, it will shake the world.

However, Shen Lang was just the opposite, the more angry he became, the calmer he became, just like the sea surface on the eve of a storm, filled with a frightening silence.

Shen Lang cast a sharp glance across the brocade tent, like a knife, like a sword, like the frozen ice on the extreme peak, coldly pressing against his heart.

This glance should have been frightening, but it made Wang Lianhua's blood agitated abnormally, something was agitating in her heart, and a trace of strange interest and excitement emerged spontaneously.

Strange to say, how can anyone get excited by someone else's anger?It's not surprising, because the person who got angry was not someone else, but Shen Lang!

Have you ever tasted the feeling of overturning rivers and seas by yourself?Have you ever thought about the pride that can be broken by one person?

Shen Lang is the river, the sea, the sky and the earth. Even if all these vast and vast things are used, it is still impossible to describe one or two tenths of its open-mindedness and breadth.

He is always relaxed and relaxed, with a kind of carelessness and kindness towards life.There was in him a formidable self-confidence, by which he despised all other influences upon him, and his mind was like an ocean, never without a storm.

But now he, Wang Lianhua, is able to turn this sea that will never be turbulent upside down... It's extremely exciting to think about it!

Behind the alizarin red brocade tent, Wang Lianhua covered her face and laughed silently, her gesture was indescribably willful and arrogant.If someone saw it, they would definitely think they saw a crazy lunatic.But who understands the pride and joy in Wang Lianhua's heart at this moment, which almost flies to the sky?

The person he angered was Shen Lang!

Unable to stop smiling, Wang Lianhua asked, "Why did this guest suddenly stand? Do you have any questions about this scene?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, as if he had really laughed heartily just now.

Shen Lang said lightly: "I do have a question I would like to ask Your Excellency."

"If Shen Lang really killed Chu Qiuci to monopolize the remains of the Happy King, then who is the corpse brought out from the Zhang Mansion?"

After Wang Lianhua heard this, she laughed loudly and said: "It's fine if others don't know, but I think you are full of heaven, sharp eyes, and a very smart person when you look at your face. You really can't see through such trivial things. Tricks? Or pretend to be confused?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a crisp sound of jewelry colliding behind the brocade tent, and the red brocade was lifted with a "snap", and the radiant "Guanyin" lifted the curtain and came out.

All the people in the hall were startled by the sudden appearance of "Guanyin"—men because of amazement and covetousness, while women because of shame and jealousy.

The girl of Liu Butcher's family stared at the naked chest of "Guanyin" curiously with her black eyes, and suddenly opened her toothless smiling mouth, and shouted crisply: "No clothes, shame!"

The panicked mother covered her eyes and mouth.

Wang Lianhua ignored the eyes of hundreds of people of all shapes and colors, and his sharp eyes passed over the dark heads in the lobby, and fell directly on Shen Lang.

He said: "Shen Lang is just a name. Could it be that Shen Tianjun's son can be called Shen Lang, but no one else can be called Shen Lang?"

"Many of us here are called Shen Lang."

As he said that, he pointed his finger at a person, who happened to be the first man in a fancy dress who called himself Shen Lang to jump out of the noodle shop.

He smiled and said, "Dare to ask the young master's name?"

When the man saw the beautiful eyes of "Guanyin" looking at him, he blushed with excitement.

Couldn't help but sit up straight, cupped his hands towards Wang Lianhua, fearing that others would not look masculine and said loudly: "My surname is Chen..."

Wang Lianhua took a deep look at him.

The man was stunned by the ice-like gaze, he stammered and changed his words: "Yes, my surname is Shen and my name is Lang."

Wang Lianhua smiled faintly, and ordered another person.After six or seven people asked, all of them called themselves Shen Lang.

The last question Wang Lianhua asked was the girl from Liu Tuhu's family.

The woman holding Liu Yatou shrank slightly under Wang Lianhua's gaze, but the girl boldly looked at Wang Lianhua again and again.

She tilted her head and said sweetly: "Big sister, Niuniu is also called Shen Lang!"

Wang Lianhua stroked her braids and said gently, "Good boy."

Then, he turned to Shen Lang and smiled slightly: "Look, how many people are named Shen Lang here? How can you be sure that the one who died on Chu Qiuci's bed must be the son of Shen Tianjun?"

The voice gradually lowered and gradually slowed down, and there was full of malicious intentions hidden in the gentle words.

"Or is it that Xianggong insists on putting the name of Shen Tianjun's son on the head of that soft bastard who died in a woman's bed in disrepute?"

Wang Lianhua carefully admired Shen Lang's expression for a while, and without giving Shen Lang a chance to answer, she turned around and kicked the puppet of Chu Qiuci on the stage from her throne, shaking the indigo dress, and the big horse Sit up with a golden knife.

He condescendingly looked around at the people in the hall, and said calmly: "Everyone sitting here is called Shen Lang, but there are a few rats who are not Shen Lang mixed in."

"What about these people who sneaked in?"

Off the stage, people looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one responded.

Most of them are ordinary people in the town, because of some unexplainable reason, they gathered here to cooperate with Wang Lianhua in acting.

It was agreed before that they just want them to call themselves Shen Lang for a day and come to Feixia Court to watch a play.

As soon as Wang Lianhua's words came out, they were all stunned on the spot—didn't they say it happened?

Before they could figure it out, one or two people slowly got up from each table.

Some of them are neatly dressed like rich and noble lords, some are down and out like poor relatives who go to a rich family to enjoy the autumn wind, some are dressed in smart clothes like laborers who have always been coolies, and some of them look like just sitting on the street. A beggar woman begging for food.

Although the people in the town thought they were unfamiliar, they didn't pay much attention to them—after all, this town is neither big nor small, so we can't expect to remember everyone, can we?

However, when these people slowly pulled out cold-light weapons from their arms, sleeves, bags or under the table, they realized that something was wrong.

A woman with the appearance of a widow saw the person beside her get up, her long sleeves flicked, and a pair of shiny hooks came out of the sleeves.

The man was playing with the hook, and the sharp blade danced with dazzling light and shadow, reflecting on the widow's pale face.

She was timid by nature and couldn't help but let out a scream.

The hooked man glanced at her in disgust, waved his left hand, and the cry was cut off instantly.

The widow grabbed her neck with both hands, and made a lotus sound in her mouth, and a silver hook was inserted deeply into her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Accompanied by a mournful howl, the lobby of Feixia Court immediately fell into chaos.

Everyone is scrambling to flee.

They pushed each other and squeezed desperately. Unfortunately, some fell to the ground and were drowned in the panicked crowd before they could utter a cry of pain.

Obviously, the other killers hadn't made a move yet, but this group of people who were captured by fear had already lost several lives under the trampling of the fleeing crowd.

Shen Lang stared at this tragic scene with wide eyes, full of shock and grief.

He yelled loudly: "Don't panic! Be calm!"

Hundreds of people just buried their heads in running for their lives, but no one paid any attention to him.

Shen Lang tried his best to appease the crowd around him and maintain the order of their escape.But being surrounded by the crowd, no matter how high the martial arts are, they can't use them, and they can only drift like a grain of gravel under the rushing water of the river.

Shen Lang turned his head and saw that Yin Qing beside him was about to be scattered by the flow of people, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him.

Unexpectedly, Yin Qing raised his hand with a knife, almost cutting off Shen Lang's left hand.

Shen Lang said in a deep voice, "What are you doing!"

Yin Qing raised his eyebrows coldly, and said coldly: "Don't think that if you sing with him, I won't be able to see that you are in the same group as them!"

Shen Lang said: "Why do you think so?"

Yin Qing opened his mouth and showed a contemptuous sneer: "Why do you still ask?"

"Aren't you also 'Shen Lang'?"