Eye of the Wasteland

Chapter 204 The Funeral of Ordinary People (Part [-])
A gossip is called a gossip because it spreads fast enough.

In just one week, the entire Fuyuan City knew that an innocent civilian died at the hands of mutants released by some big figures and forces.

And those three murderous mutants are still hanging in front of a magnificent city gate in Fuyuan City, adding a rotten stench to the air near the gate.

Today is the seventh day since the death of that innocent civilian named Chen Dahui.

According to traditional Chinese funeral customs, today is his first seven days.

It's just that in the wasteland era where human life is so insignificant, many people have almost forgotten their identity as human beings, let alone the customs of human funerals.

But in the corner of the shack area full of wooden shacks, iron houses, and broken containers, the narrow passage that can only accommodate one person is covered with white paper flowers.

In those low wooden shacks, corroded iron houses with holes, and many dilapidated but crowded container houses, countless ragged people are looking out through the windows and wooden doors.

Numerous soldiers of the guard army have already tightly guarded a large area of ​​nearby shacks, and some people even saw magic swordsmen in armor and magicians holding magic wands.

But at this moment, all the people in the shack area have been ordered to stay at home, and there is no order not to go out.

Under today's cloudy weather, this shack area is also shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.

At this time, various cars that the residents of the shack area hadn't seen for a long time drove up on the road far away from the shack area.

These cars can be seen everywhere in the civilized age, but they are a symbol of status in the gangster era. After all, being able to maintain and ride these vehicles in the apocalypse is a manifestation of noble status.

As the cars parked next to the shack area emitting all kinds of unpleasant smells, they did not leave as indifferently as before.

All the cars stopped slowly, and then the driver and the bodyguard in the passenger seat quickly got out of the car, opened the door of the back seat of the car, and respectfully invited those people in the car to get off.

Seeing those men and women getting out of the car, there were exclamations of surprise followed by bursts of discussion from the dilapidated houses in the shack area.

"Fuck, that's City Lord Feng, City Lord Feng is here in person."

"That little girl is City Lord Feng's daughter, right? She looks so beautiful."

"Oh my god, not only City Lord Feng, but also the head Ding Jiayi and deputy head Xu Zhiyong of the Thunder Tiger Regiment are here."

"That's Yang Cheng, Deputy City Lord, and behind him is Captain Zhu Zhenghao of the Dragon Hunting Legion."

"Li Dong, Wang Ruiqi, Xue Qingqing, Yang Cheng, the four deputy city lords have all arrived."

"Hey, old Chen can save face. City Lord Feng, four deputy city lords and a large group of nobles all came to his funeral."

"I think next, Lao Chen's family will be taken to live in the inner city, right?"

"Old Chen wanted to give his family a good place to live until he died, and now he has fulfilled his wish."

"Look at those armed jeeps, are they wasteland rangers?"

"You don't need to ask, look at the headed one-eyed dragon with his right eye blindfolded, isn't he Wu Yunhao?"

"The one next to him is Chen Xiaojia, right? Didn't expect such a beautiful woman among the homeless?"

"As expected of the nobles, both men and women look so temperamental."

"Those aristocratic women look so damn strong, that waist, that ass must be super strong."

"I won't stop you if you want to die, but we live together now, don't let the guards hear your nonsense, I don't want to seek death with you."

In the shabby shanty town, the people in ragged clothes were discussing all kinds of things, and many dignitaries of Fuyuan City formed a long line behind the solemn Feng Wenyan and Feng Zhenzhen.

However, Feng Wenyan did not rush to lead Feng Zhenzhen into the alley of the shanty town, but stood there waiting for something.

It wasn't until Wu Yunhao and Chen Xiaojia led Ding Shiyang and many other wasteland rangers to the front that Feng Wenyan turned his head to look at them.

Slowly showing a smile, Feng Wenyan smiled at Wu Yunhao, Chen Xiaojia and the others and said, "Mr. Wu, Captain Chen, you are here, let's go and pay respects to that innocent victim."

Hearing Feng Wenyan's words, Wu Yunhao and Chen Xiaojia nodded towards Feng Wenyan, and Feng Wenyan smiled and made a gesture of invitation to the Wasteland Rangers when he saw this.

The alley looked very deep, but the team of many big figures didn't go far, and came to the dilapidated, low iron house full of rusty holes.

The dilapidated iron house was covered with white paper flowers, and the last photo of that ordinary man was placed on an old wooden table.

The woman in simple sackcloth leaned against the old wooden table with her two children in her arms, her haggard face was silently shedding tears at the moment.

And many people in ragged clothes crowded the small iron house so that it seemed that no one could stand there.

Seeing Feng Wenyan leading many big figures from Fuyuan City, the people in the metal room with embarrassed and flattering smiles seemed to retreat as hard as they could, trying to make room for Feng Wenyan and others to stand.

Raising his hand to signal that everyone should not continue to squeeze together, Feng Wenyan signaled Feng Zhenzhen to come to his side, and then slowly bowed three times to the dilapidated iron house.

After doing these actions, Feng Wenyan made a gesture of invitation to Wu Yunhao and Chen Xiaojia who were following behind.

Seeing this, Wu Yunhao and Chen Xiaojia stepped forward first, and respectfully bowed three times to the iron house in front of them.

Then, many Wasteland Ranger members stood in front of the iron house in batches and bowed respectfully towards the iron house three times.

Next, the four deputy city lords led the dignitaries of Fuyuan City to respectfully bow three times towards the iron house.

After everyone who seemed out of place in that narrow alley bowed and saluted, Feng Wenyan walked slowly into the iron house.

Staring at the ordinary smiling face on the old wooden table, Feng Wenyan was silent for a while and then said: "Mrs. Chen, as the lord of Fuyuan City, I don't know what to say to comfort you and the children."

"Next, I will send someone to take you and your two children to live in the inner city. I will take care of you on behalf of Mr. Chen Dahui. Mr. Chen Dahui's death is my negligence of duty, and this can be regarded as my compensation to you."

"And, I promise you, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, and make everyone involved in this matter pay the price for Mr. Chen Dahui's death."

Feng Wenyan's voice was not loud, but his voice echoed inside and outside the iron house, allowing everyone to hear his words clearly.

At this time, the woman who was crying silently turned her head to look at Feng Wenyan, and then let out a depressing and painful cry.

(End of this chapter)