"Why did Uncle Hong die?" Jiang Zhonglou asked in surprise.
"I don't know. It's said that he died from a mouthful of phlegm stuck in his throat while sleeping!" Diaoji sighed.
"How... is this possible? Isn't there a younger brother watching over his residence?" Jiang Zhonglou was stunned.
"Usually, Beng Yakui sleeps in the outer room and watches Uncle Hong. Yesterday, Beng Yakui was here to attend to Uncle Ben's funeral. He didn't go back, so he asked his younger brother to keep watch in the outer room, but he was so fast asleep that he didn't hear anything. "
Diji paused and said, "However, everyone suspects that the Sanhai Society has done something secretly!"
"It's very possible that Uncle Hong was fine yesterday, but he died suddenly at night. It's really strange!" Jiang Chonglou said thoughtfully.
"Let's go quickly, Hong Sheng and everyone are in a mess!"
Dianji pulled Jiang Zhonglou to the main helm hall, and saw another mourning hall set up next to Niu Ben's mourning hall. Hong Bo's body was brought in in an ice coffin, and the disciples of Qinglian Hall decorated the mourning hall. .
Uncle Hong had never been married and had no children, so Beng Yakui put on the filial robe worn by a dutiful son and cried so hard that it didn't look like he was cheating.
It seems that he does have true feelings for Hong Bo.
But Niu Shuangshuang gloated and whispered: "Without Uncle Hong's support, Beng Yakui has no backbone and has no ability to compete with me..."
The key is, no one knows whether the faucet stick is real or fake! As long as I take out the faucet stick, who dares not to let me be the leader?"
"You keep a low profile. The situation is getting more and more chaotic now. It's not as simple as you think!" Niu Xixi warned angrily.
"Don't worry, the more chaotic the better. If there is no chaos, it will be difficult to fish in troubled waters!" Niu Shuangshuang has always been afraid that the world will not be chaotic.
However, Hong Sheng and two high-level bosses died in less than 24 hours, and a power vacuum suddenly appeared. It was indeed chaos.
The disciples in the five major halls all work in their own way, with clear distinctions, and no one listens to anyone else.
The only one who can still coordinate the relationship is Master Wu.
He is senior enough, low-key, calm and prudent, and has a sense of the overall situation. People in every department give him a thumbs-up.
Under the auspices of Master Wu, the bodies of Niu Ben and Hong Bo were laid to rest for seven days, and then they were buried in a spectacular ceremony, which shocked the entire Hong Kong Island.
The day after the funeral, Hong Shenghe held an incense hall again in the hall to discuss the election of a new leader.
The five hall masters, the nine elders, the second marshal... all gathered together!
All the respectable eldest brothers and their subordinates stand behind their bosses...
The main helm hall was filled with people standing in darkness, all looking wary and tense!
The air seems to be filled with the smell of gunpowder!
"We, Hong Shenghe, encountered a catastrophe. Brother Ben and Uncle Hong passed away one after another. A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a family cannot be without a master for a day. Today, we gathered at the main helm to elect a new leader..."
Beng Yakui stood up and talked eloquently, presiding over the meeting without hesitation. As he spoke, he sat down unceremoniously on the leading chair in the middle of the incense table.
"Uncle Kui, there's no election yet, so you're sitting in the old man's seat. You're too anxious!"
Niu Shuangshuang stood up from the chair and said.
"Humph! It's just a missing program. Who is qualified to compete with me for this position?"
Beng Yakui snorted coldly: "My Qinglian Hall has expanded its territory over the years and made great contributions to the society. I have a lot of powerful generals and a rain of powerful soldiers. Which hall dares to challenge my strength?"
"Uncle Kui, what do you mean by this? Do you look down on our four brothers? Or do you want to scare us? Or do you really want to fight with each other and kill each other, and kill anyone who disobeys?"
Niu Xixi sneered.
She caught the clue in Beng Yakui's words and immediately pushed Beng Yakui to the opposite side of the other four halls.
"Akui, we recommend the leader to be the virtuous man. It's not about who has a bigger fist or who has more younger brothers!"
"If we want to compete with others, let's set up an arena and whoever wins will be the leader..."
"When we come out to hang out, although we are fierce and fierce, we can also convince others with our virtue. According to your theory, when the Taoyuan three were sworn brothers, shouldn't Second Master Guan be the eldest brother?"
As expected, the heads of the other three halls all made sarcastic remarks.
"Don't listen to Niu Qianqian's instigation, that's not what I meant at all!"
Beng Yakui shouted angrily: "During the last election of the leader, Brother Ben and I were evenly matched. It was Uncle Hong who persuaded me to give in and promised to let me take over Brother Ben's job. That's why I voluntarily gave up the campaign and let Ben Brother became the leader...
Now that Brother Ben is gone, naturally I will take over and take this seat, is there any problem?"
"Uncle Hong has never said this to us. Who knows if it is true?" Niu Shuangshuang sneered, "Uncle Hong is dead now, so you can say whatever you want. Anyway, there is no proof!"
"What? Do you dare to doubt what Uncle Hong said?" Beng Yakui suddenly stood up and said, "I'm not talking without proof. Now here is Uncle Hong's will!"
"will?"
"Uncle Hong actually left a will?"
"What's written on it?"
Everyone immediately became commotion and looked at Beng Yakui.
Beng Yakui took out a piece of paper from his arms, unfolded it and read loudly: "If anything unexpected happens, I suggest A Kui take over."
"Is this... true?"
Everyone was dubious.
"It's true or not, you will know after you see it for yourselves... It's impossible for you not to recognize Hong Bo's handwriting and signature seal, right?"
Beng Yakui lazily handed the will to Master Wu.
After Master Wu read it, he passed it on to other hall masters and elders to read.
"This is indeed Hong Bo's handwriting!"
"Yes, the signature is also his own handwriting!"
"There's nothing wrong with the seal... This is indeed Hong Bo's will!"
Everyone passed it around and read it, and found that there was nothing wrong with the will.
"How's it going? Can I sit in this seat now?"
Beng Yakui sat on the dragon chair again proudly.
"Uncle Kui, Uncle Hong's will is very vague. It only says that if something unexpected happens, you will be put in charge, but it does not clearly say that you should be the leader!" Niu Xixi said coldly.
"I am already the leader of Qinglian Hall. The only way I can get higher position is to be the leader. What else can I be?" Beng Yakui shouted.
"That's not necessarily the case..."
Niu Qianqian slowly scanned the audience and said calmly: "Everyone may not have noticed a detail. There is no time in Uncle Hong's will!"
"What? No time?"
"Yeah, it seems I just don't have time..."
"Yes, I just saw it. The signature only has a signature and a seal, but no time!"
Everyone nodded.
"What's wrong with not having time? Uncle Hong is old and he forgot to write down the time when he was writing his will. What's the problem?" Beng Yakui stared.
"This is a big problem..."
Niu Qianqian smiled slightly: "If this will was written before you became the master of Qinglian Hall, then what Uncle Hong meant was that he wanted you to become the master of Qinglian Hall at that time, not to make you the leader now.
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Therefore, this timeless will cannot be used as a basis for Uncle Hong to support you as the leader now!"