Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Who the hell wants this?!"

The man flew into a rage and threw the paper on the ground!

"What we want now is property!"

"Yes! Property!"

The men behind him raised their hands at the same time and shouted in unison.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by an even louder murmur.

"All you're thinking about is dividing the inheritance! Do you even care about Liu Ruyan?!" the host roared, pointing at the men. "Liu Ruyan was so good to you, and this is how you repay her?"

The men exchanged glances.

They wanted to say they didn't care, but this was a funeral, and the property would be divided soon, so no one could say it directly.

So they all patted their chests and said that their feelings for Liu Ruyan were deeper than the sea and higher than the mountains.

"Then let me test you." The host took out his phone, "What is Liu Ruyan's birthday?"

March 10th!

"And when was the Liu Group founded?"

June 12th!

"Hiss..." The host looked at the phone screen. "Why are the passwords all wrong?"

"Wait, whose phone did you take???"

…………

The funeral continued amidst chaos.

The host who attempted to use Liu Ruyan's phone to transfer money to himself was arrested on the spot.

Subsequently, the queen candidates took to the stage one by one to express their condolences for Liu Ruyan and unanimously stated that they would carry on Liu Ruyan's legacy and become a great queen who is loved by the people, diligent in governing and caring for the people.

In addition, there were various business tycoons, government representatives, and...

Violet de Claire, the Kingdom's Supreme Judge who represented the Court at the funeral.

That was the first time Cheng Cheng met his father-in-law. He was a middle-aged man wearing a dark robe, with a steady gait, a solemn expression, and a gaze that swept across the hall. His light blue eyes seemed to be able to see through all pretenses.

Sylvia was following behind her father-in-law, looking around. When she saw Cheng Cheng in the crowd, she subconsciously smiled and raised her hand to greet him.

Then his smile turned somber.

"What's wrong with this girl today..."

Cheng Cheng was being fed small cakes by Lena, completely baffled.

At this moment, Villette had reached the front of the mourning hall and bowed to Liu Ruyan's portrait. Then she turned around and faced the whispering guests below the stage.

“The court’s handling of the case has been ineffective, resulting in the case remaining unsolved to this day.” His voice was low and somewhat weary. “As the Supreme Judge, I apologize to Ms. Liu Ruyan’s family and to all citizens of the Kingdom who have been concerned about this case.”

He bowed slightly.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, followed by a round of applause.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Cheng Cheng suddenly felt a bit complicated. It was like a young hoodlum who had run off with someone else's daughter suddenly having a change of heart, but the daughter had already been taken away and could never go back...

As he was thinking, Lena suddenly trembled and tugged at Cheng Cheng's sleeve: "What's wrong with that woman? Why is she looking at me with such murderous intent?"

"Which one?"

"The one behind Count Villette, the one with white hair."

"Oh, he's not dead, don't worry."

Cheng Cheng looked away guiltily.

…………

The funeral continued, and finally, the grand finale arrived.

The Obsidian Bishop stepped onto the stage.

He wore a pure white robe with an amber badge on his chest, his face was thin and his temperament gentle. He bowed slightly to Liu Ruyan's portrait.

Then he turned around, faced the audience, and slowly began to speak:

May the glory of the Amber God shine upon this place.

The audience members all lowered their heads and drew squares on their chests with their right hands.

"...May the God of Amber have mercy on her soul, forgive her sins, and accept her into the heavenly kingdom paved with precious gold."

"...May she rest in eternal glory, far from the suffering and strife of this world."

The Obsidian Bishop began the requiem ceremony, reciting ancient prayers, and a faint amber light emanated from him, enveloping the entire hall.

The audience felt a surge of warmth enter their bodies, and their spirits were lifted.

"...May her family find comfort, may her relatives and friends find strength, and may all who love her be reunited with her in the embrace of the Amber God."

"...Everything is dedicated to the God of Amber."

The ceremony is over.

Bishop Obsidian stopped reciting, raised his head, and drew a square in front of his chest with both hands: "Finally, let us observe a minute's silence for the passing of Ms. Liu Ruyan."

Everyone in the audience lowered their heads simultaneously. The hall fell silent.

The Obsidian Bishop also lowered his head, closed his eyes, and suddenly frowned—

Not right.

My thoughts felt tangled and sluggish, as if something had gotten stuck in them. Every idea felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, and it took me a long time to figure it out.

what happened?

Why is the Gun Demon here so early today?

We clearly agreed that the daytime belonged to me and the nighttime to Gun Demon, so why are you trying to steal it now?

He immediately protested in his mind, and soon, a deep voice sounded:

"It's not me. Your body is being affected by other demons."

what?

The Obsidian Bishop's heart sank. He instinctively wanted to step back and open his eyes, only to find that his body and mind were both sluggish and dull!

puppet!

The Obsidian Bishop broke out in a cold sweat.

He was affected by the puppet for so long without realizing it, and thought it was the gun demon's interference. Because he couldn't move around during the mourning period, he didn't check his physical condition, wasting so much time to save himself!

who is it?

The demon would never lay a hand on his devout follower; someone must have attacked the puppet and used the power of the fire to harm him!

He tried to open his eyes and look down at the audience to find the murderer—but the audience was packed with people, all with their heads bowed in silent mourning, and he couldn't find him at all!

Time is running out!

The threads were tightening, and with each tightening, his control over his body weakened. At this rate, in three seconds, he would completely lose consciousness and become a puppet!

Just as he was sinking into despair, the voice of the Gun Demon, tinged with mockery and ridicule, rang out once more:

"Let's make a deal. I can help you."

The Obsidian Bishop remained silent. He knew what the Demon of the Gun wanted, but he had no other choice.

"……trade."

In his final moments as he was completely transformed into a puppet, he managed to utter those two words with great difficulty.

"Transaction successful. You now have three hours to yourself each day."

"Bang--!!!"

The next moment, a gunshot rang out in the funeral center!

Everyone was startled awake and jerked their heads up!

"What's going on?!"

"Gunshots?!"

"There are assassins!"

"Run!!!"

The hall instantly descended into chaos, with people screaming, shoving, and surging towards the exit.

The businessmen in suits were now in a sorry state, and the elegant ladies were now pale with fright. Chairs were overturned, tables were pushed over, and wine glasses were smashed to pieces on the ground.

Lena instinctively grabbed the little girl next to her, trying to protect her, but the little girl sat there motionless, her eyes fixed on the stage.

Lena followed her gaze—

On the platform, the Obsidian Bishop stood there, drenched in sweat. A deep wound ran down his chest, blood flowing down his robes and leaving a shocking red stain on the white floor.

Cheng Cheng withdrew his gaze and clicked his tongue softly.

Failed.

That old man really is connected to that gun-making demon... According to the world's setting, could it be that my actions led to the birth of a new demon?

Then the Obsidian Bishop must be killed.

I originally thought killing this old guy wouldn't yield any gold coins... But firearm-related sparks are incredibly powerful, you can imagine.

He sighed, picked up his phone, and sent a message in the group chat:

"Assassination failed, switch to Plan B."

Chapter 54, The Demon of the Gun

The Obsidian Bishop must die.

The fact that Liu Ruyan's case has been able to be suppressed until now is entirely due to two things: the crime scene being kept clean enough, and Sylvia's manipulation within the investigation team.

Chief Inspector Suiyue was a smart man. He knew he was on a sinking ship, so he simply placed all his bets on Sylvia. The evidence that needed to be destroyed was destroyed, that needed to be replaced was replaced, and that needed to be redirected was redirected. The investigation team's direction was gradually swayed, from "investigating the scene to find the murderer" to "who Liu Ruyan offended."