The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 1818 The person who died once

Chapter 820 The person who died once

"Impossible, impossible!"

Seeing Jiang Hualong's tombstone appear in the mass grave of Yunding Mountain, Tang Ruoxue was extremely shocked.

She also staggered back.

If it wasn't for worrying about waking Tang Wangfan up, she might have screamed.

Jiang Hualong was the murderer who killed Tang Xifeng and Tang Qian, and the villain who shot her head off for the first time.

And because she killed Jiang Hualong and Tang Xifeng, she got the chance to be the head of the thirteen branches.

In a sense, Jiang Hualong was enemies with her, Tang Ruoxue and Tang Sanguo.

He shouldn't have appeared in that mass grave.

That mass grave is where Tang Sanguo buried his comrades-in-arms and subordinates who died in the past 20 years.

Tang Sanguo and Tang Pingfan lost power in the struggle. Not only Tang Sanguo fell from heaven to hell, but his former companions were also boiled to death by Tang Pingfan's warm water frog.

Some people left their dead bodies on the street, some burned them into charcoal, some committed suicide by jumping off a building, and some couldn't even find their bodies.

More than 100 people who were close to Tang Sanguo died one by one in the past 20 years.

Their families were afraid of the coercion of the Tang Sect and did not dare to collect the corpses, bury them, or have anything to do with them.

In the end, Tang Sanguo bought bags to wrap them around, then went to Yunding Mountain to occupy a corner, and buried the bodies or clothes.

And even if they were buried, Tang Sanguo did not engrave them on the stele, but only drew a few symbols to distinguish them.

After so many years, the tombstone has changed from one to five, ten, 50 yuan, 100 yuan...

Every increase in the tombstone means that there is one less old friend of Tang Sanguo, and it also means that the butcher knife has not left for so many years.

Except for collecting the corpses and going to the mass graves before the Spring Festival, Tang Sanguo would not go to have a look at them at all.

It seems that he is worried that Tangmen's anger will affect him, and he also seems to be worried that seeing things makes people sad.

In short, Tang Sanguo kept a distance from the mass graves.

However, Tang Sanguo would bring Tang Ruoxue to toast a glass of wine and burn incense every year when he went to visit the tomb during the Spring Festival.

Tang Ruoxue has been there more than a dozen times over the years.

From being afraid at the beginning, ignorant, curious, and dignified, she finally understood the grievances and grievances between her father and Tang Sect.

It is precisely because of her deep understanding of the grievances between her father and Tang Pingfan that Tang Ruoxue gradually sympathized with her father and took up the responsibility of the Tang family.

Especially the increase in tombstones every year made Tang Ruoxue feel that the crisis was approaching her father, and it also made her work hard to show value in exchange for life.

As for the one-armed old man, Tang Ruoxue couldn't remember the year he appeared in the mass grave.

All she knew was that the one-armed old man took care of the mass graves every day, weeding, digging ditches, and preventing the rain from washing away the graves.

When Tang Sanguo and Tang Ruoxue came to worship at the mass grave, he gave them a stick of incense, a pile of paper and a jar of wine.

And Tang Sanguo gave the one-armed old man a stack of banknotes.

The two sides never exchanged half a sentence.

Tang Ruoxue didn't even know the name of the one-armed old man.

Thinking of these past events, Tang Ruoxue reopened the photos to scan.

"The people buried in the mass grave are all my father's former friends."

"How could the enemy Jiang Hualong be in the mass grave?"

"Is he also father's friend?"

"But Jiang Hualong is father's friend, how could Jiang Shihao kidnap himself?"

"How could my father hold my hand and shoot Jiang Hualong?"

"But if he wasn't a friend of his father, how could Jiang Hualong be buried in a mass grave?"

"Who can give me the answer? Who can give me the answer?"

Tang Ruoxue muttered to herself, feeling a splitting headache, and couldn't understand the relationship for a moment.

Moreover, the inscription on Jiang Hualong's stele made Tang Ruoxue even more confused.

In order not to irritate Tang Pingfan, Tang Sanguo never engraved letters on the dead, not even leaving their names.

Now not only Jiang Hualong was buried, but also his name appeared, which made Tang Ruoxue catch something.

Is this the one-armed old man who started giving titles to the dead after Tang Pingfan died?

Most importantly, how could the one-armed old man post this photo on the day she took office?
What does he mean?
Tang Ruoxue felt distraught and wished she could fly back to Zhong Hai to find out what happened, but in the end she gritted her teeth and held back her emotions.

Rather than solving a series of mysteries, Tang Ruoxue wants to secure the position of the twelve...

Tang Ruoxue murmured: "This tomb, let's sweep it later."

Almost at the same late night, in Donggang City, Cuiguo, thousands of miles away, there was an [-]-story Haofang Hotel.

In the presidential suite No. [-], a white-haired man was having fun with two young girls in his arms.

Just when he was in high spirits, the door opened silently, and a woman in red walked in.

As soon as she stepped into the room, the white-haired man turned around and put the two young girls in front of him.

At the same time, a shot was fired at the woman in red.

"Young Master Luo, it's me!"

The woman in red hurriedly responded, "Isika."

"Pumppump-"

The white-haired man shot her three times, all of them brushed against her ears and hit the wall behind her.

He laughed grimly: "Didn't your master teach you to knock before entering other people's rooms?"

"This is the first warning and the last."

"The next time you come into my room like this, I'll kill you when it's my turn."

The white-haired man was very shameless.

The woman in red said lightly: "Understood, I was wrong this time."

The white-haired man's voice sank: "Tell me, what's the matter with your master?"

"The prince said that he is not very pleasing to Ye Fan, but it is inconvenient for him to do it himself."

Isika smiled sweetly: "He hopes that Young Master Luo can help."

"Damn Xipi, move Ye Fan?"

Hearing Ye Fan's move, First Young Master Luo shuddered, and then he was furious:

"Although Ye Fan influences my nephew's position, he is in the limelight. Should I touch him and take the initiative to seek death?"

"Leaving aside Ye Tiandong and Zhao Mingyue's energy, it's Ye Fan's physical skills. Shall I hit him with a hammer?"

"And if it fails, I will be unlucky, the Luo family will be unlucky, and my nephew will also be unlucky."

"Although this young master is a playboy, he is not a brainless person."

"Tell Fandance, change one thing, move Ye Fan, it can't be done."

He impatiently shouted: "And you, hurry up and get out, don't interfere with this young master's business, or you will be crossed in circles."

He glanced evilly at the slender legs of the woman in red.

"The prince knows that Young Master Luo is inconvenient to do anything, but he wants to ask Young Master Luo to ask if there is anyone willing to help."

Issica said softly:
"The prince will not only owe a favor, but is also willing to pay a tens of billions of jade veins."

"Of course, nothing can involve him."

After she finished speaking, she took out a blank piece of paper: "Here are the latitude and longitude of the jade veins."

"100 billion?"

First Young Master Luo's eyes lit up, and then he grabbed the blank paper: "It's interesting."

"Okay, I'll take care of this."

"It doesn't matter if it's money or not, the main reason is that Ye Fan is too arrogant."

"Let my nephew fail first, and then create obstacles for the prince. I really can't see it."

He added: "Three days, at most three days, someone will take care of Ye Fan."

Issica smiled faintly: "Master Luo, this is 100 billion, you should give me something with gold content."

First Young Master Luo's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"

"I believe in Young Master Luo's character."

Issica smiled: "But Annie and the others will be worried that you will just send a dog or a cat over there to perfunctory things."

Damn, I was guessed!
Young Master Luo's face darkened: "Get out, I, Luo Ji, have been doing things all my life, why should I explain to you?"

The next day, Jin Zhilin.

"Ding--"

Before Ye Fan got up for morning exercises, a phone call came in.

Ye Fan put on the earphones and muttered, "Hey, who is it?"

"Master Ye, it's really you..."

A woman on the other end of the phone let out a pleasant surprise, then controlled her emotions and shouted:

"Master Ye, the father of Thunderbolt, the Eight-faced Buddha, may go to Longdu to deal with you."

"You have to be careful!"

Ye Fan was startled: "Who are you?"

The woman smiled: "A person who has already died once, Doctor Ye, take care."

After finishing speaking, the other party quickly hung up the phone...

(End of this chapter)