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Chapter 151 Family Inheritance
"Bold!"

Li Changtang shouted and said: "Eunuch Li is the benefactor of our family. You are not allowed to talk to your father-in-law like this."

Lu Yuanyuan looked at Li Changtang in front of her, and suddenly pouted: "I don't want to go with him, he is too ugly."

Li Changtang was stunned for a moment, and the muscles on his face trembled twice.

Snapped!
Lu Xiuyuan slapped Lu Yuanyuan on the face: "Lawless, I used to indulge you too much."

Lu Yuanyuan curled her lips, burst into tears, and rushed out of the room in one breath.

After Lu Xiuyuan took action, he felt a little regretful, and felt particularly uncomfortable at this time.

"I doted on her too much, please forgive me."

"Oh, she's just a child. How can I still be on the same level as her?" Lu Xiuyuan waved his hand and said, "The important thing is the prince's business. Don't make any mistakes."

"Don't worry, father-in-law, I have made arrangements."

After dealing with Li Changtang, Lu Xiuyuan thought of his daughter again and searched around his house, but there was no sign of her.

He was probably sulking somewhere.

Thinking of never seeing his daughter again, he felt a little uncomfortable.

The Lu family are distant relatives of the Thirteenth Prince, and their current wealth is all due to the Prince alone.

Now that the prince's death is approaching, when he falls, the Lu family will no longer have a big tree to shade them.

Only by finding a way to send his daughter to the palace can he keep this hard-won wealth.

Lu Xiuyuan's branch was the one that was sacrificed.

"Nanny, when you grow up, you will understand the difficulties of being a father. It is not easy for a father to pass on the responsibility of the family."

At this time, the construction workers carried the coffin out of the backyard. Lu Xiuyuan stepped out of the way and looked at these workers with indifferent eyes.

After the event is completed, these workers will also be buried with the prince.

In the ear room next to the door.

Yang Liang was hung on a pillar on the roof, with his feet in the air, swinging back and forth like a swing, trying to save himself.

"Woooooo."

Not far away from him, the female ghost in red was crying non-stop.

"alright."

Yang Liang was angry. He didn't know now whether this female ghost was his own hallucination or whether there was a real ghost in this world.

"I've been working very hard, okay? I can't even protect myself."

The female ghost just cried, tears falling down one by one.

Yang Liang sighed. Sure enough, a man must know how to restrain his impulses. Even if the other person is just a female ghost, he must not let himself go.

Look, you can't get rid of it now.

He was swinging back and forth on the pillar, his wrists were bruised, and he couldn't find a way out.

This Silver Sword Guard was probably really professional. With such a slight lift, he had nowhere to focus, and even with all his strength, he couldn't use it.

He has checked through the professional shop, and there are no props that can be used now. It seems that the system is not omnipotent. At the critical moment, he still has to rely on self-rescue.

Yang Liang struggled for a while, and his strength was gradually exhausted. He hung there, getting more and more exhausted.

If I can't untie the chain, I'm afraid I'll be dead.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Yang Liang stopped moving, lowered his head, and pretended to be asleep.

The door creaked open, and the hunchbacked old man appeared in front of Yang Liang.

"Untie him." The two strong men behind him started to put Yang Liang on the ground. When Yang Liang was about to resist, a knife was placed on his shoulder.

"Tie him up." The hunchbacked old man said coldly.

Two big men stepped forward and roughly tied Yang Liang's hands and feet with hemp ropes. Then Yang Liang's eyesight went dark and he was put into a sack.

He felt like he was being carried out, swaying all the way. He didn't know how far he had walked, and a chill came from the air.

"Okay, let's stay here." The hunchbacked old man's voice sounded from outside: "Master has ordered us to dig a hole and bury him."

"Woooooo."

Yang Liang struggled desperately in the sack, but his hands and feet were tightly tied, and he couldn't use any strength.

There was the sound of shovels clanging and banging all around.

"It's too cold today, we can't dig at all." A big man complained.

"In my opinion, just shoot him to death." Another big man said: "Anyway, there is no one else here."

"What are you talking about? He is at least a human being. If you let him expose his body in the wilderness like this, do you have any humanity left?" The hunchbacked old man scolded: "Those who work in our line of work will die at no time. Don't you guys?" I also want no one to bury me after I die.”

The two big men were silent. After a while, Yang Liang heard the sound of waving shovels again.

After a while, the sound of shovels stopped.

"Is that all right?"

"I think it's not shallow anymore."

"The dig is so shallow that people can't be buried at all, and they won't be able to come out when the rain washes away." The hunchbacked old man glanced at them and waved helplessly: "Okay, you go back first, let me handle this."

As if they had been pardoned, the two big men immediately thanked him profusely and left the old man alone in the wilderness.

Yang Liang was in the sack, twisting his body constantly.

Suddenly, he felt the sack being pressed down, and then the sack was untied from the outside.

Yang Lianggang was about to curse, but he saw the old man looking at him intently and cutting the rope around him with his hand.

He patted Yang Liang's belongings into Yang Liang's arms and said, "Go away quickly and don't come back again."

"Old man, you..."

Yang Liang was about to say something more, but the hunchbacked old man picked up the shovel on the ground, buried the hole in the ground with a few strokes, then waved his hand and left.

Yang Liang was left stunned where he was.

Could it be that I really met a good person?
Yang Liang shook his head to get rid of the confusion in his mind.

He still didn't dare to say anything and bent down to check his belongings.

Fortunately, the book bag was still there, as was the machete he was used to. Yang Liang breathed a sigh of relief, tied the book bag to his waist, and hung the machete again.

He took out the jade bracelet from his book bag. As soon as he took it out, the female ghost appeared in front of him again, crying non-stop.

"You are already dead." Yang Liang said helplessly.

The female ghost just cried but didn't speak.

Yang Liang knew that if he returned, he would definitely escape death. The Silver Sword Guards led by his father-in-law were professionally trained and they were not ordinary people.

"Okay, okay, don't cry, I'll walk again."

After Yang Liang said that, the female ghost stopped crying. Yang Liang felt that the jade bracelet in his hand became a little warm, and then the female ghost disappeared.

He first exchanged some rice balls from the professional store and was hung up for a day. Now he was already hungry.

Then, Yang Liang briefly treated the injury on his wrist, then identified the direction and began to trek towards the underground palace.

The winter night was cold, there were no stars in the sky, only a lone moon stretched out Yang Liang's back on the wasteland.

(End of this chapter)