The next day, in the afternoon, a few drizzles started to float in West China, but Murong Wuxin's funeral was still held on time.
Ye Fan pinched time and took Song Hongyan and Qianqian to Feilai Peak.
Today, Feilai Peak not only has white curtains hanging everywhere, thousands of wreaths, but also countless cypress trees are planted.
Feilai Peak is more beautiful and cleaner than the Rich Cemetery.
Neatly trimmed cypress trees, secluded paths without fallen leaves, plum blossoms swaying in the wind, and lonely small temples.
If it weren't for the white sadness, if it weren't for Murong's nephew's crying, it would be hard for outsiders to imagine that this place was Murong's Wuxin's home.
However, the quiet environment did not make the five people relax their vigilance.
Ye Fan, Song Hongyan and Qianqian were stopped by Tangmen's children in a parking lot on the mountainside.
This place is only 800 meters away from the top of Feilai Peak Mountain.
But except for Tang Pingfan and his team, all personnel must get out of the car and walk up to avoid carrying ignited objects in the car.
After the Tang family who stopped the car identified Ye Fan and Song Hongyan, they immediately apologized repeatedly and said that they did not see the two clearly.
Tang Shier reminded them that no guests, including Murong's nephew in Xixi, could go up the mountain, but Ye Fan and Song Hongyan could be unobstructed.
But when the Tang family stopped him, Ye Fan and Song Hongyan did not drive in again.
First, follow some rules and avoid accidents involving two people. Second, it is also very good to take a walk up the mountain for a family of three.
So Ye Fan hugged Qianqian and Song Hongyan and walked up slowly.
"The precautions are really tight today."
On the way forward, Song Hongyan opened the umbrella and glanced around and said with a smile:
"It seems that Tang Pingfan is still nervous."
While speaking, she gently approached Ye Fan and the umbrella tilted towards Ye Fan's head.
Last night, she teased Ye Fan to help her exercise to get 10,000 steps. Although Ye Fan ran away with a red face, his relationship between them heated up a lot.
She no longer avoids intimacy in public.
"It feels more vigilant than the head of the country."
Ye Fan raised his head and glanced at him. He was indeed very cautious, with three steps, one post and five steps.
In addition to the five elite elites who carry guns and live ammunition, there are also drones that are constantly wandering in the sky, checking every corner.
There are also several checkpoints on the road up the mountain, and the identities of the people attending the funeral are checked.
Ye Fan also saw several helicopters flying overhead and patrol and investigate at high altitudes around to prevent the hot air balloon attack from happening again.
On the mountain road, dozens of police dogs were twitching their noses.
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "But that's true. Be careful to sail the ten thousand years of ship. I don't know if the ugly old man will appear today."
Song Hongyan's eyes had a cold light: "I really hope he's here."
She believes that the five people who have suffered losses must have done their homework today.
The ugly old man will surely die if he comes here and acts wildly.
So she really hopes that the other party will attack so that she can breathe Ye Fan.
"I don't want it."
Ye Fan smiled and reached out to touch Qianxi's head: "You are here, no matter how small the variable is, I don't want it to happen."
He had let Xixi stay at home and have a good rest at noon.
But the little girl refused to separate from them, and it was not necessarily safe to let her stay in the Tangmen courtyard, so Ye Fan had to bring her over.
Xixi blinked Shui Lingling's eyes and asked weakly: "Dad, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made a fuss."
"It's okay, don't run around, just follow your parents well."
Ye Fan smiled softly: "There are so many people today. Once you run away, it will be difficult for your parents to find you."
Xixi nodded sensibly: "Xixi won't run around."
"Good boy."
Song Hongyan reached out to pat her daughter's little head, then remembered something and spoke:
"By the way, Dad called you in the morning. You ran to the morning exercise but didn't answer. Later he called me again."
"He said that there has been a cold wave passing by in West China these days, and he wants to come and deliver clothes to you."
"He was on his flight at noon, and he probably would have flew to West China after we attended the funeral."
She told Ye Fan that Ye Wujiu was coming to West China.
"I saw the text message. He was going to leave in the morning, but he didn't buy the tickets, so he had to come in the afternoon."
Ye Fan hugged Qianxi tightly: "What Han Liu gave her clothes? The two elders probably heard something happened to me and ran over to stare at me."
He was helpless about Ye Wujiu and Shen Biqin being so nervous, but he felt a warm current in his heart.
"They also care about you, otherwise how could they get tired of it?"
Song Hongyan is understanding: "When we finish the funeral, we will go to the airport to pick him up."
Ye Fan nodded gently: "Okay, bring Xixi with him and make him happy."
A hint of melancholy flashed through his heart.
The four elders were originally waiting to hold their eldest grandson at the end of next month, but now that Tang Ruoxue parted ways with him, the child is out of reach.
Ye Fan knew that Ye Wujiu and the others were disappointed, so he thought about letting Qianqian, his granddaughter, make them happy first.
"Woo--"
Just as Ye Fan's thoughts were turning, a helicopter sounded above his head.
The three of them subconsciously looked over and saw the helicopter flying low from their side, and the raindrops that were raised were sputtering everywhere.
The plants and trees under the fuselage also rose and fell one after another.
When Ye Fan raised his head and looked over, the helicopter was flying to a cliff not far away, pouring bullets into a hole with a half-meter high.
Then he threw a tear gas bomb in and left slowly two rounds.
"It's really responsible!"
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "Even the collapsed holes."
"Didn't you just say it? Be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship."
Song Hongyan smiled slightly: "In the battle yesterday, half of the enemies were wiped out, but half of the enemies did not emerge."
"I haven't seen the traces of Masako Keiguchi, it can be seen that the enemy still has the power to fight."
"It is easy to lose your life if you take it lightly at this time."
She took out a tissue to wipe the rain on Ye Fan's face.
Ye Fan was about to say thank you, but suddenly his eyelids twitched and he raised his head to look at the sky.
He looked at a hovering eagle in the sky, and his eyes instantly became more alert...
Almost at the same time, the ugly old man was wearing the clothes of the Tangmen's children, and was rushing from a small path to Feilai Peak at a very fast speed.
After crossing this path, he arrived at the cliff wall of Feilai Peak that was nearly ninety degrees.
At that time, he will go straight into the small temple from the passage where Murong Wuxin pours out the ashes.
A secret and unknown channel at that time.
The forest is getting deeper and deeper, and the road is getting narrower and narrower. The mountain road is quiet, quiet and even a little weird.
There is not even the sound of birds and insects.
Ugly old people are fearless.
It is difficult for the Tang family to capture his whereabouts, and the five masters of the five great masters are not his opponents, and Ye Fan and the others were injured by themselves yesterday.
He believed that no one in the more than a thousand coalition forces could stop him.
Because of his confidence and pride, when Ye Wujiu came out, the ugly old man was very surprised.
His voice sank: "Who are you?"
"laugh--"
Ye Wujiu pulled out a match and lit Baisha and said lightly: "The smoke is gone, you are not dead, I will lose..."