Seeing Jiang Hualong's tombstone appear in the Yundingshan mass grave, Tang Ruoxue was extremely shocked.
She still staggered back.
If she wasn't worried about waking up Tang Wangfan, she would probably scream.
Jiang Hualong was the murderer who killed Tang Xifeng and Tang Qian, and was also the first time she shot the bad guy whose head was blown off.
And because she killed Jiang Hualong and Tang Xifeng, she got the opportunity to be the leader of the thirteen branches.
In a certain sense, Jiang Hualong, Tang Ruoxue and Tang Sanguo were enemies.
He shouldn't have been in that mass grave.
That mass grave was where the comrades and subordinates who died in the past twenty years were buried in the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty.
Tang Sanguo and Tang Pingfan fought for power and lost power. Not only did Tang Sanguo fall from heaven to hell, but their former companions were also boiled frogs in Tang Pingfan's warm water and died.
Some people were lying dead on the streets, some were burned into charcoal, some committed suicide by jumping off buildings, and some even couldn't find their bodies.
More than a hundred people who were close to Tang Sanguo at the beginning have died one after another in the past twenty years.
Their family members were afraid of the pressure from the Tang clan and did not dare to collect the bodies, bury them or have any involvement.
In the end, Tang Sanguo bought bags to wrap them, then went to Yunding Mountain to occupy a corner and buried the bodies or clothes.
And even if they were buried, the Three Kingdoms of Tang Dynasty did not inscribe their stone tablets, but only drew a few symbols to distinguish them.
Over the years, the number of tombstones has changed from one to five, ten, fifty, one hundred...
Each addition of tombstones means that one of Tang Sanguo's old friends is missing, and it also means that the butcher's knife has not left for so many years.
Except for collecting corpses and going to mass graves before the Spring Festival, Tang Sanguo would never go there to take a look at them.
He seems to be worried that Tang Clan's wrath will involve him, and he also seems to be worried that seeing things and missing people will make him sad.
In short, the Tang Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms kept a distance from mass graves.
However, every year when Tang Sanguo went to visit the tomb during the Spring Festival, he would bring Tang Ruoxue over to toast him with a glass of wine and an incense stick.
Tang Ruoxue has been there more than a dozen times in total over the years.
She went from being scared, confused, curious, and dignified at the beginning, to finally understanding the grudges between her father and the Tang Clan.
It was precisely because of her in-depth understanding of the grudge 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 makes Tang Ruoxue feel that the crisis is approaching her father, and also makes her work hard to show her value in exchange for life.
As for the one-armed old man, Tang Ruoxue couldn't remember the year he appeared at the mass grave.
She only knew that the one-armed old man took care of the mass graves every day, weeding and digging ditches to prevent the rain from washing away the graves.
When Tang Sanguo and Tang Ruoxue came to pay their respects at the mass grave, he gave them a bunch of incense, a pile of paper, and a jar of wine.
Tang Sanguo gave the one-armed old man a stack of banknotes.
The two sides never exchanged a word.
Tang Ruoxue didn't even know the name of the one-armed old man.
Thinking of these past events, Tang Ruoxue reopened the photos and scanned them.
"The people buried in the mass graves are all my father's former friends."
"Why is this enemy Jiang Hualong in the mass grave?"
"Is he also my father's friend?"
"But Jiang Hualong is his father's friend, how could Jiang Shihao kidnap him?"
"How could my father hold my hand and shoot Jiang Hualong to death?"
"But if he was not his father's friend, how could Jiang Hualong be buried in a mass grave?"
"Who can give me the answer? Who can give me the answer?"
Tang Ruoxue murmured to herself, feeling a splitting headache, and couldn't figure out the relationship for a while.
Moreover, the inscriptions on Jiang Hualong's stone tablet also made Tang Ruoxue even more confused.
In order not to irritate Tang Pingfan, Tang Sanguo never carved words on the dead, not even leaving their names.
Now not only was Jiang Hualong buried, but his name also appeared, which allowed Tang Ruoxue to capture something.
Is this because after Tang Pingfan died suddenly, the one-armed old man started to give the dead people their names?
The most important point is, how could the one-armed old man post this photo on the day she came to power?
What exactly does he mean?
Tang Ruoxue felt upset and wanted to fly back to Zhonghai immediately 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 her position among the twelve branches...
Tang Ruoxue murmured: "Let's clean this tomb later."
Almost the same late night, thousands of miles away in Donggang City, Cuiguo, there was an eighteen-story Haofang Hotel.
In the presidential suite No. 3, a white-haired man was having fun with two young girls in his arms.
Just when he was in a strong mood, 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 placed the two young girls in front of him.
At the same time, he flashed a gun and pointed it at the woman in red.
"Master Luo, it's me!"
The woman in red hurriedly responded: "Asika."
"Puff puff——"
The white-haired man shot her three times, all of which grazed her ears and hit the wall behind her.
He laughed evilly: "Didn't your master teach you to knock before entering other people's rooms?"
"This is the first warning and the last."
"Next time you come into my room like this, I'll kill you when it's your turn."
The white-haired man was very disrespectful.
The woman in red said calmly: "I understand, I was wrong this time."
The white-haired man's voice deepened: "Tell me, what's going on with your master?"
"The prince said that he is not very fond of Ye Fan, but it is not convenient for him to do it."
Aishika smiled sweetly: "He hopes Young Master Luo can help."
"Mother Xipi, do you want to touch Ye Fan?"
Hearing that Ye Fan was being disturbed, Mr. Luo was startled, and then became furious:
"Although Ye Fan influenced my nephew to rise to power, he is still in the limelight. Should I try to touch him and seek death?"
"Let's not talk about the energy of Ye Tiandong, Zhao Mingyue and others, but Ye Fan's ground level skills. I'm going to hit him with a hammer?"
"And if it fails, I will be unlucky, the Luo family will be unlucky, and my nephew will be unlucky as well."
"Although I am a playboy, I am not a brainless person."
"Tell Vandance that if you change something else, you can't touch Mark."
He shouted impatiently: "And you, get out of here and don't interfere with my business, or else I'll cross you."
He glanced evilly at the slender legs of the woman in red.
"The prince knows that it is not convenient for Young Master Luo to take action, but he would like to ask Young Master Luo to ask those around him if they are willing to help."
Esika whispered:
"The prince will not only owe you a favor, but he will also be willing to reward you with a jade mine worth tens of billions."
"Of course, nothing can be involved with him."
After finishing speaking, she took out a piece of white paper: "Here are the longitude and latitude of the jade vein."
"Ten billion?"
Young Master Luo's eyes lit up, and then he grabbed the white paper and said, "It's interesting."
"Okay, I'll take care of this."
"It doesn't matter whether it's money or not, the main thing is that Mark is too arrogant."
"I can't bear to let my nephew fail to ascend to the throne first, and then create obstacles for the prince."
He added: "In three days, at most three days, someone will take care of Mark."
Aishika smiled faintly: "Young Master Luo, this is ten billion, you should give me something valuable."
Young Master Luo's eyes turned cold: "What do you mean?"
"I believe in Mr. Luo's character."
Esika smiled: "But Annie and the others will be worried that you just send dogs and cats over and do the job perfunctorily."
Damn, I was guessed!
Young Master Luo's face darkened: "Go away, I, Luo Wuji, have done my best all my life, why do I need to explain to you?"
The next day, Jin Zhilin.
"bite--"
Ye Fan hadn't gotten up yet for morning exercises when a call came in.
Ye Fan put on his headphones and muttered: "Hey, who is it?"
"Doctor Ye, it's really you..."
A woman on the other end of the phone shouted in surprise, then controlled her emotions and shouted:
"Doctor Ye, the father of thunder, 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 died once, Doctor Ye, take care."
After saying that, the other party quickly hung up the phone...
