Luo Ba Dao's laughter was very harsh: "I, Luo Ba Dao, have always had my destiny decided by me!"
"Even if you are my daughter and want to stab me in the back, it is absolutely impossible!"
Luo Badao looked ferocious: "In this world, I am the only one who can kill myself!"
Luo Yanni's face changed drastically: "Kill him!"
More than a dozen tough men in black pounced on Luo Badao.
Ye Fan hurriedly pulled Ling Guojiang and retreated.
Ye Fan would not get involved in family affairs involving father and daughter fighting each other.
If he hadn't been worried that the Luo family and his daughter would bite him together once he left, Ye Fan would have run away with Ling Guojiang.
For him, it always felt like there was a greater danger coming.
"Boom, boom, boom—" Almost at the same time, the ground in the Luo family cemetery trembled.
Dozens of ancestral graveyards that were beyond recognition were torn apart as if they had been blasted, sending up waves of dirt and debris.
The paper money originally meant to be burned for Luo Feiyu was also wrapped in ashes and flying around.
The sky is overwhelming and the eyes are blurred, making everyone's vision blurred.
When the hook-nosed young man subconsciously protected Luo Yanni, the twenty tough men in black also reflexively avoided her.
At this moment, changes occurred.
"Whoosh -" A strong man in black rolled over more than ten meters and lay lying behind a tombstone. Before he could see the environment clearly, he was stabbed into the neck by a sharp knife protruding from the bottom of the tombstone.
He looked at the sharp knife and the bloodless hand in disbelief, a hand stretched out from the pile of soil.
A strong man in black hid in a half-cut cypress tree and searched for enemies with the help of burning wood in front of him.
But before he could lock his target, a large pile of ashes with sparks suddenly appeared and hit him directly on the face and neck.
The sparks burned him.
The accomplices who were close to him reacted conditionedly and helped him slap him.
While he was concentrating on sweeping away the sparks and ashes, a sharp knife simply stabbed out from the burning ground.
Enter directly between the legs.
If it were just an ordinary sharp knife, he might be able to bear it, but this is a red-hot sharp knife that will burn the flesh at the sight of it.
When he lowered his head and found that his pants and thighs were smoking, and there was a sharp pain, his eyes immediately filled with fear.
Then he couldn't stop crying, and then started wailing and screaming.
But it didn't take long for him to become silent, because the dead have no voice.
The tough man in black, who was nearly blinded by the sparks, reached out to touch his accomplice's face after hearing his screams.
But before he could ask the second sentence, a sharp knife was driven into his neck as fast as a meteor.
The blood seals the throat.
A foreign tough man also fell behind the tombstone. He heard the screams coming from everywhere and knew that something had happened to his companion.
So I became cautious.
The wind blew and he fired repeatedly with a short gun.
But there was no response at all.
He suddenly felt something strange behind him, turned around and saw a tree falling down.
There was murderous intent in his eyes, and the gun fired out.
The trees were chopped down, but there was still nothing strange about them.
His heart sank inexplicably.
Two consecutive mistakes in judgment made him anxious and haggard.
When masters compete, life and death can be life-and-death in an instant. Just making a little mistake can be fatal.
Just when the cypress tree fell to the ground and exposed its roots, a crossbow arrow was pierced through a small hole as thick as a bowl.
Three poisoned crossbow arrows penetrated his vitals.
When he fell down, he saw a companion being grabbed by a pair of hands that came out of the soil.
Those pale hands pinched off the ankles of her companions like tofu... Hearing the screams one after another and seeing her die-hards fall one by one, Luo Yanni panicked.
She couldn't stop shouting loudly: "Come out, come out! Come out!"
No one responded to him, and the cemetery became dead again.
Luo Badao struggled to get up, clapped his hands and shouted: "Everyone, come out!"
The figures flashed and there was a sound of falling to the ground! Eighteen ghost-like pale men appeared, the weapons in their hands dripping with blood.
They surrounded Luo Yanni and the hook-nosed young man in an orderly manner.
It was obvious that all the tough men in black were killed.
But compared to their methods, the expressionless and endless coldness on their faces makes people more fearful.
Ye Fan was slightly surprised when he saw this, but he didn't expect Luo Ba Dao to have a back-up plan.
Moreover, these people not only hide in the graves of their ancestors, but are also extremely cold and cold, looking like dead people.
No wonder Luo Yanni, who is in charge of security, did not notice this group of people.
Ye Fan also smelled a familiar scent from these people.
He felt that he had met similar people before.
Ling Guojiang, who had always had a calm expression, rarely frowned when seeing these people.
"How is this possible?"
"I was in charge of the security guard. I not only checked the entire Luo family cemetery three times, but also sent people to check in when Luo Feiyu was buried."
"In the past two days, except for the manpower I arranged, not even a bird can get in."
Luo Yanni looked at Luo Ba in disbelief: "How did these people hide in?"
"You are confirming that Luo Feiyu will be buried today. I made arrangements on the night Luo Feiyu was headshot."
Luo Badao sneered: "When Luo Feiyu died on the cruise ship, I thought about bringing a large number of people to be buried with him."
"And if I didn't have this group of back-up people, could I calmly let you arrange the funeral?"
"You know, you are the one who has touched my heart's blood and still wants to let me transfer all my assets."
"If I didn't take any precautions, I would have died a long time ago."
He also tore off his clothes to reveal a pair of golden armor: "For safety, I also wore this golden silkworm armor."
Luo Yanni shot him in the back. Although his bones were injured, it could not kill him.
The blood on his body was also contaminated from other corpses.
When Ye Fan heard this, he gave a thumbs up and sighed: "As expected, Jiang is still hotter when he is old!"
"Dad, you have never believed me."
Luo Yanni laughed angrily: "No matter how useless Luo Feiyu is, you just want him to inherit the family business."
"You really chill me!"
"But you haven't won yet, and I haven't lost yet."
"Although twenty of my dead soldiers died, I still have Tony, a capable general."
"He can fight a hundred with one!"
She shouted: "He can still kill them all by himself and make you sign the agreement honestly."
"You are too young."
At this time, Ling Guojiang looked at Luo Yanni, shook his head slightly and said: "Your father did not support this group of people, otherwise he would have swept away the Ling family and other gambling kings, and would have been on an equal footing with the Yang family."
"99% of these people are soldiers borrowed from your father."
"If my guess is good..." He stared at the eighteen ghost-like people and added: "They are from Tangmen, named Ling Shouren..." Ye Fan was shocked: "What?
Tomb keeper?"
"Whoosh——" The hook-nosed young man, who was originally highly vigilant, immediately changed his expression when he heard the words "guardian of the mausoleum".
He stepped on the ground suddenly, causing a large wave of soil to rise.
When the earth crackled and hit Luo Badao and the others, he immediately grabbed Luo Yanni and ran away.
“Swish, swish, swish—” As soon as he moved, the eighteen tomb-keepers also moved.
A wrong step, a flash of his left hand, and silver threads criss-crossed like spider webs.
Then the silver thread passed towards the aquiline nose and Luo Yanni.
Hearing a whooshing sound, the bodies of the hook-nosed young man and Luo Yanni shuddered, then turned into piles of flesh and blood and fell to the ground.
They were cut into countless pieces...Luo Yanni died...
