"They are just a few old immortals with stubborn ideas, so why not help them!"
"Besides, we have a clear conscience about Hu's death. There is nothing to be afraid of!"
"Everyone -" He suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "I was negligent!"
"I think Elder Zong's proposal is very right. Today's leader election also coincides with the third anniversary of the death of former leader Hu."
"Let's go to Hu's Manor, pay our respects, and then hold the election!"
"Excuse me, please come with me!"
With that said, he took the lead and strode outside.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
"Everyone, get ready, let's go to Hu's Manor!" Wei Tianhe and Zhao Kong hurriedly began to give instructions.
Yes, Yang Dao is right. Wang Laohu is dead, and Qin Tian is still in Longyin Dungeon. Who else are they afraid of in the land of Hanzhong now?
It would be better to change the venue of the election to Hu's Manor.
On the one hand, it proves that they have a clear conscience. On the other hand, it also makes them more justified.
The venue was temporarily changed, but things happened in a hurry. So many people made a mess and rushed outside. After half an hour of work, the luxurious motorcade set off again.
In a mighty way, they headed towards Hu's Manor.
Soon, we arrived at the foot of the Qinling Mountains. Looking around, we saw a manor, shaded by green trees, which was very beautiful.
Looking closer, I saw the broken walls and roof beams among the trees, and everyone had different expressions.
Some people's eyes were red, and some people lowered their heads in guilt.
At the door, a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit walked over quickly. He was the steward of the Zong family, named Zong Rui.
"Three heads of the family, bosses."
"Our old man and the three deputy leaders have been waiting inside for a long time."
“The old man’s idea is that we should pay homage to the heroic spirits first, and then hold the election.”
Yang Dao said loudly: "Mr. Zong was right, I was hasty!"
"Everyone, let's pay homage to Hu's heroic soul today!"
"Follow me!"
He was full of energy and took the lead in striding inside. At this moment, he was really risking his life.
He has always been unwilling to come here, or in other words, he dared not come here. Now, he is about to become the leader of the alliance and lead Hanzhong.
Today, this knot must be broken!
Who does Hu Qingyun mean? I wasn’t afraid of him when he was alive, let alone that he has long since been wiped out!
Wei Tianhe and Zhao Kong were encouraged and became aggressive. Everyone rushed inside together and headed straight to the back garden, where the Hu family's bones were buried.
Seeing several old figures in the distance, Yang Dao said loudly: "Elder Zong, the three deputy leaders, we are here!"
"I--"
He was about to say something else, but suddenly stopped.
Because in front of the old figure, he saw a slim woman dressed in black.
Her head was wrapped in white cloth, and she also wore a white filial piety badge on one arm. It seemed that those buried in the tomb were her close relatives and elders.
What's going on? Everyone was stunned.
The entire Hu family is dead, why do their descendants suddenly come to pay their respects?
After the woman respectfully performed the ritual of worship, she finally slowly turned around, stared at Yang Dao, gritted her teeth and said, "Yang Chongfeng, do you still recognize me?"
I saw her with a cold face and red eyes.
In a pair of beautiful eyes, there is a deep hatred that cannot be concealed!
"Miss?" Yang Dao trembled fiercely, his face changed drastically.
"Why are you here? You're not-"
Hu Ruolan gritted her teeth and said, "You thought I was dead, right? I'm sorry to disappoint you."