"Wang Han is the ninth son of the Shilaohui. Considering what happened during this period! According to my guess, someone must be protecting him secretly. Otherwise, it is impossible for the Chai family to die quietly.
We can tell the Zhao and Sui families that the things were secretly given to the second brother under the orders of the old man, and then secretly pretended to chase Wang Han to get the treasure, and then inadvertently revealed to the Zhao and Sui families that the things were actually in Wang Han's hands.
If there is news, people from the Zhao family and the Sui family will definitely go after Wang Han.
Didn't Wang Han say that he would go back tomorrow, which would be conducive to our planned actions!
Of course, in order to make the trick come true, I will give Wang Han a mask."
As Duanmu Mingzhi spoke, he took out a mask that had been prepared in advance.
"Fourth brother, did you think about it in advance?"
Duanmu Mingzhi handed the thing to Duanmu Mingwen, "When doing things, of course you have to take one step and think three steps. Third brother, go and give this thing to Wang Han!"
Duanmu Mingli rubbed his face vigorously, looked at Duanmu Mingzhi, and after a moment of silence, took the mask.
Walked out the door.
Wang Han played with the mask, and intuitively told himself that this thing was absolutely extraordinary. However, Wang Han pondered for a long time and couldn't figure out what the thing was used for. The Duanmu family didn't tell him, so Wang Han had to take a photo and send it to Di Lao.
I sent a message to ask, but I didn’t wait for a reply.
I sent a message to the top student in the duck world, Biaozi. The idiot replied with a message saying that it was Nuo noodles, which was useless, and he never responded to messages again.
Wang Han originally wanted to control the Vajra-level Qi body in the Qi bottle, but cries could be heard from outside.
Get ready to go out and relax.
From a distance, I saw Ya Lao waving in front of the corpse when no one was around, then turned around and left.
Wang Han wanted to catch up and ask about the mask, but Ya Lao ducked and disappeared.
He lit a cigarette and stood in a deserted place, looking at the Duanmu family.
During a funeral, everyone's expression is different. After all, human beings have different joys and sorrows.
When Wang Han was halfway through smoking a cigarette, a voice came, "Brother, lend me a light."
Without thinking much, he handed the lighter out.
The other party took the lighter, said thank you, lit a cigarette, and returned the lighter to Wang Han. The two of them made eye contact.
Everyone was stunned.
"Is it you?"
"Is it you?"
The two stared at each other in unison.
The other party is a young man.
When he was in Tibet before, Wang Han saw the other party at the Eye of Hell. At that time, the other party used a weasel to summon the gods and made Wang Han confused.
It was also at that time that the other party took away the blood prince who was suppressing that place.
Wang Han still remembered what the young man said at that time, his name was Zhao Milong.
At that time, Wang Han didn't take it to heart. After all, few people in the world would use their real names under such circumstances.
I thought that the two people would never meet again, but I didn't expect that they would meet again in this place.
"Why are you here?" Zhao Milong asked first.
Wang Han also looked at Zhao Milong, "Is this supposed to be me asking you?"
After asking, Wang Han suddenly thought of something.
When the Duanmu family yelled before, they mentioned that the old man was severely injured by the Zhao family and the Sui family. Combined with the Northeastern Maxian method that they had seen this young man use at the beginning, this young man would most likely be successful.
His name is Zhao Milong, and he is the Zhao family member who severely damaged the old man’s family.
Zhao Milong returned the lighter to Wang Han and said with a smile, "I am from the Zhao family and I am here to do something. What are you doing here? Are you from the Duanmu family?"
"No." Wang Han didn't want to get involved with the Duanmu family's family feud.
Zhao Milong held a cigarette in his mouth, "That's good. When we were in Tibet, you let me go. I owe you a favor. It just so happens that I will take advantage of today's opportunity to return the favor. The Duanmu family has something big to do tomorrow.
If it happens, you can leave if you can. If you can't leave, just say that you are Zhao Milong's friend, and someone will let you go."
Wang Han probably guessed something.
Zhao Milong bared his teeth, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first. Remember what I said."
Wang Han looked at Zhao Milong's back.
When the cigarette reached the end, Wang Han walked towards the distance.
When I walked around a granary and walked inside, I saw Duanmu Mingli and Zhao Milong standing together and yelling, "What are you doing here?"
Zhao Milong clicked his teeth while holding a cigarette, patted Duanmu Mingli's shoulder and said with a smile, "Why don't you just wander around, I'll scare you."
Duanmu Mingli shook Zhao Milong's shoulders, and saw a figure from the corner of his eye. He looked closely and found that it was Wang Han, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that Wang Han was new here and could not possibly know Zhao Milong.
Pretending to be fine, he scolded Zhao Milong and said, "Go to my room and wait for me!"
Zhao Milong bared his teeth and smiled, then walked swaggering towards the distance.
Wang Han looked at Duanmu Mingli with a half-smile.
Looking at it this way, things seem to be a little interesting. The death of the old man must be caused by a family thief.
At first, Duanmu Mingli yelled at Wang Han, like a mad dog, saying that if it weren't for Wang Han, the old man would not have been killed. Wang Han still felt a little burdened in his heart. Looking at it now.
I'll take care of you!
This bitch forces the filial son to take full responsibility!
Duanmu Mingli walked towards Wang Han with a straight face, "Just in time, I have something to do with you!"
Wang Han smiled at Duanmu Mingli and said, "Who was that person just now?"
"You are a cousin, don't ask so many questions, it has nothing to do with you!"
Looking around, Duanmu Mingli took out a mask and handed it over, "This is for you. This is the gift that the old man wants to give you! I didn't want to give it to you at first, but when I thought about it, the old man would give it to you.
I just wanted to prepare a gift for you, so I’ll give it to you!”
Wang Han held up the mask with a confused look on his face.
It is exactly the same as the one Duanmu Mingliang sent me before, but the feeling after buying it is completely different. It feels like something bought by Xixi, there is no comparison.
"Hold your things and don't lose them! But don't just act like a good boy when you get an advantage! You were the one who killed the old man!"
Duanmu Mingli suddenly grabbed Wang Han's collar and said angrily.
Wang Han held the mask and stretched out his hand to push Duanmu Mingli away.
"Really? Then I feel so guilty! I almost want to cry!"
Duanmu Mingli raised his fist and was about to hit him.
Wang Han's whole body was boiling with murderous intent, "If you touch me, I can make you stay in bed for the rest of your life. You can try it."
Duanmu Mingli let go of his hand and patted Wang Han's chest, "Pack your things and leave early tomorrow! I feel sick when I see you!"
Wang Han blew out a smoke ring on Duanmu Mingli's face, "Look in the mirror, you should feel more uncomfortable!"
Duanmu Mingli sneered back, turned around and left.
Wang Han stared at Duanmu Mingli's back. Duanmu Mingli originally wanted to entertain people, but by some strange mistake, he went to the mourning hall again, offered incense and kowtowed, and knelt in front of the corpse. Soon he put his head on the ground and punched the ground, crying bitterly.
Tears.
It can be seen that Duanmu Mingli was still very sad about his father's passing, but he felt even more guilty. The reason why he yelled at Wang Han was mainly to transfer the guilt in his heart.
If Wang Han had seen this scene before, he would have thought that Duanmu Mingli was really a filial son, but now that he saw it, he was so filial! He was so generous and filial!
The old man is really convinced that he has such a deficient son!
Wang Han took a look at the mask Duanmu Mingli gave him. In comparison, the mask Duanmu Mingliang gave him could be said to be of very low quality.
I picked it up casually and glanced into the darkness, always feeling like I was being stared at.
Turning around and going back to the room, Wang Han didn't sleep all night.
Early the next morning.
There was heavy snow falling outside.
The entire village was covered with snow-white quilts.
"Cousin, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today!" Duanmulin said, rubbing his arms.
Wang Han also took a look outside and saw that the way out was basically blocked by heavy snow.
"Grandma seems to want to come back. Cousin, why don't you wait for grandma to come back?" Duan Muying asked.
Wang Han looked out the window, feeling a little fucked up. Then he thought about it. Uncle Zang Dian asked Wang Han to wait here for a day, but Wang Han didn't say much.
He glanced at the two siblings and said, "Be careful about Duanmu Mingli."
The two siblings were stunned for a moment, "Cousin, Third Uncle is like that. In fact, he is quite a nice person. He just couldn't accept the death of grandpa for a while, so he yelled at you."
Wang Han smiled and said nothing.
I stayed indoors all day today and didn't go out.
Someone was clearing the way from the snow in the village. The temperature was much colder than yesterday. I looked at the thermometer and saw that it was over thirty degrees below zero.
Duanmulin brought a tortoise stove to the room where Wang Han was.
A normal stove has a pot-like thing attached to it so that the hot air inside the stove will not escape too quickly.