"You haven't told me what your name is yet." Uncle Xiang smiled slightly and said to Xu Yun: "You are worthy of being the man of Wan Kuangxiao..."
Xu Yun could tell from Uncle Xiang's expression and words and deeds that he was ready to give up. It was now time. It was no big deal for him to tell the other person who he was. After all, no matter who he was, he wanted to die when he died.
Be clear: "My name is Xu Yun, Yanlong of the Dragon Fury Special Forces. Even if you become a ghost, you can come to me for revenge at any time."
Uncle Xiang raised his head and laughed a few times: "If there were really ghosts in this world, I'm afraid you wouldn't say that. We are all atheists, so you dare..."
"Whether there is a ghost or not, you will know better than me in a while." Xu Yun said calmly: "In fact, sometimes, if people have lower pursuits and lower ambitions, they will not encounter some troubles that cannot be dealt with and cannot be controlled.
"
Uncle Xiang raised his head and slowly fumbled for a pack of cigarettes in his coat pocket. After taking out one and lighting it, he threw the cigarette and lighter in front of Xu Yun: "Smoke one. You know exactly what I am doing now."
You're so good, you don't care to smoke a cigarette with me."
"Uncle Xiang, if you have any other ideas now, I advise you not to give up." Xu Yun glanced at Uncle Xiang's cigarette and said calmly: "I will wait for you to finish smoking this cigarette, and then I will send you on your way.
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"Yanlong...Xu Yun." Uncle Xiang took a puff of cigarette into his lungs and turned to Xu Yun: "I really didn't expect that I, Xiang Dong, have been going smoothly all my life, but in the end I fell into the hands of him.
In the hands of those trained by Howl.”
Having said this, Uncle Xiang paused for a moment. He seemed to have thought of something. He frowned tightly and kept looking Xu Yun up and down. He suddenly raised his voice and asked, "How old are you this year?!"
"Twenty-six." Xu Yun has nothing to hide, and she is not a female movie star. She is afraid that others will know that she is not eighteen but forty-eight.
Suddenly, Uncle Xiang seemed to have turned into a lunatic. He smiled so exaggeratedly and kept chanting Xu Yun's name. Xu Yun was really confused by this, but even Uncle Xiang looked at it.
He looked like a lunatic, but Xu Yun also remained absolutely calm. Who knows if Uncle Xiang is acting in something now, but Xu Yun didn't want to wait any longer.
"If I know that you are his son, then I will really die without any regrets." Uncle Xiang suddenly stopped laughing, and Xu Yun was completely stunned by these words.
Xu Yun was stunned. He looked at Uncle Xiang with a confused expression: "What do you mean?"
"Xu Yun, twenty-six years old, a boy trained by Wan Kuangxiao and Wang Yi in the Dragon Fury Special Forces... aren't you Xu Chen's son?" Uncle Xiang asked in return.
Xu Yun's mind went blank. Why does Uncle Xiang know so much!?
"How do you know? What is your relationship with him? Do you know each other?!" Xu Yun is now like a movie of One Hundred Thousand Whys. There are really too many questions he wants to know. Uncle Xiang knows
He wants to know everything!
Uncle Xiang smiled slightly: "For me, a dying person, it doesn't matter whether I answer or not. Xu Yun, I really don't feel embarrassed at all if I can die in your hands..."
Hahahaha, if I really have the chance to become a ghost, I will definitely come to trouble you."
"Explain the matter to me clearly!" Xu Yuntai was eager to know the truth of all this.
However, at this moment, Uncle Xiang took advantage of Xu Yun's inattention and stabbed the dagger in his hand directly into his heart! Uncle Xiang's eyes were wide open and he did not make a sound. Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, and his whole body was filled with blood.
People leave this world motionless.
Xu Yun was stunned at that time. He rushed to Uncle Xiang's side crazily, but it was too late. The sharp dagger had penetrated the muscle and pierced the heart. Even if the gods came, it would be a disaster.
No more tricks!
All this happened so suddenly, Xu Yun never thought that Uncle Xiang would choose such a way to end his own life! Often an ambitious person will never choose to commit suicide, because he will not be willing to let himself leave this world.
world.
Why? Why on earth is this? Uncle Xiang actually chose to give up at the last moment? Is it just because he knew Xu Yun’s life experience?!
But he chose death without saying anything clearly! What is his relationship with Xu Chen? What is his connection with Wan Kuangxiao and the others? All of this made Xu Yun feel very confused, he was like
Trapped deep in an unknown valley, everything around him is something he can't figure out.
Xu Yun wanted to know too many things, but what he got was pitifully little.
What Uncle Xiang said before he died made his brain almost explode. Why did Uncle Xiang know his life experience? Very few people knew about this! Why did he know?!
Looking at Uncle Xiang with blood pouring out of his chest, Xu Yun was silent for a long time. He lowered his head and picked up the pack of cigarettes on the ground, took out one and lit it. He took a strong puff and choked himself until he coughed many times before he stopped.
Come down.
Huh... Xu Yun took a deep breath. If he could have stopped Uncle Xiang in time and prevented him from committing suicide, maybe he would know all the answers he wanted to know now. Since Uncle Xiang knows his life experience and his father, he said
Maybe he knows where the prison is.
These interlocking events made Xu Yun very upset. He really regretted it. Why didn't he think that Uncle Xiang would choose to commit suicide?
The interruption of information made Xu Yun's mood drop to the lowest point. If Uncle Xiang hadn't said so many things, he really wouldn't have felt anything. But it's different now. Now he knows that the dead people know too much.
What he doesn't know is the most unacceptable thing.
Xu Yun smoked the cigarette in his hand fiercely and looked down at Uncle Xiang who had completely left this world. Could it be that he was afraid that he would ask him these questions? What else should a dying person have to fear? No, right?
?
Feeling annoyed and depressed, Xu Yun waved his fist fiercely and hit a big tree hard! Xu Yun's fist marks were clearly left on the tree trunk, and the peeled bark was so dazzling.
Xu Yun leaned heavily on the tree trunk, and his body slowly slid down. Now he really felt that he had no strength at all. Especially his legs, which seemed to be filled with mercury and were so heavy that he could not even lift them.
Woke up.
In the quiet night, a fierce battle started quietly and ended quietly. Everything was so sudden.
This night is destined to be a sleepless night for all mercenary groups in Southeast Asia. Everyone is speculating on what might happen, and everyone is worried about whether they will become cannon fodder today. Death is not terrible, it is terrible
It's the fantasy of death.
Xu Yun took out another cigarette and lit it, letting himself get lost in the smoke. It seemed that this could provide some relief and relaxation to his severe pain in the head. Nicotine can make people fall into confusion, make people's heads become hollow, and make people feel uncomfortable.
My thinking becomes hazy and blurry.
Everything is over, and Xu Yun really should let his tired body get some rest.
In the darkness, the flame on the cigarette end became brighter and flicker with every deep inhale of Xu Yun.