The smile on the young man's face in white also faded, and he said rather seriously.
The skinny old man took a puff of cigarette and asked.
"It's useless to talk nonsense. What if Tang Jie just faked his death and hid there to perform a secret mission? What if these geniuses came out?"
"No, no, no, this is impossible."
The young man in white said with a smile.
"Our investigation clearly revealed that Tang Jie was out on a mission when she encountered Fang Fan's parents being chased by the Yellow Turban Army.
After recognizing Fang Fan's parents, Tang Jie came to rescue them, but died at the hands of the Yellow Turban Army.
That day, Fang Fan was furious and directly led his army to attack the Yellow Turban Army and killed the Yellow Turban Saint. It was at that station that Fang Fan began to establish a great reputation.
At that time, this incident was a big deal, and the remaining Yellow Turban army was destroyed. Later, after returning to Ning'an, Fang Fan and his parents held a large funeral.
Ning'an was still a village at that time, and almost all the villagers saw Tang Jie's body with their own eyes. The clothes were stained red by a pool of blood, and there were wounds all over the body. The fatal one was a penetrating wound to the chest.
At that time, Tang Jie had no breath of life and his body was cold. Do you understand what I mean?
After Tang Jie was buried lavishly, Li Yang, who had a close relationship with her, often visited her grave to express condolences.
Every once in a while, Fang Fan and his parents would sit in front of Tang Jie's grave and clear the weeds.
Even now, Tang Jie's tomb is still preserved, without any damage, without any weeds, and has not been bulldozed by development.
So I can be sure that Tang Jie must have died and not faked his death to escape.
What you said is completely untrue. Even if the body is fake, the attitude of Li Yang and Fang Fan's parents cannot be faked.
Maybe you said that Li Yang didn't know all this and Fang Fan hid it from him. What about Fang Fan's parents?
Fang Fan's parents were saved by Tang Jie, and they have gone through everything.
If it is fake, maybe it will be a show at first, but will it happen again later?
No, it's impossible, so Tang Jie must have died trying to save them."
The thin old man took a sip of water pipe, and after a long time he recovered from the story and spoke out.
"Where's the evidence?"
"Liu Qian was a villager in Ning'an at that time and one of the oldest people in Ning'an.
These things may be secrets to you, but to him they are things that happened and were witnessed."
The oldest person is like this?
The skinny old man glanced at the arrogant young man Liu Qian, with a trace of disdain and contempt flashing in his eyes.
Liu Qian seemed to feel the gaze of the thin old man, and couldn't help clenching his fists. His lowered eyes slowly filled with anger, jealousy and ferociousness.
It's all Fang Fan's fault, it's all Fang Fan's partiality, otherwise how could I be like this?
Other veteran Fang Fan just gave resources, tasks, and opportunities, but what about me?
There is nothing, why!
Fang Fan, you are blind, I will make you pay the price!
I'm going to show you that I'm much better than the people you promoted, and I'm going to destroy everything for you!
The young man in white also glanced at Liu Qian, with a trace of contempt and disdain flashing deep in his eyes, but it was well hidden. On the surface, he still looked like the gentle and jade-like Mr. Bai.
However, the skinny old man still shook his head and objected after hearing this.
"No, this is not enough. This can convince me, but it cannot convince Yuan Shu.
No, no, even Yuan Shu's accountant couldn't convince him. He wouldn't take us to see Yuan Shu because he couldn't tell the truth from the lie.
If it turns out to be false, he can't bear Yuan Shu's punishment."
"But what if it's true? In order to avoid it, he will definitely go back and report it."
Another voice beside him said. The thin old man glanced at him and looked at the young man in white.
"Do you think so too? If so, then report me.
I handed over all information, channels, and property, and confessed to Fang Fan.
I think he won’t kill me given my age.”
"Then you lose everything."
The person who just spoke said unconvinced.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the skinny old man's mouth.
"What if he is merciful and leaves a little bit behind? At worst, he will start from scratch again, and he will definitely not die anyway.
But you may not."
The young man in white smiled and persuaded.
"Don't worry, old man. What you said makes sense. Once we can't tell the truth from the false, even if the news is reported to us, we won't have any value and we won't get anything.
Because it’s nothing more than a rumor.”
"Then do you have evidence?"
The young man in white smiled slightly and said softly.
"I have."
"What evidence."
"It is inconvenient to reveal this. As long as the old gentleman knows that I have evidence that can convince Yuan Shu, it is enough."
There was a warm anger on the skinny old man's face.
"You are entertaining the old man. Who knows whether what you say is true or false? When the time comes, you just pat your butt and walk away, and the old man's channel will be destroyed by you."
"Old sir, don't worry about this. Let's go together. When the time comes, I will naturally let you go. You will definitely take us to meet people when the time comes."
Although the young man in white had a smile on his face, he was very determined and did not waver at all.
The thin old man looked at him for a few seconds, and finally sighed and took a long puff of saliva.
"Forget it, I got on this pirate ship of yours, when will I leave?"
"The matter is urgent. We will leave as soon as the city gate opens tomorrow morning."
"Okay, I'll collect a few carts of goods tomorrow, and when we get to the city gate, you can take the initiative to join us."
"Then don't worry about it, old man. Let's go back and prepare first."
The young man in white smiled, opened the door and left, leading the four people away and disappearing from sight soon after.
The skinny old man took a long puff of water pipe, walked to the door and waved the water pipe at the guard next to him.
The guard left and returned shortly after.
"Old man, three bright ones and five dark ones."
A sneer appeared at the corner of the skinny old man's mouth.
"This Mr. Bai has a good trick."
"Old man, should we..."
The guard next to him with a scar on his face showed a ruthless look on his face and waved the knife in his hand.
There was some thought flashing in the skinny old man's eyes, but he finally shook his head.
"Forget it, this is also an opportunity for us, we have now reached a bottleneck.
Maybe we can take this opportunity to hook up with Yuan Shu and escape from Ning'an.
Although Ning'an is good, there are bottlenecks and suspicions after all. Otherwise, these few hairless people can threaten me?
His mother wasn't even born when I came out to make a living."
The thin old man sneered and then waved his hand.
"Okay, you go down, prepare yourself well this time, bring a few more good hands, and don't capsize the boat in the gutter."
"clear."
Scarface left, leaving only the thin old man in the room.
He smashed his mouth, took a deep breath of water pipe, and then took out a formation disk to activate it.
A water film appeared and enveloped the house. At this moment, the house was isolated. The spiritual consciousness from outside could not touch the inside, and the light and sound inside were also restrained.
After being completely shielded, the thin old man put away his hookah with a serious face, and then opened a hidden compartment on the floor.
Underneath the secret compartment was a large basement. The thin old man walked down with a serious face, and then closed the secret compartment.
In the basement, the thin old man activated the formation covering the basement to more completely isolate the basement from the outside world.
In the center of the basement, there is an altar with a diameter of about 1 meter, made of dragon blood stone, which is a specialty of Ning'an.
Soon after, a rhythmic voice came to mind in the basement.
