Fang Yunhan took Huang Xuemei and left a branch to look at a piece of land hundreds of meters away
There are more than a dozen people dressed like a fast-catcher, one by one, with steel knives on their waists. It is by no means some ordinary government officials who just fill in the blanks and muddle along.
However, judging from their position and actions, they are all young people with white hair.
At this distance, their conversation can’t escape Fang Yunhan’s ear
At this time, a policeman reported to the young man that "there were more than a dozen people after we searched the cliff and found the residual bodies, but I think it was because after the war, the major sects helped their master to collect the bodies. The real number of casualties in Zefeng was ten times that."
The young man nodded and looked at a new tomb in front of him. The trunk was cut into a tombstone, but the face was white.
"The masters of the Southeast factions covet the monty piano and painstakingly find the ugly spiritual official Huang Dong who has lived in seclusion. After the war, more than 100 people from all factions were killed in vain, and none of them ever got the piano and came back to suffer."
The young man sighed with emotion that the folding fan in his hand stabbed his wrist at the tombstone, and after shaking it for a few times, the word "yellow" appeared in the wood, and how many sawdust fell.
The policeman stopped when he saw that he had carved a word. "Don’t you write the full name?"
The young man slapped the folding fan on his palm and said, "It’s not necessary to set up this grave so far away because I don’t want anyone to disturb the bodies of a couple again. They want to remain anonymous before they die, but they must remain anonymous after they die?"
Fang Yunhan, a branch 100 meters away, changed Huang Xuemei’s posture so that the little girl facing behind him could turn to see the grave and said softly, "Your parents should be buried there."
When he said this sentence, he didn’t hide his meaning or sound it.
In front of the grave, the young man in white suddenly moved his ears and glanced over his brow for a little while, but he didn’t turn to look over there. Instead, he unfolded a folding fan and said to the surrounding captors, "Now that the bodies have been processed, we don’t have to stay here and leave."
As soon as the young people in white walk, they turn around and leave.
Those people who didn’t speed up or wait for Fang Yunhan to reach the grave have been covered by dense trees and vines.
Fang Yunhan put Huang Xuemei in the direction of the young man in white and looked thoughtfully.
He was afraid that the little girl would do something impulsively to dig with his bare hands to confirm the body. After taking a look, he moved his eyes back to Huang Xuemei.
Unexpectedly, this time the little girl seems to have completely accepted the fact, but she is much calmer than before.
She stared at the tombstone with red eyes for a while, then knelt down and put the affairs box in front of her and knocked three heads firmly.
"Dad, mom! Daughter survived and will never forget that day. If you have any knowledge, just watch your daughter grow up … One day I will let you die. "
Huang Xuemei didn’t say anything about revenge, but her determination to take revenge has been revealed from her petite body.
After this passage, I got up again. Although Huang Xuemei’s forehead was stained with mud, his eyes were slightly swollen and red, but he no longer looked fragile.
She turned to Fang Yunhan and knelt down again. Fang Yunhan quickly held her in one hand and said, "What are you doing, little girl?"
Huang Xuemei looked up and looked firm. "Please accept my three worships or notice will be uneasy for the rest of your life."
"I don’t like watching people bow down, especially children like you."
Fang Yunhan slightly loosened his hand and fixed his eyes, but it brought more pressure to the little girl. "If you want to thank me, don’t kneel."
Huang Xuemei hesitated for a moment, took the affairs box with his hands and bowed his head, saying, "This box is our Huang family treasure and the only thing I can take out now, please accept it."
Fang Yunhan’s expression suddenly became strange, as if he saw a plum blossom infiltrating into the blood, and the ink gradually appeared. His eyes stared down and Huang Xuemei looked at the girl’s wet hair and smiled after a while.
Huang Xuemei’s arms trembled slightly after hearing his smile.
Just at this moment, there was a white shadow in the forest, and there was an advice before it landed.
"Little girl, if you want to repay your kindness with this thing, you may have harmed your benefactor instead."
Fang Yunhan turned away, and this time he got a good look at the young man in white.
This person looks handsome, his eyebrows are pretty, he is gorgeous, his cheeks are reddish, although he doesn’t wear makeup, he has some albert nobbs colors.