2111: Chapter 2022 -- good or bad, rest in peace

Chapter 2022 -- good or bad, rest in peace

This faint female voice made Hong Taishan, who seemed to be telling a story, suddenly tremble. He was so frightened that he almost jumped up.1

“F * CK, F * ck! Phew! Enough! Enough! Enough! Enough!”

Hong Taishan quickly opened his mouth, as if if he were to explain a second later, his life would be in danger.

As he was speaking, Hong Taishan suddenly wanted to show off his vast knowledge.

It was also after he had worked in the plastic processing factory that Hong Taishan’s knowledge began to broaden.

After hanging out with his group of brothers for a long time, he had heard a lot about Supercars and international affairs.

He said that this was what a rich man should look like.

Just now, when this group of old women and women asked him a question, Hong Taishan instantly felt the greatness of his vast knowledge. He began to use words that he felt were the most knowledgeable.

He had forgotten about the Yun Jian.

At this moment, he suddenly came back to his senses. Hong Taishan was so frightened that his face turned pale.

When the surrounding old ladies and women heard Hong Taishan’s words, they also gained an understanding of the spy killer rankings.

Combined with Hong Taishan’s words just now, could it be that Yun Jian was on the international spy rankings...

This group of old ladies and women also trembled.

“This car was transferred from my sister Jian to my friend. My friend also transferred it from his friend’s friend. I heard that many people transferred their hands.

“As for the person on the international list of secret agents, maybe. This car is indeed that person’s. After all, this car has been around for years. Since that person is on the international list of secret agents, he shouldn’t have been driving this old car, right?”

After receiving Yun Jian’s glance, Qing Yan explained.

It had to be said that Qing Yan’s fabricated words were true to everyone’s ears.

“I told you, this doesn’t make sense! She’s Yun Gang’s daughter, and she’s also orchid’s proper granddaughter. She grew up in Xinjiang Town. I watched her grow up so clearly, how could it be fake?

“Besides, how can there be such a coincidence in this world! Disperse!”

After the old woman who had a good relationship with Lu Lanhua came out to explain, everyone around dispersed.

After all, everyone present was from the countryside. No one would have thought of a sci-fi blockbuster like the revival of the dead.

And even if they had thought of it, no one would believe it.

Therefore, after hearing the words of the old lady who had a good relationship with Lu Lanhua, everyone dispersed.

Chen Yilan pulled her daughter, Hong Junhua, and did not want to curry favor with Yun Jian. She snorted at Yun Jian and pulled her daughter to sit beside her.

...

Yun Gang was nowhere to be seen throughout the afternoon. He heard that Yun gang had been sitting alone in his room ever since Lu Lanhua was killed by him. He looked at a certain spot in a daze and did not say a word.

Yun Jian saw his uncle, Yun Zheng, and his family.

At that time, his uncle, Yun Zheng, and his daughter, Yun Xiaoya, were wearing mourning clothes. They were wearing white headscarves that were pulled out from mourning cloths. They were also wearing mourning clothes. The mourning clothes at their waists were tied with hemp ropes.

The three of them stood where they were and looked at Lu Lanhua’s memorial tablet. They lit incense sticks in their hands and silently worshipped her.

Especially eldest Uncle Yunzheng. The tears in his eyes kept rolling and rolling down from time to time. He was truly sad.

After all, he was his own mother, the biological mother who had fed him since he was young.

...

In the afternoon, he followed the Taoist priest to perform the ritual. After he finished the process, he sent Lu Lanhua up the mountain and into the ground.

No matter what Lu Lanhua had done before she died, whether it was bad or good, whether it was disgusting or joyful.

Once she was in the Earth, there was nothing left.

There was only a handful of ashes after being cremated, along with an old black and white photo of her when she was alive.

Sealing the grave meant that this person had truly passed away.

In the face of death, a person was still crisp and worthless.

Perhaps after a few years, when the last person who remembered the death had passed away, that person would truly disappear from this world.

It was as if he had never been born.

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