The morning sun rises.

Pale golden light spread across the earth.

The town that had been silent all night seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and suddenly regained its vitality and vitality.

Lines of smoke curled up.

The aroma of various kinds of food filled the whole town.

Residents came out of their homes one after another, squatting on the roadside with their rice bowls in hand, saying hello to each other and their acquaintances, and stuffing things into their mouths.

From then on, a new day of repetitive life begins.

Everyone on the street is walking in a hurry.

Farming in the fields, going to work at the right time, and working hard to make a living for the whole family.

On the dirt road outside the town, a luxuriously decorated carriage parked quietly there.

Under the reflection of the rising sun, the entire carriage was painted a light golden color, making it look even richer and more luxurious, forming an extremely sharp contrast with the gray tones of the town in the distance.

From time to time, a breeze blows, blowing the golden bells on the four corners of the carriage.

It makes a tinkling sound like flowing water from a spring.

From time to time, a woman's moans could be heard coming from the carriage, mixed with the crisp ringtones, and drifted away with the breeze.

On the carriage shaft in front, the driver's wife closed her eyes and meditated, with no expression on her face, as if she had never heard any movement from behind.

A little further away, several Sun family members were riding on horses, chatting quietly together.

No one dared to glance at the carriage.

It seems that there is a place that cannot be seen directly.

Just look at it and something terrible will happen.

Even Miss Sun's brother had to force himself to look away and not let his eyes fall on the carriage carriage.

But he had a proud and conceited expression on his face, listening to the flattery of others, and raised his still somewhat childish face.

Time passed little by little.

Gong Lin sighed softly and slowly sat upright.

He took a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly, looking through the half-open side curtain at the busy scene of the small town in the distance.

"After such a long time, Uncle Meng should be back."

After quickly finishing a cup of tea, he picked up a book and read it carefully.

By the way, he also patted the woman next to him.

Miss Sun snorted, lying down behind Gong Lin, and kept massaging his shoulders with her hands.

It loosens his muscles and bones, activates blood circulation and relaxes his pulse.

Gong Lin let out a breath, leaned back and sat in the warm fragrance of nephrite, squinting his eyes in comfort.

Suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats came from a distance.

"Master, someone is coming." The middle-aged maid suddenly sat upright and glanced back.

Then I saw a man and a horse approaching along the dirt road, facing the rising sun.

After spotting the carriage, the man immediately sped up and was soon approaching.

"Is Uncle Meng back?"

Gong Lin took his eyes away from the book and asked casually.

The middle-aged maid was a little hesitant, but quickly confirmed, "It's not Butler Meng. It seems to be the person the young master met at the inn this morning."

"oh?"

Gong Lin sat up straight with a faint smile on his face.

"Not bad, not bad. Uncle Meng is still as cheerful and straightforward as ever, and he persuaded people to come back so quickly."

Herod!

With a neigh, a horse stopped nearby.

A tall figure got off his horse and walked stiffly towards the carriage.

"stop!"

Gong Lin shouted lowly, with a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes.

The servant woman held the riding crop in one hand and quietly held the copper mace lying across the shaft of the carriage in her other hand.

When the tall figure heard this, he immediately stopped and stood motionless a dozen steps away.

His expression was dull and his eyes were dull, staring at the golden bell that rang from time to time in the corner of the carriage, as if it was some rare treasure.

Gong Lin threw the scroll aside, lifted the side curtain and glanced outside, a thoughtful look flashing across his face.

"Uncle Meng is quite generous. In order to deal with this person, did he use the Tongyou Demonic Sound?"

"I'm afraid I was a good person, but Uncle Meng's torture turned me into a fool who only obeys orders rigidly, but doesn't know how to think for myself."

"What a pity. Compared to now, I still like your original unruly self."

Through the gap in the car curtain, Miss Sun took a careful look and immediately saw the miserable appearance of the man.

While I was a little scared, I also felt a little inexplicable joy in my heart.

"I asked you to be arrogant in front of me, but it's a pity that you met Gong Lang."

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't stop Uncle Meng's three moves and two moves. Now you can only stand here like a dog, waiting for the palace master's call."

With this thought in mind, she couldn't help but move her body forward again, getting closer to her lover.

"You just stand there and don't move. If you take a step forward, I will beat you to death."

Gong Lin moved his body, looked away from the tall figure, and then looked back, wondering, "Why are you alone? Where did Uncle Meng go?"

He didn't respond and just stood there motionless.

Gong Lin's eyes rolled, and he took out a golden bell from the inner wall of the carriage.

Shake it gently and make a ding-dong sound.

Then he asked, "Why is it just you? Where is Uncle Meng? Where has he gone?"

"Elder Jin..."

An indistinct voice sounded, low and hoarse, like talking in sleep.

From a slightly further distance, you couldn't understand what he said at all.

"What did you say?"

Gong Lin frowned even more and opened the side curtain, "You idiot, please speak louder, I can't hear you clearly."

He slowly turned his head and looked at the opened side curtain.

Blood overflowed from time to time between the mouth and nose, making the whole face look like a ghost.

He opened his mouth stiffly and said slowly in a hoarse and vague voice, "Jin, Elder Jin."

"Gold, gold what!?"

Gong Lin stuck his head out and stared coldly into his empty eyes, "I will give you one last chance. If you don't make it clear, you can die."

His blank eyes met Gong Lin's.

The voice became a little clearer, "Elder Jin, Jin Wushang."

Elder Jin...

Jin Wushang!?

Gong Lin was horrified and trembled suddenly.

The golden bell in my hand almost dropped.

Isn’t Elder Jin dead?

This guy is talking about Elder Jin, what does he mean!?

What made Gong Lin feel even more weird was that if it was just what Elder Jin said, it would be nothing.

After all, there are many people named Jin in the world.

There are actually not too few people with the surname Jin who are also elders of a certain gang.

But not many people know the name Jin Wushang.

There are even fewer people named Jin Wushang, who is also an elder.

So, he can accurately say the three words "Jin Wushang" as soon as he opens his mouth, what does it mean!?

"white."
To be continued...