The carriage was rickety and we walked for about an hour and climbed a mountain before arriving at Yizhuang, which is located off the beaten track.

The charity village in Wucheng is under the direct jurisdiction of the government, and there are five people in it. Because now under the control of Han Qinglan, there are very few criminal cases. This charity village is owned by the government. At this moment, the only person in the morgue is the child.

one person.

When Wu Zuo saw Han Qinglan coming, he bowed first and then led others to the child, "Sir, we brought the child's sister over today and saw her for the last time, do you think?!"

"Well, what did she say?!" Han Qinglan asked casually.

"Just ask us to help find a place with a view!" Wu Zuo said in a deep voice. Years of dealing with these things made his face look a bit colder.

Hua Rongruo stretched out her hand to untie the cloth covering her face, but Nazuo immediately persuaded her, "Miss, you'd better stop looking!"

"It doesn't matter!" She said and lifted her hijab. The child in front of her had completely changed his appearance. There was no trace of pale blood, and there were even spots in some places.

Han Qinglan stretched out her hand to cover her head, and Hua Rongruo gently closed her eyes. She was as pitiful a child as her brother!

"Let's go!" Hua Rongruo said calmly with her eyes closed. Seeing that she was fine, Han Qinglan followed her out of the room, and Wu Zuo followed.

When Qingqiao saw someone coming out, she hurriedly greeted her, holding Hua Rongruo and holding on. Han Qinglan stood aside and said softly: "Go and see that woman again?"

Hua Rongruo raised his head and noticed what he was thinking. He looked at him gratefully and nodded.

After walking for about an hour and staying for only half a quarter of an hour, they left, and the carriage headed towards Wucheng again.

The four of them got into their own carriages again.

Hua Rongruo's heart was hit twice, and she seemed much quieter. She leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed her eyes to rest.

And because the car was on a mountain road, the car was much bumpier than on the road. Qingqiao picked up the cushion and planned to let Hua Rongruo lean on her head, "Miss, can you lean on a cushion?!"

Hua Rongruo opened her eyes, nodded, and reached out to take the cushion handed over by Qing Qiao. Suddenly, a whistling sound came from her ears, suddenly waking her up. She held the cushion with one hand and a handful with the other.

Pushing Qingqiao away, he also dodged to one side, and threw the soft pad on his hand in the direction of the sound. With a bang, an arrow shot through the curtain.

The coachman screamed loudly, pulled out a long knife from the shaft on one side of the carriage, and said urgently, "Assassin, there is an assassin! Miss, are you okay?"

Han Qinglan's carriage in front had also stopped. Zilong quickly came to the side of Hua Rongruo's carriage. Han Qinglan also came to Hua Rongruo's carriage under the escort of his own coachman.

Hua Rongruo pulled the shocked Qingqiao and staggered her out of the carriage.

By this time they had reached the top of the mountain, with dense woods on one side and steep hillsides on the other.

Seeing that Hua Rongruo was well, Han Qinglan's frown relaxed a little.

But soon, the danger made them dare not relax any more. When they saw that there was nothing around them just now, a dozen men in black suddenly jumped out.

The killers held long swords in their hands and were all masked. They rushed up without saying a word. The coachman and Zilong surrounded the three of them, blocking the attack of the man in black. The sound of swords and guns clashing continuously sounded on the mountain road.
Chapter completed!