Chapter 3242 Always pay back

Chapter 3242 Always pay back

If you come out and get along, you always have to pay it back!

This sentence in the Infernal Affairs is a famous saying, revealing that everything is fate and fixed. In the Nanshi Garden, Nan chanting Buddha faced a corpse that had been burned beyond recognition, and his whole body was trembling violently. In just one month, two brothers were gone. This is the sad thing in the world.

This young man from the capital who had been smiling for more than ten years was tired at this time, as if he had grown ten years old overnight. The Bodhisattva who was brought back from the hospital morgue not only had four bullet holes on his back, but his body was also burned by the fire. If it weren't for the gene report in his hand, it would be difficult to believe that he was a Bodhisattva.

The servants and nanny in the garden were driven to the back garden to take care of Gong Yue and Nan Jinglei. There were not many members of the Southern Division who stayed in the front hall of the villa. In addition to many people stayed in the Ministry of Internal Affairs for questioning, Nan chanted Buddha's name and did not want irrelevant people to see the miserable appearance of the Bodhisattva. Therefore, there were only more than a dozen Southern Division backbones in the large front hall.

Everyone looked at the corpse in front of him silently, and his eyes were filled with deep sadness.

"Mr. Nan, Bodhisattva took us to find An Xiaotian that night, and the last person ran away!"

When Nan Chanting Buddha knelt on one knee on the ground to cover the Bodhisattva with white cloth, a member of the Southern Division felt deep guilt flowing in his eyes: "He seemed to remember something, and he grabbed a car and ran out. When we got into the car and wanted to follow him, he was gone and he didn't answer the phone call!"

His body also knelt down straight: "We were worried that he would have an accident, so we dispersed our hands and found him all night, but we never got any news from him., Nan Shao, it was our fault. It was because we did not react quickly and understood enough that the Bodhisattva encountered an accident. Please punish us!"

"I don't complain if I kill us!"

Seven or eight people then knelt in front of the Bodhisattva, with indescribable guilt in their eyes. No one expected that the Bodhisattva of a great general in the Southern Division would be killed by others, or be shot in the back, and died in a very unhappy way. If everything could be replaced, they would be willing to make up for it themselves.

The other people also had a trace of sadness on their faces. The Southern Sect has been a real trouble in the past two years. Nan Changshou and Shadow Sword died one by one, which greatly reduced the influence of the older generation of the Southern Sect. However, before they could win a richer world, Jialan and Bodhisattva had another accident, and even handed over the position of the police minister.

This time the difficulty is probably difficult!

"An Xiaotian!"

Nan Chanting Buddha's hand, holding the white cloth, trembled slightly, and his eyes were flashing with deep killing emotions. The culprit of all this was without thinking about who it was. Apart from his former good brother An Xiaotian, Nan Chanting Buddha really couldn't find a few people who could kill the Bodhisattva behind his back, let alone the Bodhisattva went to the mountain temple that night to search for An Xiaotian!

The mountain temple, a ghost place with few people, must have thought of An Xiaotian hiding there, and then killed him alone to ask. Unfortunately, he was still talking about brotherhood, but he never thought that An Xiaotian would take action behind his back. Nan Chanting Buddha was speculating on the incident that night while revealing an unspeakable pain!

He still can't figure out how An Xiaotian became like this, framed the Southern Sect and killed his brothers. The good brothers and subordinates of the past were completely gone. Nan chanting Buddha's name was a bit difficult to withstand An Xiaotian's transformation. After all, An Xiaotian was a brother who could block his sword for him, and could kill Zhao Heng's brother the only brother in the Southern Sect, and was loyal!

But no matter how hard Nan chanted the Buddha's name, whether An Xiaotian was loyal, the Bodhisattva's death was cruel to impact his thoughts. At this time, a backbone of the Southern clan suddenly stood up and shouted indignation: "Young Master Nan, Bodhisattva is probably killed by An Xiaotian, otherwise no one could stab him in the back and let me kill him!"

"Yes, kill An Xiaotian and avenge the Bodhisattva and the Southern Clan!"

The backbone of the Southern Division in the entire hall was straightened and showed fierce murderous intent. Although the Southern Division is now in the limelight and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who have had festivals, wants to nail them to death at any time, they are still not afraid to seek justice for the Bodhisattva. Those who kill my brothers will kill this. This is their vow.

Nan Nianbu slowly raised his head, looked at the people present coldly, and his voice came out in a low voice: "I asked someone to kill him? How many people do you plan to call? Is one hundred people enough? Do you all rushed forward with guns and silence them? Do you know where he is now? You don't even have whereabouts, and you still want to kill him?"

Everyone was silent. Yes, there was no whereabouts. Killing people was just a joke. Moreover, after An Xiaotian killed the Bodhisattva, he escaped from the capital in almost every ten places. He could not stay in the capital and wait for death. With An Xiaotian's mind and intelligence, once he left the capital, it would be difficult for the members of the Southern Division to lock in his traces!

"Mr. Nan, can we just let it go?"

At this moment, a voice came from the side corridor. Gong Yue, who was weak and tightly wrapped, was sitting in a wheelchair. Although her tone was full of coldness, she still had to be much calmer than the backbone of the Southern System. Women, once they held a grudge, most of them would not grit their teeth, but buried them deeply in their hearts and wait for opportunities.

The craziest creature is not a beast that loses its mind, but a woman full of hatred mentality. Just like Gong Yue, the death of the Bodhisattva not only dilutes the surprise of Nan Jinglei's birth, but also covers the Nanshi Garden with an indelible black cloud. An Xiaotian is not dead, but is afraid that the entire Nanshi Garden will find it difficult to sleep peacefully.

When Nan Chanting Buddha saw Gong Yue approaching, he got up to greet him. After taking the wheelchair from the servant, he spoke lightly: "You have just given birth to a baby, and your wounds and body have not recovered. These days, it has been windy and rainy again. It is easy to get sick when you come out. And I don't want you to intervene in the death of the Bodhisattva, I just hope you can recuperate well!"

"You are my last spiritual sustenance!"

Gong Yue nodded to the backbone of the Southern Clan, and then calmly greeted her husband's gaze: "Jia Lan is dead, Bodhisattva is dead, An Xiaotian is rebelling, the entire Southern Clan is at the forefront of the storm, how can you calm down and recuperate?" She slightly held the palm of Nan's Buddhist chanting: "We have said that we will share the burden together!"

Nan Chanting Buddha sighed and said, "Okay, share the burden together, but don't force yourself to support yourself. When you can't stand it, just say it out. Nan Jinglei is still waiting for you to feed and grow up. I don't want any accidents for you!" Then, he changed his tone: "Of course, the blood account of the Bodhisattva will not just forget it!"

"I also know where An Xiaotian is!"

Nan Chanting Buddha looked around the surprised people: "He is in Zhao Heng's hands, but the latter has handed him over to me. He has not killed him directly now because he is having a fever. It is not that he is pitying him for the fever and can't bear to take action, but that he wants him to wake up and ask all the details clearly and then let him pay the Bodhisattva's life!"

He always wanted to ask An Xiaotian why! When the backbone of the Southern Division heard An Xiaotian feel a little happy when he heard that An Xiaotian was locked, Gong Yue grabbed Nan's hand and said softly: "When people are awake, they often don't tell the truth, but their words when they are unconscious are highly likely to be credible!"

She took out a bottle with a finger-sized tip: "This is a puffering agent!"

Nan Chanting Buddha's body couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at Gong Yue in surprise and wanted to say something. Gong Yue bit his lip and shook his head, and added softly: "It can stimulate the nerves and express the voice of the heart, which is similar to drinking and vomiting truth, but I don't know if it has any effect, but you can try it with benefits or harm!"

Nan chanted the Buddha's name and held the woman's palm: "Thank you!"

As night fell, the capital was still raining. When An Xiaotian woke up in a daze, he saw the clock rotating on the wall at a glance. At 7 o'clock in the evening! He turned his head with a split headache and found Yan Xiaomei sitting next to him. The expression on his face was very strange, with hope, forced, afraid, self-pity, etc.

The complexity of its content is by no means described in words.

Seeing An Xiaotian wake up with a muffled groan, Yan Xiaomei's body trembled slightly. The complex expressions on her face just now were wiped out, and she returned to the smile and tenderness that An Xiaotian remembered. She hurriedly helped An Xiaotian sit up on the bed: "Are you awake? You have been in a coma for two days, are seriously injured and have a high fever!"

Yan Xiaomei told An Xiaotian what happened before: "But I have already seen you with a doctor, bandaged the wound and given a fever-reducing injection. I have also fed you a lot of medicine in the past two days. As long as you finish this bottle of drip, you will get better. You are out of danger, and I have survived it!"

An Xiaotian subconsciously spoke: "Thank you!"

He shook his dizzy head and tried his best to make himself clear. He remembered the pain of the night when he killed the Bodhisattva, and also the betrayal of Yan Xiaomei to him. But looking at the familiar luxurious apartment and the caring Yan Xiaomei, he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or a fact that night, and his thinking became dull.

Yan Xiaomei poured him a glass of water: "What's wrong with you?" She sat back on the sofa with a long suit and trousers, looking virtuous and kind: "I suddenly broke into the apartment that night, not only beat me up, but also shouted for betrayal. I pulled you twice but was slapped twice!"

"If I hadn't known you, I would have thought you were crazy!"

An Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly and tried to recall the scene that night. Looking at Yan Xiaomei's innocent look, An Xiaotian became suspicious of the incident for the first time. However, although he refused to believe it, he still had a certain grudge against Yan Xiaomei's existence in his heart. After all, the teasing of the two echoed in his ears.

This made him not know how to explain to Yan Xiaomei. Seeing An Xiaotian silently and not responding, Yan Xiaomei looked at him with anger on his face and said with a resentment: "If you don't say it, I know what's going on! I asked you, just want to see you and tell me the truth!"

"Bang!"

Yan Xiaomei kicked the trash can next to her: "Isn't it just the Nanshi regard you as a traitor and chase you everywhere? Are you injured in the run-in fight? Do you know that they have found this place twice and threatened me not to hide you. The last time they even said that you killed some Bodhisattva,"

"They warn me with red eyes!"

Yan Xiaomei looked lingeringly scared: "If I take you in, I will take me out of my mind. I risked my life to take you in! I also asked a doctor to save your life! Are you still lying to me now? Are you still unwilling to tell me the truth? Okay, if you don't trust me, it doesn't make sense for me to keep it!"

Yan Xiaomei was talking and was about to cry, very aggrieved, and she seemed to be leaving. Seeing Yan Xiaomei crying, An Xiaotian suddenly panicked. The caution and suspicion just now were all thrown away. Yes, Yan Xiaomei is not only her own woman, but also her life-saving benefactor!

What happened that night might be just a misunderstanding, but more likely it was an illusion, right, an illusion! It must be an illusion! An Xiaotian kept comforting himself, which was also the answer he called in his heart. After all, no man liked to cuckold himself. The most important thing is that he now needs someone who can trust to take care of him.

"I won't tell you, that's because I don't want to worry you!"

An Xiaotian coughed gently, and his head hurt so much that his body was not only weak, but his heart became softer. Looking at the woman who took in him and saved him, he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you already know so much, okay, then ask, as long as I know, I will tell you!"

"But you have to promise me, keep it confidential!"

In order to show his absolute trust in Yan Xiaomei, when Yan Xiaomei brought him a bowl of white porridge, An Xiaotian's thinking was completely out of control, and it was no different from the young man who was blinded by love. He almost answered the questions raised by Yan Xiaomei and said everything he said.

Not only did he tell the story of the night he was injured, but he even told Ya Wusi's name, nickname, and his deeds. He was like a long-suppressed bitter man, treating Yan Xiaomei as the listener who poured bitter water into it. Even the secretive Zhou family, An Xiaotian, also said a lot.

Of course, he did not reveal his plan to change the sky.

During this period, he shed tears and felt deeply guilty about the death of the Bodhisattva. Yan Xiaomei accompanied him to shed tears and gently comforted An Xiaotian: "It's not your fault, it's all for the damn Ya Wusi. What kind of anti-China alliance is there? The Bodhisattva was killed by them, you are his good brother, and you can't bear to kill him!"

She gradually eased An Xiaotian's emotions, and also made the latter find a hint of gratitude for recognition. Then she heard Yan Xiaomei add softly: "By the way, where is Ya Wusi? I'll ask him for some money so that I can treat you and recuperate! Your situation is so difficult, there must be an emergency contact plan?"

An Xiaotian was instantly creepy, and a cold feeling extended from his celestial cover to the soles of his feet. He looked at Yan Xiaomei with an innocent face and felt that his delicate and sweet facial features and graceful body were deformed, becoming so strange, so hideous and terrifying.

He couldn't help but yell: "Shut up! You~~You~~"

If a woman has enough money, why do she need to ask for money when she finds a woman?

Yan Xiaomei, who was polite and tempted, was startled by An Xiaotian's sudden roar. She opened her mouth slightly and looked at An Xiaotian in confusion. Then, she reacted. Her face turned pale. When An Xiaotian struggled to stand up, she threw away the porcelain bowl in her hand and ran away.

Seeing that Yan Xiaomei had not even explained, she turned around and ran away. An Xiaotian, who was already holding a hint of luck, immediately realized that he had guessed correctly that this woman was messing with his words. He was deceived for the second time and burst into great anger, which made him want to jump out of the bed and chase after Yan Xiaomei to death.

But the actual situation is that An Xiaotian's body was only half upright on the hospital bed, and then he lay back heavily. He gasped, his face was full of blood, and he felt that he was about to explode. He had no strength in his body. At this moment, he saw the door open and a familiar face reflected:

Recite the Buddha's name in the south!
Chapter completed!