Before the thoughts in my mind could stop, the sad voice of the old man driving the car could be heard from behind, saying sadly: "Madam, please get in the car!"
When Li Yunji heard this, her heart suddenly stopped, and she hurriedly turned back, only to find that the old man driving the carriage had already carried the body of her husband Nangong Shuangjie and was walking towards the carriage.
When she saw her husband's body, Li Yunji couldn't help but feel sad, and tears flowed out again urgently and uncontrollably, like big jade beads with broken strings.
When Nangong Haotian saw his mother in tears, instead of crying, he clenched his fists so hard that the joints turned white from the force of the clenching. His face was filled with a murderous aura that could not be overcome. He gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice, "Mother, you
Don’t be sad, one day Haotian will catch the person who masterminded my father’s murder alive, and let you chop him into pieces with one knife.”
The beautiful middle-aged woman Li Yunji looked at Nangong Haotian's expression, and her face changed. This was the first time she saw such a fierce and resentful look and an overwhelming evil aura on her son's handsome face.
Li Yunji hurriedly collected herself, then hurriedly raised her sleeves, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, suppressed the boundless grief in her heart, smiled slightly, and then urged: "It's getting late, let's leave quickly, otherwise today
I'm afraid I won't be able to get to your uncle's house later, so we'd better wait for these things."
That smile was a deep bitter smile.
After the words fell, he and Nangong Haotian hurriedly walked towards the carriage.
When I walked to the car, I found that the old driver had already put Nangong Shuangjie's body into the car.
Nangong Haotian was about to get into the car when he suddenly found the empty scabbard that his father, Nangong Shuangjie, had placed in the carriage. His eyes lit up and he couldn't help but blurt out urgently: "Mom, this is dad's dragon-scale anti-arm knife."
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Nangong Haotian's voice immediately reminded the middle-aged beautiful woman Li Yunji and the old man driving the carriage.
The three of them hurriedly turned their eyes and took a closer look. Suddenly, they discovered that the chest of a masked corpse a few meters away was stably inserted into the chest of the dragon-scale anti-arm knife that Nangong Shuangjie threw with all his strength before he died.
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When Li Yunji saw the masked corpse, her heart suddenly moved. She immediately walked over, bent down, reached out and pulled off the black hood of the masked corpse.
The beautiful middle-aged woman Li Yunji took off the black scarf and took a closer look. She was shocked because the masked corpse was actually a bald monk, and a vicious monk with a ring scar on his bald head.
Because the monk had thick eyebrows and bell-like eyes, a tiger's head and a swallow's forehead, and his appearance was very ferocious and frightening, Xu Fu, the old driver, was involuntarily shocked and said anxiously: "Madam, this ferocious bald monk seems to be the flower monk from the Lotus Festival Temple!"
Li Yunji said "Oh", her eyebrows furrowed slightly, but she didn't say much.
Nangong Haotian asked angrily in confusion: "Xu Fu, what is a flower monk?"
Li Yunji felt that her son was still young and a teenager, so he shouldn't talk about dirty things about monks harboring women in Buddhist temples, so she said in a deep voice: "Don't ask about things that children shouldn't know."
By the time Li Yunji, mother and son, and Lao Xu Fu carried the body of Nangong's master Zhang Wushi onto the carriage, it was already sunset, and it was almost evening.
As soon as Nangong Haotian got in the car, he felt tired. He tried hard to open his eyelids. After struggling several times, he failed. He could only say to his mother Li Yunji beside him: "Mom, I'm tired. Let's go to bed first."
Later, remember to call me when you get there!" After saying that, Li Yunji fell asleep without even hearing what she said.
When the beautiful woman saw Nangong Haotian fell to the ground and fell asleep, she immediately shook her head and said: "This child must be exhausted, so he fell on the ground to sleep. Really, he is not afraid of catching cold!"
After saying that, he untied the baggage, took out a red shirt and covered Nangong Haotian's body. Looking at the sleeping Nangong Haotian, the beautiful woman Li Yunji's eyes flashed with a look of doting.