Duanmulin ran towards the outside of the wall with his gun in hand.

There was a hole in the snow that had just melted.

You can vaguely see something underneath the hole.

Dongzi took a big broom from the yard and swept it a few times.

After seeing several corpses, Dongzi was so frightened that he almost threw the broom away.

Duanmulin was also frightened.

After calming down, he walked forward to observe.

He pulled out a corpse with his feet and found that it turned out to be the thief-minded Big Yellow Tooth.

I was shocked and quickly pulled out several other corpses.

I found out that they were all members of the Chai family.

The bodies were frozen and distorted.

The old man's body in the middle looked familiar to Duanmulin, so he looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Is this the old bastard from the Chai family?"

Dongzi also took a closer look and said, "Damn it! It's true! Isn't this old bastard a master of transformation? This! This! How did he die?"

The two people looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, their eyes filled with countless fears.

The corpse seemed to have been twisted out of shape by an external force.

Uncle Lame came out and squatted down to observe carefully.

His face was calm and calm.

But a storm had already arisen in my heart.

The corner of his eye glanced at Wang Han.

He still remembered what Wang Han said last night that someone didn't want him to sleep!

Several people died outside the yard this morning.

This is definitely no coincidence!

Duan Muying was relatively calm compared to the two women. After walking out and taking a closer look, he glanced at Wang Han from the corner of his eyes.

Wang Han yawned, lit a cigarette, and leaned against the door lazily looking at the corpses outside the wall, looking indifferent.

"Uncle Lame, how do you fix this?"

Duanmulin suppressed the fear in his heart and asked.

After thinking for a moment, Uncle Lame said, "Call the Chai family! Ask them to come and collect the body!"

More than half an hour later.

The Chai family is here.

When the leader, a strong man with rosacea, saw the corpse, he immediately became furious and said, "How come we from the Chai family, who are so good, died here? Don't you, the Duanmu family, give you an explanation?"

Uncle Lame looked at the man coldly, "Which one of us here do you think can kill several of them in one go?"

"Then I have nothing to do with it. Our Chai family members are dead anyway! Your Duanmu family has to give us an explanation! Otherwise we will not be finished!"

The lame uncle sneered, "Then let's talk about it. What do you guys from the Chai family want to do when you stay up late at night and come to our place?"

Rosacea dodged his eyes with a guilty look and snorted coldly, "Anyway, this matter has nothing to do with you! Let's go!"

The lame uncle glanced at Wang Han again from the corner of his eye.

"Let's go back too! It's not safe here!"

On the way back, Duanmulin guessed, "Uncle Lame, could he be the one who came to assassinate my cousin?"

The lame uncle didn't say anything, he was just moving forward.

Duanmulin held the shotgun in his arms and looked back at Wang Han, "Cousin, don't worry, I will protect you."

"Who is protecting the other at this critical moment between you two?" Duan Muying slapped Duan Mulin.

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "Isn't this just to build up courage? Let's go faster! This person is in the dark, and we are in the open. It's easy to dodge open guns and hidden arrows! He can kill the old bastard from the Chai family silently."

Yes, he must be a master!"

Dongzi also held the gun and asked doubtfully, "Why are those people from the Chai family going to the cabin in such good condition?"

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "Why do you come up with so much nonsense? Just run away and it's over! No matter what they are doing there!"

More than half an hour later, several people came out of the hunting ground and drove towards Duanmu's house.

.....

Duanmu Akihito holds the brush in his hand, holding it on his sleeve with one hand, and grinding it leisurely with the other hand.

The tape player was playing excerpts from the Peking Opera "Borrowing the East Wind".

Duanmu Akihito shook his sleeves and took out a brush from the pen holder.

Dip the brush into the inkstone, raise your wrist and apply a light ink on the edge of the inkstone.

Put pen to paper.

There is a green character written on the left side of the rice paper.

He took a satisfied look.

Ink again.

After lightening the ink.

I started by writing the prefix "dao" on the upper right side of the character "green".

When it’s time to continue writing.

The door to the study room was pushed open hastily.

"uncle!"

Duanmu Akihito shook his hand.

He frowned and raised his head.

"What are you doing in such a hurry? Can't you see me writing?"

The person turned around, closed the door, and walked over with his head lowered.

Standing in front of the desk without saying a word.

On the right side of the word Qing is slowly written the word Zheng.

quiet.

Duanmu Akihito admired his masterpiece.

"When this person reaches a certain age, his state of mind will change a lot. After thousands of sails, landslides and earth shattering, he can still keep his expression unchanged. There is a word for "quiet" in the word "quiet". Only after endless disputes can you understand it.

What is tranquility?"

The visitor forced out a dry smile.

"That's what the uncle said."

Duanmu Akihito shook his sleeves, dipped in ink again and wrote on the side.

"Has that old bastard from the Chai family gone?"

"Go!"

"Is he dead?"

"Dead."

The tip of Duanmu Akihito's pen stopped for a moment, then he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The sound of drama came from the tape recorder.

Duanmu Akihito sang along.

"Pang Shiyuan has prepared a series of plans to attack Shao Dongfeng with fire to make Zhou Lang anxious. I predict that the east wind will fall on the Jiuzhi day. An altar will be set up in Nanping Mountain with the foot of Kuigang. Here I hold a magic sword and place it on the seven-star altar. Look at it.

Jiang was chained to the warships and lined up in a row. I sighed that the east wind had set fire to the warships, and Cao Ying's soldiers had nowhere to hide!"

The subordinates at the table looked at Duanmu Akihito's fighting state with a gloomy expression on his face.

Finally he spoke.

"Uncle! That old bastard from the Chai family is dead!"

Duanmu Akihito shook his head, holding the pen and continued singing selflessly, "This is also the time to escape and be arrested. I, Zhuge, pretend to wish me... What did you say?"

The subordinate lowered his head, "That Wang Han is not dead, it's that old bastard from the Chai family who is dead!"
To be continued...