Duanmulin ran out of the wall with a gun.

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

You can vaguely see something under the hole.

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

When he saw several corpses, Dongzi was so shocked that he almost threw away the big broom.

Duanmulin was also shocked.

After calming down, I walked up to observe.

I pulled a corpse with my feet and found that it was the thief-headed, big yellow teeth.

He was shocked and hurriedly pulled out several other corpses.

I found that they were all from the Chai family.

The bodies were all distorted by the cold.

Duanmulin looked familiar with the old man's body in the middle and looked carefully for a long time.

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

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

The two of them stared at each other with endless fear.

The corpse was deformed as if it was twisted by an external force.

Uncle Lu walked out of it and squatted down to observe carefully.

The face was calm.

But there were already storm in my heart.

Yu Guang swept towards 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 not a coincidence!

Duanmuying was quite calm compared to the two women. After walking out and taking a closer look, she glanced at Wang Han.

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

"Uncle Lao, what's wrong with this?"

Duanmulin asked with a suppressed horror in his heart.

Uncle Crazy thought for a moment, "Call the Chai family! Let them come and get the body!"

More than half an hour later.

The people from the Chai family are here.

After seeing the body, a strong man with rosacea was furious, "How come our Chai family members die here? Can't you give me an explanation?"

Uncle Lao looked at the man coldly, "Who do you think we can kill several of them in one go?"

"Then I don't care. Anyway, the people from our Chai family are dead! Your Duanmu family must give us an explanation! Otherwise we will never end!"

Uncle Crazy sneered, "Then let's get along. What do you guys from the Chai family want to do when you don't sleep late at night?"

Rosacea's guilty eyes dodged and snorted coldly, "Anyway, this matter is unrelated to you! Let's go!"

Uncle Crazy Yu Guang glanced at Wang Han again.

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

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

Uncle Lu didn't say anything, he was walking forward.

Duanmulin turned around with a hunting rifle in his arms and looked at Wang Han, "Cousin, don't worry, I will protect you."

"Who protects you two at critical moments!" Duanmu Ying slapped Duanmulin in the face.

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "I'm not trying to make up my courage, go quickly! This person is in the dark, we are in the bright, it is easy to avoid hidden arrows on the open guns and can't defend against them! If you can kill the old bastard of the Chai family silently, you must be a master!"

Dongzi also held the gun and said in confusion, "What are the people from the Chai family doing in the cabin?"

Duanmulin shrank his neck, "Where did you get so much nonsense? Just run away! What do they do when they go there!"

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

.....

Duanmu Mingren holds a brush with one hand on the cuffs and grinding them leisurely with the other hand.

The excerpts of Peking Opera "Borrowing the East Wind" are played in the tape drive.

Shaking his cuffs, Duanmu Akihito took a brush from the pen holder.

The brush is immersed in the inkstone, and the wrist is raised to lighten the ink on the edge of the inkstone.

Put the writing.

A word green is written on the left side of the rice paper.

I took a look with satisfaction.

Dip ink again.

After the ink is lightened.

I started writing a head of the word "子" on the upper right side of the word "歐".

When you need to continue writing.

The door of the study was pushed open in a hurry.

"uncle!"

Duanmu Mingren shook his hand.

Frown and raised his head.

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

The visitor turned around and closed the door and walked over with his head down.

Standing at the desk without saying a word.

A word of strife is slowly written on the right side of the word "Qing".

quiet.

Duanmu Akihito admires his masterpiece.

"When this person reaches a certain age, his mood will change greatly. After thousands of sails, he can still keep his face in front of him. There is a word of contention in the word "quiet". Only after endless disputes can he experience what quietness is!"

The person who came squeezed out a dry laugh.

“What the uncle said.”

Duanmu Akiri shook his cuffs, dipped ink again and wrote inscriptions on the side.

"Have you gone to the old bastard from the Chai family?"

"Go!"

"Is he dead?"

"Dead."

Duanmu Mingren stopped the tip of his pen, then he looked up at the sky and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The sound of drama came from the recorder.

Duanmu Mingren sang along with him.

"There has been a series of plans for Pang Shiyuan to be extinguished. He used fire to attack Shao Dongfeng to make Zhou Lang anxious. I expected that the east wind would fall on the Jiazi day. Nanping Mountain set up an altar to step on Kuigang. I hold a magic sword here to hold the seven-star altar. Wangjiang was locked in a series of warships. I sighed that the east wind caught fire and burned the warships. The soldiers in Cao's camp had nowhere to hide!"

The subordinate at the table looked at Duanmu Akiri's beating and his face was gloomy and clear.

Finally, he spoke.

"Uncle! It's the old bastard from the Chai family who died!"

Duanmu Mingren shook his head and kept singing, "This is also the time to escape and arrest me. I, Zhuge, pretended to give me a wish...What did you say?"

The subordinate lowered his head, "That Wang Han is not dead, it is the old bastard from the Chai family!"

"Wang Han is not dead? The old bastard of the Chai family is dead? Are you talking to me?"

"Uncle, this is a photo of the corpse!"

The subordinate handed over the phone.
To be continued...