Chapter 98 Funeral
Chapter 98 Funeral
Lan Shiwen's smile was clear and pure. He spoke softly but his pronunciation was very clear, as if he was speaking to someone on purpose.
As expected, as soon as he finished speaking, a long sigh came from outside the door:
"Why bother? Lan Shiwen, I just want to take back what originally belonged to us...My whole family was slaughtered, even the cleaners were killed, and only a few orphans survived. Isn't that enough to appease your anger? Haven't you killed enough?"
"Not enough." Lan Shiwen said with a smile: "I want to wipe out your entire family, exterminate your race, and cut off your descendants. Do you know what extinction means? As long as there is one person in your family breathing, the massacre will not end. Who do you think you are? Do you think you deserve to breathe?"
"Listen, you dog from aristocratic family. Don't let me get out alive, okay? Because once I get out, your wife, children, friends, accomplices...everyone related to you will die, without a single one left."
"I will kill all of you, no matter your sickly sister, your pregnant wife, or the child in your wife's belly. I will kill all of you, bastards. You don't deserve to live, you don't deserve to breathe, you don't deserve to exist in this world."
The individual people and the aristocratic families are born with an irreconcilable blood feud.
The voice outside the door paused, as if in surprise. How could Lan Shiwen know that he had a frail sister and a wife who was still pregnant.
"You can only be furious here." The voice outside the door continued, "Juxian Garden is not a place where you can come and go as you please. Without the key, you will be trapped in it forever, and the Yin family's ghosts will kill you. If you want to get out, agree to my conditions..."
"Really?" Lan Shiwen's smile became even brighter: "Do you know what my rules are?"
“To predict the future…?” The voice outside the door paused.
"Yes, I can predict the future, so I foresaw that your body would appear in front of me soon."
As soon as Lan Shiwen finished speaking, Ning Zhe, who was standing next to him, opened his eyes: "There is no one at the door. He is hiding in the room in the courtyard."
"OK, I'll go kill him." Lan Shiwen picked up his gun and left.
"No need, he's dead." Ning Zhe said lightly.
Lan Shiwen gave Ning Zhe a thumbs up: "Awesome."
He did not ask Ning Zhe how he killed this man, and he did not ask questions related to the other party's abilities. This was a tacit understanding among the upgraders.
Ning Zhe took Lan Shiwen through the flower garden and came to the wing room next to the two rockery. He pushed open the door, and pale sunlight scattered through the paper window. A man in a pure black suit fell at the door of the wing room, his head and body separated, and he was still holding a mobile phone in his hand that was still on a call.
As long as there is a shadow, Te Rang can find him.
As long as there is a shadow, Ye Yao can kill him.
A mere mortal had almost no ability to fight back against an ascender who had mastered more than one rule of instant death. He didn't even know how he died.
Ning Zhe squatted down, picked up the man's phone, and searched his body to find a leather wallet containing his ID card and bank card: "Ji Wuxie. This man's surname is not Yin."
"I just changed my surname to survive." Lan Shiwen unbuttoned Ji Wuxie's suit jacket and took out two rusty keys from it with ease, as if he had done this countless times before.
Lan Shiwen put one of the two keys into his arms and handed the other to Ning Zhe, saying, "Juxian Garden has a total of four gates and four entrances. The one in Ji Bochang's hand is the main gate key, and this is the key to the other two side gates. Wutong and Tuyu have been looking for it for 4 years and couldn't find it, but now it's delivered to their door."
However, if Ji Bochang had not died, the remnants of the Yin family would not dare to come back here.
Ning Zhe accepted the side door key and nodded, "I don't care about this. The God of Wealth is still outside, so we shouldn't stay here for long."
"I know." Lan Shiwen said, pulling out a pistol from his arms, firing 12 shots at Ji Wuxie's body, and emptying the magazine.
"Hate him so much?" Ning Zhe was a little surprised: "How old were you when his family was wiped out? Is it that serious?"
"No, you don't understand, Ye Yao, you don't understand." Lan Shiwen said as he changed the magazine of his pistol:
“You have never suffered oppression from aristocratic families, you have never felt their tyranny and monopoly, you have never personally experienced the evil they have done… You will naturally feel that what I did is not necessary, should not be done, and is too much… Is it really too much? I don’t ask you to agree with me, I just hope you understand one thing.” - Anyone who comes from aristocratic families does not deserve to live, does not deserve to breathe, they do not deserve to exist in this world.
Kill all the children of noble families, execute all those who dream of ruling the country, and leave no one alive. This is Lan Shiwen's life creed.
"Whatever." Ning Zhe shrugged. It was none of his business.
The two men left Ji Wuxie's body in the side room and ignored it. They dragged the coffin full of copper coins back to the courtyard and left through the side door of Juxian Garden.
When I walked out of the door, the sky outside the garden was a dark night with stars twinkling in the sky. The Tu Yu had completely blocked the entire Yunmeng Lake.
Ning Zhe loosened the chain in his hand and said, "Okay, now that the money is in hand, I'll leave it to you from now on."
Will Lan Shiwen buy the life of the God of Wealth himself, or will he ask someone else to do it? Ning Zhe didn't care. He only cared about whether his reward would be in place.
"Thank you. I will come to you after this matter is resolved." Lan Shiwen nodded and said, "After resolving Wutong, I will first go and kill Ji Wuxie's wife and children. I will keep the things you want me to know and your rules confidential for you."
"I hope so." Ning Zhe played with the key in his hand and turned into a peregrine falcon and flew away from Izumo Mountain.
On June 06, at 10:12 noon, the blockade of Yunmengze was lifted, and the strange incident code-named "Wutong" was settled.
Ji Bochang's funeral was held as usual, with many famous businessmen from all over Kyushu attending. However, no one noticed that the head and body of the body in the coffin had been separated, and of the two siblings who presided over the funeral, only Shi Yurou was left.
Ning Zhe attended the funeral as Zhang Yangxu and went through a bland ceremony. At the funeral, he saw Lan Shiwen, who was wearing a Zhongshan suit, sitting alone in a corner by the window, as if waiting for someone to come.
When there was no one around, Ning Zhe switched to Yu Ziqian's identity and sat opposite Lan Shiwen.
"Have you finished your work?" Ning Zhe asked straight to the point.
"It's done." Lan Shiwen nodded: "Now it's time to do what I promised you. Tell me, Yeyao, what do you want me to predict for you?"
"I'm looking for a ghost." Ning Zhe said directly: "That ghost can make up for the shortcomings of my core rules."
Lan Shiwen's expression was not at all surprised: "Do you want to know whether you will succeed in finding the ghost in the future? ... Many ascenders have asked me similar questions."
"So I found it?" Ning Zhe asked calmly.
"Hmm..." Lan Shiwen's eyes dimmed slightly, then brightened again.
Then, a hint of joy appeared on his face: "I asked you this question six months later, and you said that you haven't really controlled the ghost yet, but you have accurately locked its position. Congratulations."
"Your words are enough." Ning Zhe let out a long sigh: "I have another question, what are you going to do with the two remaining ghosts in Juxian Garden?"
Lan Shiwen shrugged: "The people in Yundu will take care of it. They will probably send some assassins in to try to explore the rules... What? Is there something you need in there?"
"I want the red coffin with the Chinese character 'Fu' on it." Ning Zhe said directly, "You can do whatever you want with the black coffin with the Chinese character 'Shou' on it, but the red coffin with the Chinese character 'Fu' on it may be useful to me, so I need you to keep it for me."
"Okay, you deserve it." Lan Shiwen nodded happily: "I will help you express your opinion. If you don't speak up, no one will touch the coffin."
Lan Shiwen is a very rare person among those who have been promoted. He is a person with a sense of responsibility and conscience. People like him are much closer to the local area than Ning Zhe imagined.
(End of this chapter)