Chapter 290: The Tomb of Nanchuan Jin’s Beloved Wife——
"Nanchuan Hereditary Lord, what happened?" Ning Fengsheng stood up.
"Miss Ning... was robbed in Rose Garden! They came prepared, and we lost three of our men..." Moss said hesitantly, "Rose Garden... was also set on fire!"
Nanchuan Shijue glanced at him with a terrifying look, as if he thought he was talking too much.
"It was Master Nanchuan who did it again?" Ning Fengsheng's face darkened. "You shouldn't have hidden such a big thing from me."
"Wait at home, don't wander around, take care of yourself!"
"I'll go with you."
"With this face, you also want to be captured by the old guy?" Nanchuan Shijue's face was extremely solemn. He was now a powder keg and could not withstand the slightest stimulation!
"Nanchuan Shijue, I'll wait for you... You must come back safely, nothing can happen to you."
“…”
"Nanchuan Shijue, I love you."
Nanchuan Shijue's body froze: "Speaking at this time?"
"Don't fight Master Nanchuan head-on. Call me if anything happens..."
Shortly after Nanchuan Shijue left, the entire Nanchuan Mansion was surrounded by a large number of bodyguards. The bodyguard leader and his men were guarding the hall, carrying guns, and the atmosphere was extremely serious.
Ning Fengsheng's mind was in a mess, with many uneasy thoughts running through his mind...
"Why aren't you following Nanchuan Shijue? What are you doing here?"
"The young master ordered us to stay and protect you and the young master..."
"If you all stay, what will happen to Nanchuan Shijue!?"
Thinking of his back injury, it has just healed a little...
"The young master brought a dozen bodyguards with him, and he said that was enough."
"Not enough, a dozen or so is not enough!" Ning Fengsheng paced anxiously.
"Ning Fengsheng" is his bottom line. Master Nanchuan has captured him. Given that man's personality, who knows what he might do.
She should have gone with him, but she was afraid of causing trouble for him...
"Sisi, where is daddy?" Nanchuan Yusen walked in with a puffy face, looking around for his daddy.
Ning Fengsheng saw that the little guy had changed into a camouflage military uniform, looking heroic, with a row of "small black mines" tied around his waist and a black laser gun hanging on his chest.
How come he is fully armed too?
"What are you doing dressed like that?!"
"I want to fight my dad one-on-one. I want to beat him! Who asked him to snatch Sisi from me?" Nanchuan Yusen pouted.
"Children shouldn't touch these. Take them off quickly—" Ning Fengsheng ran over nervously, "Is this a landmine? How did you get this thing?"
"Yeah, I'm going to blow my dad away!" Nanchuan Yusen said, taking off a mine and opening it, revealing colorful candies inside.
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
Bodyguard leader: “…”
The little guy picked up a candy and fed it to Ning Fengsheng's mouth: "Don't be angry, Sisi, eat it."
Ning Fengsheng sighed deeply and hugged the little boy tightly in his arms: "From now on, you are not allowed to run around. Be good and wait for daddy to come back with me."
Nanchuan Shijue, you must not be in any danger.
…
Late at night, ancestral home in Nanchuan.
The burned-down church is now mottled and covered with wooden frames, and is being prepared for repair.
There are many flower pots on the path leading to the cemetery. The peonies bloom beautifully at night, pink and white, like a girl's smile.
Nanchuan Shijue walked in the flower path, followed by seven or eight bodyguards holding shovels and crowbars.
The moonlight was pale, shining on the cold tombstone.
There are flower baskets and bouquets in front of the grave...
It was obviously changed not long ago, the fruits were fresh and the flowers were covered with night dew.
"You weren't respected in life... Who are you pretending to be like this after you die?" Nanchuan Shijue crushed the bouquet with his foot and gave a low command like a death knell, "Nanchuan Jin, if you touch my people, you will pay the price!"
"Master, this is Madam's tomb... Are you sure you want to do it?" Moss hesitated to speak.
Nanchuan Shijue's lips curled up in an extremely cold arc. There was no warmth in that smile, only a cold hostility: "The dead should be used for their own purposes. Dig them up."
"But she is your mother..."
"That's her misfortune." Nanchuan Shijue turned his face away. "Family members are more cruel than outsiders. Add a stroke to the old friend and they become enemies. This stroke is like a knife!"
Who made her Mrs. Nanchuan, the only beloved woman of Master Nanchuan?
The sound of the shovel hitting the ground was particularly harsh in the silent cemetery...
"Stop! What are you doing?" The gravekeeper, holding a palace lantern, said in a hoarse, terrified voice, "Master, this is disrespectful and will bring down divine punishment."
"I am the punishment of God."
"You can't touch the lady's grave, you conscienceless beast!"
"Shut him up." Nanchuan Shijue lit a cigarette and handed over a dangerous warning!
The gravekeeper rushed over like crazy to protect the tomb, not allowing the bodyguards to continue shoveling.
Nanchuan Shijue raised his hand, and the bodyguard knocked him unconscious with a crowbar.
The bodyguard continued digging.
Nanchuan Shijue leaned over and stroked the cold tombstone with his fingers. There were a few large words engraved on it:
"The Tomb of Nanchuan Jin's Beloved Wife - Madam Nanchuan"
And below these big words is her childhood name and date of birth.
Mrs. Nanchuan?
Even in death she was labeled with this surname - these four words imprisoned her for her entire life.
Nanchuan Shijue took a deep drag on his cigarette. "I told you to run away long ago. Why didn't you run away back then? You weren't even afraid of death, so why didn't you dare run away!?"
The night is quiet.
A mixture of earthy smell and the rotting smell of old wood filled the air.
Nanchuan Spyker stepped forward, his custom-made leather shoes stepping on the cold and damp soil.
He looked down at the coffin, where a porcelain urn of urns was quietly placed - as if crying silently.
The cruel curve at the corner of his lips deepened, with undisguised mockery: "Take it away."
Moss took out a handkerchief, carefully picked up the urn and handed it to the young master.
Nanchuan Shijue took the bone china box and left a note on the tombstone before leaving:
“I want her to rest in peace—tomorrow night at 9 o’clock, at the top of the winding mountain road, come alone.
One more person, one more gust of wind... and everything will be reduced to ashes."
When he turned to leave, a pair of eyes stared at him!
It was the gravekeeper who had been knocked unconscious. He had woken up at some point, and there was a lot of blood on his head...
The look in his eyes, fixed on the urn in his arms, was extremely hot, mixed with a morbid obsession that penetrated deep into his bones.
"What? You want to kill me?" Nanchuan Shijue stepped on the gravekeeper's severed fingers, and three fake fingers fell off.
The gravekeeper's face turned pale with pain, but he didn't cry out in pain.
Nanchuan Shijue's eyes darkened and he walked over: "Take him with you."
…
Vienna Concert Hall.
The huge crystal chandelier in the dome cast brilliant light, illuminating the empty stage as bright as day, but even more eerie.
The auditorium was in dead darkness.
In the center of the stage, the gravekeeper was held down by the shoulders by two bodyguards and kicked hard in the knee, making a dull sound of bones hitting the floor, and he knelt on the ground in embarrassment.
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