Chapter 133: Short Life
“Of course I have my own channels.
Now, you have two options:
First, if you don't say anything, I will throw you to No. 52 Huaihua Lane, and then notify Huo Yaoxing to come and execute your entire family personally.
Second, tell me everything you know, and I will not harm your family and will let you return to work undercover with Huo Yaoxing."
"Two, I choose the second way." The other party couldn't wait to make a choice.
He mocked Wen Yan in his heart: Women are women, and she wants to recruit me as an undercover agent.
I'll sell you when I get back and make some money.
Ying Zhilin also wanted to remind Wen Yan not to believe his words easily.
Then I heard Yan say: "Don't try to fool me with fake news. As long as I send out a signal flare, your old mother and son will die in an instant."
The other party gritted his teeth and dared not play any more tricks for a while.
He confessed, "My master... Master Huo didn't ask us to do anything, but asked us to monitor your every move and report to him at all times."
Wen Yan frowned.
Why is he paying attention to his every move?
Unless he was also reborn, or Wen Ruyue told him about his rebirth.
And he began to wonder if he was also reborn!
Various thoughts flashed through her mind one by one.
I asked some other questions, but he couldn't answer any of them.
Either Huo Yaoxing already had other capable subordinates at that time, or he had not yet entered the officialdom and did not have the opportunity to do too many evil things.
Unable to get much evidence against Huo Yaoxing, Wen Yan stopped asking: "If that's the case, then go to hell."
As soon as she finished speaking, Meng Chifei slashed his neck with a dagger.
He wanted to cover the wound with his hands, but he couldn't. He could only stare at Wen Yan in disbelief.
He let out a hoarse sound from his throat: "You...you go back on your word!"
Meng Chifei shook off the blood on the blade and put the dagger away again, "She promised you, but I didn't!"
A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound on the neck.
In just a moment, the man was dead.
Wen Yan looked at the corpse and didn't feel scared.
The scenes of being bullied by him in the previous life flashed before my eyes.
She felt so happy when she cut off Huo Yaoxing's arm!
Then.
Wen Yan and Meng Chifei took out a shovel from under the basket, dug a hole, and buried the body very quickly.
Ying Zhilin: “…”
Sure enough, I am the only honest person!
He stepped forward and took the shovel from Wen Yan: "Let me do it."
Ying Zhilin and Meng Chifei are both very strong.
The body was quickly buried.
Meng Chifei and Wen Yan were about to leave.
Ying Zhilin used a shovel to transplant some flowers, plants, two small trees, and some moss from other places.
In a short while, they disguised the body so that it looked as if the ground had never been disturbed!
Meng Chifei gave him a thumbs up: "...You are really awesome."
Wen Yan felt that Ying Zhilin seemed to be very good at hiding his tracks.
This was the case with the last assassination attempt on Sun Rulan.
She suddenly had a bold idea.
Ying Zhilin couldn't be the descendant of the big boss who kept his identity secret, right?
I learned these skills from childhood.
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
It wasn't until she felt a pain on her head that she came back to her senses.
Ying Zhilin gently poked her hair: "What are you thinking about so intently?"
"I'm not thinking about anything!" Wen Yan threw away the notebook in his head and followed them up the mountain.
When they reached the top of the mountain, Wen Yan's arms were almost broken from exhaustion.
She personally handed several large baskets of rice dumplings to Principal Ji and said, "Principal Ji, thank you very much for the auction. These baskets are a small token of my appreciation for everyone's good luck during the Dragon Boat Festival."
"Oh, this rice dumpling is wrapped so small and exquisitely, I can eat one in one bite!" Another teacher picked up a rice dumpling and looked at it, feeling very curious.
"I made four kinds of dumplings: white rice, mung bean, bacon and red bean paste. They are tied with different ropes." Wen Yan reminded with a smile.
She specially made smaller dumplings to send to the academy.
Firstly, the academy is so large that there are not enough people to share one per person;
Secondly, because they are small, it is convenient for them to eat without getting their hands sticky.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Wen Yan and Meng Chifei went down the mountain.
They carried rice dumplings and went to visit Grandma Wu according to the address she had left before.
Grandma Wu was very happy to see them, and quickly asked them to sit inside to enjoy the cool air. She took out the best snacks and tea to treat them, and even wanted to keep them for lunch.
Grandma Wu was so enthusiastic that it was hard to refuse her hospitality.
After lunch, Wen Yan and the others saw that Grandma Wu did everything herself. Although she looked young, she was actually sixty years old.
Wen Yan and the others helped by doing what they could.
When they left, Grandma Wu gave them a lot of food and asked them to take it home to eat.
When Wen Yan and Meng Chifei returned home, it was already past 3 p.m.
Not long after they got home, the tofu delivery man arrived.
Wen Yan hadn't seen them for a long time and wanted to say hello.
However, he discovered that the person who came to deliver tofu today was not Zhang Gan'niang, but a young man about twenty years old.
Wen Yan recognized him. He was the third son of the Liu family and also Wen Yan's biological brother.
He handed two pieces of tofu to Wen Yan, and took out a basket of rice dumplings and a can of fermented bean curd from another basket.
He was afraid that Wen Yan would not accept it, so he was very nervous. Coupled with the worry between his brows, he seemed even more uneasy.
Wen Yan accepted them all with a smile, and grabbed a basket of rice dumplings she had made and a basket of salted eggs as a return gift.
Liu Lao San happily accepted the return gift and wiped his hands on his clothes again and again. Then he took out a handkerchief from his bosom and carefully opened it, revealing a multicolored string: "This is hand-woven by my mother. I give it to you for good luck!"
"It looks really nice. I like it very much." Wen Yan took the rope and put it on her wrist.
Seeing that she didn't show any sign of disgust, Liu Lao San finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen Yan admired the red string on her wrist and asked him, "Why are you the one delivering tofu today? Why didn't she come?"
Liu Laosan instantly understood that Wen Yan was asking about his mother.
A look of worry appeared on his face, which had just relaxed.
Wen Yan asked nervously: "But what happened at home?"
"Mom is sick." Thinking of his mother's sick appearance, Liu Laosan told the truth.
"Have you seen a doctor?" Wen Yan asked.
"I've seen several doctors, and after taking my pulse, they all shook their heads and said that years of hard work have damaged my foundation. I need to relax and take good care of myself, otherwise I won't live long..."
He knew that what his mother was most worried about was this little sister.
If she could pay more attention to her mother, maybe her mother would cheer up and recover well.
Wen Yanze thought of his previous life.
Zhang Gan's mother also fell ill and passed away within two years.
At that time, the Huo family did not allow her to associate with the Liu family, and she did not even go back to attend the funeral.
She was sad for a long time.
Her body was worn down by illness.
In this life, she has the energy and wants to help them.
Wen Yan said without thinking, "I'll go with you to see her!"
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