"Can you tell if this is real or fake, and what its purpose is?" After leaving the auction, Ran Ning couldn't wait to take out something for Wang Han to identify.
"Tiger tally." Looking at the familiar object in front of him, Wang Han nodded and said, "It's real. This is the tiger tally that Ran Ning used to command the sweeping corps."
Ran Ning nodded and said, "Then do you know what kind of unit the Cleanup Corps is?"
"The executioner's brigade," Wang Han said, "is responsible for sweeping up any escapees and guarding the prisoners."
"Have you met my ancestor, the first Ran Ning?" Ran Ning asked expectantly, already using honorifics.
“I’ve met him. I remember the first time I saw him was on the grassland. It was the first time we went to war against the Xiongnu. He was a Xiongnu slave and was only sixteen years old! He was rescued along with other slaves.” Wang Han said with some reminiscence, “What impressed me most was his eyes, which were full of hatred and killing intent, as well as madness and paranoia. His parents were both killed by the Xiongnu. He was a person who struggled to survive while carrying hatred.”
Hearing Wang Han recount the history of the first generation Ran Ning, which only the Ran family knew, and even some things that only he knew, Ran Ning no longer doubted him and immediately knelt down to Wang Han, saying, "The 135th generation Ran Ning greets senior."
"Disciples of the Ran family greet senior." The Ran family members who came out also knelt down before Wang Han.
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"Ran Ning knelt down before him. Could that intelligence be true? Is he from that era?" In the distance, a few people who had quietly followed watched Ran Ning kneel down and wondered what was going on.
"Ran Ning knelt down before that person. Why?" The Tang family elder, hiding in the shadows, looked at the kneeling Ran Ning with great curiosity.
"Because that person was from the same era as the first generation Ran Ning." An old woman explained to the old man of the Tang family, "Tang Fang, your Tang family has been fighting with the Ran family for more than a thousand years. It is estimated that things will not be easy for you in the future. The person from that era may be a god, and he may even know the location of the tomb."
Tang Fang shook his head and said, "With a formidable enemy at hand, Marquis Dingshan will be resurrected sooner or later."
“That is true,” the old woman shook her head and said, “but the resurrection of Marquis Dingshan by the Ran family is something no one wants to see, and your Tang family will be the first to bear the brunt. At that time, I’m afraid no one will dare to help your Tang family.”
Upon hearing this, Tang Fang fell silent. If the Ran family were to resurrect the Marquis of Dingshan, they would surely destroy the several families that had stood in their way for a thousand years.
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"Get up first." Wang Han first helped Ran Ning up, then asked curiously, "The 135th Ran Ning, why do you refer to yourself as Ran Ning?"
"Replying to Senior, the Ran family patriarch has always upheld the name of his ancestors and kept their will firmly in mind," Ran Ning replied.
"I see." Wang Han nodded and asked, "You must have something to tell me, right?"
“Yes, senior.” Ran Ning quickly replied, “The Ran family has always wanted to fulfill our ancestors’ wish, to resurrect the ancestor Dingshan Hou, and to let him lead China to eliminate all foreign races and make the Chinese nation the only one in the world. However, we are not strong enough and have not been able to find the ancestor’s burial place. So we would like to ask you to take us to find the ancestor’s burial place, resurrect him, and unify the world.”
"Could it be that there's no burial place at all?" Wang Han shook his head and said.
“No, there must be.” Ran Ning said with certainty: “According to family records, Ran Ning’s ancestor disappeared last because he went to the ancestor’s tomb to follow the ancestor.”
"I don't know where the cemetery is. I left not long after the chaos in China was quelled," Wang Han said, shaking his head helplessly.
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"Master Yao, this is the place."
Inside the hotel where Wang Han was staying, a young and beautiful woman led Yao Lao and the others there. She went straight to the two men's room. She was Feng'er, who was there to deliver the message to Yao Lao.
"Break down the door," the old apothecary ordered a middle-aged man in armor.
"Yes." The armored man immediately stepped forward, punched through the doorknob, and opened the door.
"Master Yao, Dad, Mom." Seeing Master Yao and the others bursting in, along with her parents, Li Sisi's heart sank. They had found her after all.
"Tiezhu, Sisi, come back with us. We won't favor your older brother anymore." The siblings' parents looked at the two stubborn children and said with tears in their eyes, "Old Zhao and the old doctor will definitely treat you leniently."
“No, we’re not going back,” Li Sisi said, shaking her head. “I don’t want to spend my whole life living in isolation in that small mountain village.”
“If my sister doesn’t go back, I won’t go either.” Even though Li Tiezhu was timid, he still mustered up his courage to say it.
"Take them down," said the old apothecary. Immediately, two middle-aged men in armor stepped forward to capture the two men.
"We will never go back." Seeing this, Li Sisi spat out several basketball-sized fireballs at the group and tried to pull Li Tiezhu away to escape.
Faced with the fireball spewed by Li Sisi, the two middle-aged men holding the people immediately threw punches, directly shattering the fireball, and stepped forward, grabbing the two in a few moves. "You've grown wings, but you've only just awakened your abilities. Uncles are town-level martial artists."
"Did you say anything you shouldn't have?" the old apothecary asked Li Sisi.
“No, Sisi has always kept the clan rules in mind and has never mentioned it to anyone. My brother has no idea,” Li Sisi quickly said.
"Master Yao, this kid Tie Zhu doesn't have the strength of a martial artist at all; he doesn't even have the strength of a martial arts apprentice," the man pressing down on Li Tie Zhu suddenly said. Li Tie Zhu struggled, but his strength was too weak.
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