"Well, she agreed to be our godmother at the last moment. We are going to find her a final residence now. The godmother said that if you want to liquidate her son, she will not blame you. If there is If necessary, we can even come forward as witnesses.”
Xi Jiaowa has been stubborn all her life, and finally knows how to let go at the last moment, which makes Peng Zhan feel somewhat relieved.
"Okay, you go, live your life the way she expected." Peng Zhan said with deep feeling.
"Well, we will. We don't know where to go now. If you need us to come forward to testify, broadcast a missing person notice against us on TV. As long as we are still alive, we will definitely come over." Black Crow said with a look on his face. Said sincerely.
Peng Zhan firmly believed in his words. Although Xijiaowa wore the cloak of a gangster, she was fairly upright in her actions. He didn't know if this was the real Buddha's style of conduct.
The Xijiaowa who pretended to be Buddha was dead, but Peng Zhan knew that the old man in Tang suit would definitely not give up.
If the old man in Tang suit had not underestimated the strength of Peng Zhan and the others, he would have left here with Han Rubing long ago.
The moment Lin Yumeng called out Buddha's real name, Mr. Jue knew that he no longer had the ability to control Xijiao Wa. He was the only one who knew the handle, and many people who knew it would break her into trouble.
So when Peng Zhan and the others were not paying attention, he decisively used the space connection channel to escape to another scene. Standing at a grave in the wasteland, he could hear the voices of Peng Zhan and the others in the manor.
Later, while Peng Zhan and the others were listening to the story, he pulled Han Rubing out of the passage. If he ran away with Han Rubing as soon as he was pulled out, Peng Zhan and the others would definitely not be able to catch him.
But he just thought that Peng Zhan and the others wouldn't be able to decipher his spatial layout for a while. He was waiting for the opportunity to bring Lin Yumeng over because he knew that Xi Jiaowa was no longer reliable. He could only catch Lin Yumeng. Able to do it yourself.
Unexpectedly, what he waited for was that Peng Zhan and the others used violence to destroy the connecting passage. The wasteland scene originally existed attached to the manor. If the connecting passage was destroyed, the scene he was in would naturally disappear.
As soon as the wasteland scene disappeared, his location would immediately be exposed to Peng Zhan's view, so after the connecting passage was destroyed in several places, he felt that something was wrong and wanted to escape.
But because Peng Zhan and the others destroyed it too quickly, he had no time to leave with Han Rubing, so he had evil thoughts and wanted to kill Han Rubing directly, so he threw three poison darts at Han Rubing, who was defenseless.
Unexpectedly, Peng Zhan actually broke through the confinement between scenes and used his arms to help Han Rubing block three poison darts.
Although Mr. Jue was very upset, he felt a little better thinking that these three poison darts were enough for Peng Zhan to drink a pot.
Even if Peng Zhan is not poisoned by these three poison darts, he will at least need to recover from his injuries for a while, and he can just use this time to complete the layout of Peng Zhan again.
Peng Zhan looked at the desolate backs of Hei Ya and the others, and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. In his mind, there was a vague sadness and joy, and he couldn't help but sigh, maybe he was a little too sentimental.
Suddenly, he felt something was wrong, because the vague sadness and joy were not generated in his mind, but existed in reality. He quickly looked at Lin Yumeng and Ye Xiaowu.
The two of them were also listening attentively. It was obvious that they also heard the sorrow and music, and the sound seemed to be floating down from the sky.
"What day is today?" Peng Zhan couldn't help but ask softly. This kind of formation of using planes to play sad music in the air should be done to commemorate national-level disasters.
