Twenty minutes later.
In Li Xinghe's office.
Wang Ye and Li Xinghe collapsed on the ground panting, leaning against the wall, looking at each other with red eyes.
The white beard on Li Xinghe's chin was gone.
Wang Ye's eyes were a little blue.
"You shameless person, your beard is actually fake!"
Wang Ye beat his feet and chest.
Li Xinghe also showed no sign of weakness: "You want face, why do you dig my crotch if you want face?"
"nonsense!"
"Your fists are very powerful. If you mention to me that you are an old man again, I will risk my life with you!"
To be honest, it was only today that Wang Ye finally realized Li Xinghe's shamelessness.
Fake beard.
The wrinkles on his face are real, and he obviously put a lot of effort into them.
The punch was so powerful that Wang Ye felt pain all over.
From now on, I still feel that Li Xinghe can only survive with Arhat's strength. Today, he can abuse the food and take revenge.
As a result, Wang Ye didn't believe it when he said that this guy was at the level of a Buddha.
I originally wanted to hide my clumsiness and not use my full strength, but then I was given a cannonball look.
"Team leader, there is a meeting today..."
The door opened silently, and an innocent girl, just as young as a flower, opened the door and walked in enthusiastically holding a pile of documents.
Then...
"Uh, sorry to bother you, bye."
"I am deaf and blind."
The girl looked at Wang Ye and Li Xinghe who were entangled together, and for a moment, she imagined at least a million words of emotional drama in her mind.
One is a majestic leader.
One is a dazzling genius.
The love that transcended age and gender ultimately lost to identity and the justice of the human race, and could only linger in the office when no one was around.
Just thinking about it is... touching.
This girl even had the urge to pick up her pen and write a masterpiece.
Wang Ye stood up suddenly, straightened his clothes, pointed at Li Xinghe viciously, and then turned around and left.
Li Xinghe also spat at Wang Ye's back, and a strand of snow-white beard appeared in his hand again, sticking it to the mirror.
He kept mumbling.
"This little bastard is so cruel!"
...
"My beautiful lady, please wait a moment."
Wang Ye walked out of the office door, looked at the girl in front of him who was still imagining her own plot, and hurriedly chased after her.
"Wang...Boss Wang, don't worry, I...I won't say anything nonsense."
"I'm very strict!"
When the girl saw Wang Ye chasing after him, she stood up straight and her face turned slightly red.
Wang Ye paused: "Farewell..."
He suddenly realized that he couldn't explain it clearly. What was the little girl thinking about every day?
It was the same for me and Zhang Ziliang back then. I remember being fired up by the gossip.
The world is in decline.
Seeing Wang Ye's somewhat embarrassed figure running away, the girl felt a little regretful for a moment.
Such a handsome brother, I didn’t expect him to be...
Well, if you think about it carefully, it's quite touching.
…
Suburban cemetery.
The tombkeeper is still sitting in his wooden house.
Seeing Wang Ye from a distance, the tombkeeper stood up stiffly, picked up his candle, opened the door and was about to leave.
"Uncle, slow down, uncle!"
When Wang Ye saw this scene, he rushed forward and grabbed the tombkeeper's arm.
"I'm not a disaster star, that's all!"
"And I didn't take it to heart at all when you teased me twice and a half before!"
Wang Ye said seriously.
...
The air became quiet.
The gravekeeper's somewhat dull eyes glanced at Wang Ye again, grinned a very forced smile, turned around again, and wanted to run.
Unfortunately, Wang Ye is no longer what he used to be.
The strength of the hand is... big!
He grabbed the tombkeeper with one hand, dragged him around, and pushed him back into the wooden house.
"Don't leave, let's talk."
"It's really not my fault what happened last time."
"That evil thought came from my own epiphany and suddenly became stronger. It has nothing to do with me."
"Really, I swear."
Wang Ye put his fingers together, very sincerely.
"I do not believe..."
The gravekeeper's voice was as hoarse and mechanical as ever.
But what he said was so... heartbreaking.
All these old men in Shangjing City must be poisonous.
Wang Ye complained in his heart.
"Old man, since you don't believe me, then I will start acting rogue!"
Wang Ye looked like he was not stingy and put one foot on the stool: "If you don't chat with me today, I will find those evil thoughts and chat with you!"
...
silence.
Dead silence.
The old man raised his head in confusion and glanced at Wang Ye.
Are today’s young people so disrespectful to their youngest members?
"Speaking."
“Tell me everything you know.”
The hoarse voice sounded again.
Impressed.
"That's right, uncle, you said that back then, you were right here at this small window, right, right here, showing your head to scare me."
"It scared me so much that I didn't dare to come to the suburban cemetery for two months."
"Do you think I blame you?"
"no."
"I didn't even pay attention to it, I had forgotten about it a long time ago."
"So I still respect you very much."
"It was just a small gesture of goodwill."
Wang Ye supported the tombkeeper with a playful smile, and sat back on the rocking chair while the tombkeeper was frightened.
"Actually, I came here just because I was curious about something."
"Is the king's left hand here with you?"
As soon as Wang Ye's voice fell, the tombkeeper, who was barely sitting on the rocking chair, stumbled and fell to the ground. He stood up suddenly and looked at Wang Ye in disbelief.
At this moment, his eyes were not as cloudy as before.
How did you know this secret? ? ?
"Is it really here with you?"
"In other words, you really know that it is the king's left hand."
"Then I guessed right."
"But I didn't feel that person's aura. It is said that he is in Tomb No. 2, but my mental power detection revealed that the person in Tomb No. 2 is a guy who has lost half of his body."
Wang Ye was curious.
The moment he arrived at the cemetery on the outskirts of the city, his mental power was completely covered.
It was because he didn't sense the king's aura that he stopped the old man.
It must have something to do with the gravekeeper.
No need to analyze, you can guess it.
I just don't know...
This uncle, where did you hide the king's left hand?
That is to say, I am familiar with the tombkeeper, otherwise the girl would really run over, release the king's left hand, and find a little minion coming out. I believe the girl's expression at that time must be very wonderful.
