Female Campus Agent

This faint female voice made Hong Taishan, who seemed to be telling a story, suddenly shake his body, making people almost jump up in fright.

"I'm going, I'm going! Phew! Enough! Enough, enough!"

Hong Taishan spoke quickly, as if if he were to explain a second later, his life would be in danger.

As he was talking, Hong Taishan suddenly wanted to show off his profound knowledge.

It was only after working in a plastics processing factory that Hong Taishan's knowledge began to broaden.

After hanging out with my group of brothers for a long time, I have heard a lot about supercars and major international events.

Said this is what a rich man should look like.

No, when this group of old ladies and women asked him something, Hong Taishan instantly realized the greatness of being knowledgeable, and he began to speak in the words he felt he was most knowledgeable about.

I forgot about Yun Jian.

At this moment, Hong Taishan suddenly came to his senses and turned pale with fright.

After listening to Hong Taishan's words, the old ladies and women around him also learned about the ranking of agent killers.

Combined with what Hong Taishan said just now, could Yun Jian be on the international agent ranking list...

The group of old women and women also trembled.

“My sister Jian bought this car from my friend, and my friend also bought it from a friend of a friend. I heard that it has passed through many hands.

"As for the person on the international agent killer ranking list you mentioned, maybe, this car does belong to that person. After all, the car is several years old. Since that person is on the international agent killer ranking list, he shouldn't have been there forever. Are you driving this old car?”

After receiving Yun Jian's look, Qing Glaze explained aloud.

It has to be said that Qing Glaze's nonsense was actually what everyone heard.

"Let me just say, this is unscientific! She is Yun Gang's daughter, and she can be regarded as Lan Hua's serious granddaughter. She has grown up in Xinjiang Town since she was a child. I have watched her grow up clearly. Yes, how could it be fake?

"Besides, how can there be such a coincidence in this world! Let's all be gone!"

After the old woman who had just spoken to whom Lu Lanhua had a good relationship with came out to explain, everyone around them dispersed.

After all, the people present were all rural people, and no one would have thought of something like a science fiction blockbuster like resurrecting a dead body.

And even if they thought of it, no one would believe it.

So after hearing the words of this old woman who had a good relationship with Lu Lanhua before, they all dispersed.

Chen Yilan pulled her daughter Hong Junhua, not wanting to please Yun Jian. She said "hum" to Yun Jian and pulled her daughter to sit aside.

...

Throughout the afternoon, there was no sign of Yungang. I heard that since Lu Lanhua was killed by him, Yungang had been sitting alone in his room, staring at a certain place in silence, silently.

Yun Jian actually saw his uncle Yunzheng's family.

At that time, uncle Yunzheng, Yunzheng's daughter Yun Xiaoya, and his wife were all wearing mourning clothes and white headscarves pulled out of mourning cloth. They also had a piece of mourning clothes tied on their hands, and the mourning clothes around their waists were tied with hemp ropes. .

The three of them stood there looking at Lu Lanhua's memorial tablet, lighting incense in their hands and worshiping silently.

Especially the uncle Yunzheng, the tears in his eyes kept rolling and rolling down from time to time, he was really sad.

After all, she is her mother, the biological mother who has fed her since she was a child.

...

In the afternoon, I followed the Taoist priest to perform rituals. After completing the process, Lu Lanhua was sent up the mountain and buried in the earth.

No matter what kind of things Lu Lanhua had done before, whether it was bad or good, disgusting or joyful.

Once it's buried in the ground, there's nothing left.

All that was left was a handful of cremated ashes and an old black and white photo of his life.

Sealing the grave means that the person has truly passed away.

In the face of death, people are still fragile and worthless.

Perhaps after a few years, when the last person who remembers his death passes away, this person will truly disappear from this world.

As if it had never been born.