C1 Ye Mo

"Three years, Master. I followed your instructions and became a waste for three years. "

"When you died, I was not by your side, and I did not have the opportunity to tell you that I had mastered the [Book of Sacks]. You don't need to endure and protect yourself at all. "

"You are afraid that I will be murdered by the Ye and Zhang families, but you are wrong. Those trash are not worthy of your worry."

"I will not go back to the Ye Family and I will not let the people of Zhang Family go easily. Anyone who covets the [Book of Blue Sack] deserves to die! I've accomplished your last wish. In these three years, everyone in Dongjiang thought that his Lin family had added a piece of trash! I didn't expose you, and I also protected your granddaughter's safety. "

"The reason I came to see you today is to say that I've done it. I, Ye Mo, don't want to be a piece of trash anymore!"

In the cemetery at the outskirts of Dongjiang, Ye Mo was kneeling in front of a nameless tombstone. With an indifferent expression, he sent the yellow paper in his hand one by one to the brazier.

"Dong Dong Dong …"

Footsteps could be heard from the distance where no one would have come to the abandoned cemetery.

Ye Mo turned his head and saw a figure running towards him under the night sky.

The person who came was a young man in his twenties. His camouflage climbing equipment was currently covered in blood stains.

It was obvious that he was injured as he staggered forward. The young man looked towards the source of the light and was overjoyed when he saw Ye Mo.

"Bro, please do me a favor!"

The young man clutched his waist as he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I'm here to sweep the tomb. I can't help you."

Ye Mo ignored it and continued to add yellow paper to the brazier. He seemed very calm when he met a man covered in blood in the wilderness.

"Bro, I'm not asking for anything else. You just need to help me pass this number to the owner of this number. He will give you one million as repayment! "

The young man thought that Ye Mo was scared by his appearance and was afraid that he would be infected by some trouble so he hurriedly said.

He handed over a blood-stained phone and a note with a phone number on it.

However, Ye Mo was still unmoved. If it was any ordinary person, they would have already agreed to such a great gift.

Ye Mo's speed of adding yellow paper was not affected in the slightest.

"2 million!"

Seeing that Ye Mo was not affected by the young man's actions, the young man was a little worried. If he delayed it a little longer, those people would catch up to him. Everything would be wasted then!

"Three million!"

"Five million!"

In his anxiety, the young people continued to raise the price. However, no matter how tempting the numbers the young people reported, Ye Mo remained unmoved.

"Stop shouting."

Finally, Ye Mo spoke up.

The young man's breathing stagnated.

Ye Mo didn't take the phone and note, instead, he took out three sticks of incense and placed it in front of the tombstone.

Staring at the tombstone that did not have any photo or epitaph, he said calmly:

"I haven't swept my master's grave in three years. I'll have to trouble you to hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my reminiscence with my master."

"Brother!" "Why are you …"

The young man wanted to say something.

"Da Da Da …"

The sound of messy footsteps could be heard as six or seven burly men rushed into the cemetery.

These hulks held daggers in their hands. After entering the cemetery, they surrounded Ye Mo and the young man.

From the way they stood, it could be seen that these people weren't ordinary people.

"You can't run away!"

The leader of the strong men coldly snorted and pointed his shiny dagger at the young man as he said.

"Don't think you are safe just because you killed my master! The Qu Clan will not let you off! "

Seeing that there was no hope for him to escape, the young man straightened his body and pointed at the leader's nose as he shouted.

Ye Mo, who heard the words "Qu Family", was unmoved by the group of saber-wielding hulks as well, so he raised his eyebrows.

"Heh, do you know who we are? "Who can you seek for revenge?"

The leader of the strong men laughed and didn't want to waste his words. He took a step forward and stabbed the dagger towards the young man's heart.

This blade did not have the slightest bit of mercy. The young man who was stabbed in the heart was doomed to die without a doubt.

"Stop."

At this critical moment, an indifferent voice was heard.

The leader remained unmoved, his dagger already close to the young man's chest.

The young man couldn't dodge in time, so he resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.

"Ah!

However, just as the dagger was about to pierce into his heart, the muscular man suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

The brawny man rolled on the ground, looking as if he had suffered a great deal of pain. He was in an unspeakably miserable state.

In the end, he even curled up into a ball from the excruciating pain, looking like a cooked shrimp. Finally, he fainted.

When they saw that their leader had been tricked, the rest of them panicked.

The person fell down without a sound. It was still in the cemetery in the wilderness. Could it be something else?

"It must be because of this brat! Together! "Kill him!"

There were only these few people present. One of the masked men suddenly pointed at Ye Mo, who was burning paper.

Other than the guy who was already crippled, this brat was the only one present who could have done something to him.

However, before the others could do anything, Ye Mo swung his arm and several streaks of silver light flashed across the night sky.

The masked men instantly froze. All of them had a needle for acupuncture on their neck!

The young man at the side was stunned. The group of people who had been acting arrogantly just a moment ago were now like a row of piles.

It was funny and weird.

If it weren't for the fact that the wounds on his body were still hurting, he would have suspected that the person opposite him was a filming crew member.

"You should go."

Ye Mo knelt down towards the tombstone again.

The young man looked deeply at Ye Mo, bowed to Ye Mo and the nameless tombstone, then left the cemetery.

Ye Mo added the yellow paper one by one after the young man left until the last one burnt out.

"I don't care who that person is, and I don't care who you are. If you appear here again, you can all go back and prepare for the future. "

With that, Ye Mo left the cemetery without looking back.

The next day, on the bus heading to the center of Dongjiang.

Ye Mo was lost in thought as he looked out the window at the scenery pass by.

His master did not allow him to fight the Zhang Family to the death and did not want him to return to the Ye Family.

But his master was killed by the Zhang family, and the Ye family was considered an accomplice.

This could not be forgotten.

However, the two were colossi that had gathered at the Yanjing.

The two powers were among the best even in China.

The only way to act rashly was to die.

Step by step, meticulous planning was needed.

Buzz buzz …

Ye Mo's phone vibrated.

He picked up the phone.

There was a cold, melodious voice on the other end of the line.

"Where did you die?" Still not coming back? "

"Twelve o'clock to the city."

"After getting off the car, immediately go to the hospital! I must see you at the hospital gate at one o'clock! "

The cold voice was unquestionable.

"Dongjiang City Hospital? "Where to?"

"Since the old lady has been hospitalized, what else can we do!?"

"Why would the old lady be fine …"

"Du, du, du …"

Before Ye Mo finished his sentence, the other party had already hung up.

Ye Mo frowned and put his phone back into his pocket.

At the entrance of the hospital in Dongjiang City.

Ye Mo scanned left and right, but didn't find anyone.

He reached into his pocket and took out a box of Red Tower Mountain and lit it up.

Just as he inhaled two mouthfuls of air, he heard a burst of hurried footsteps from behind him.

Then came the familiar smell of perfume.

Ye Mo immediately extinguished the smoke. He turned around.