Chapter 199 Earth for Safety

Zhou Yi is dead. Staying in this place is never a way. Huang Que made up his mind. Anyway, he would go back to Qingcheng. Xiao Yao and Murong Qing went downstairs to get the car. Huang Que hugged Zhou Yi and went downstairs.

The black wind has watched all this.

"Boss, the yellow finch should be the middle-aged man. I think he should be dead." When Heifeng helped the yellow finch prepare the room, he had already found that Zhou Yi was injured.

The God of Wealth stared at the monitor and nodded, "It seems that they have experienced a fierce battle. By the way, have the bodies of the Japanese in Room 3312 been disposed of?"

"It has been dealt with, but it seems that there are still a few of those Japanese." The black wind said something.

The God of Wealth frowned, "It's up to you and the knife. The Japanese matter must not be revealed. After all, people died with us, and it will be more or less troublesome."

"I know, boss, what about the yellow finch?"

"Let them leave."

"Boss, don't we talk to him about cooperation?" Heifeng asked.

The God of Wealth shook his head and said, "Let's change it for a few days. I think they are definitely not in this mood now. By the way, the Death Territory pays close attention to their actions, especially the people they sent. I think since Old Green has known the clues of Hongyanyu, he will definitely not delay."

"Don't worry, boss, I've already asked someone to do it."

The God of Wealth sighed, "The yellow finch must have gone back to the city. In a few days, I will personally go to him about this matter. After all, this is a win-win cooperation."

The God of Wealth lit a cigarette and smoked it silently.

This time, it was Xiaoyao and Murong Qing driving. Wang Pao sat in the co-pilot's seat and looked out of the window. The yellow finch just silently held the body of his cold second uncle.

Along the way, he remembered a lot of things. Over the years, he lived well, ate well, and was carefree. These were all thanks to his second uncle. Without him, there would be no yellow finch at all. People were all emotional, family affection, and also based on feelings. Although Zhou Yi killed Huang Hailin, and then Huang Hailin's identity has lived for so many years, but in Huang Que's view, Huang Hailin in his mind is only the second uncle in his arms. If, if he can realize a wish, Huang Que hopes that he is still alive, even if he hurts himself again and deceives himself.

"Second Uncle..."

The yellow finch shouted again and hugged it tighter.

When he returned to Qingcheng, it was already in the afternoon. The yellow finch called Yang Qihu. Everyone did not return to October Feng, but met directly at the funeral home.

Yang Qihu's eyes were in tears, and this gangster who fell in the city cried like a child at this moment.

"Sparrow, what's going on?" After dealing with everything, Yang Qihu looked at the yellow finch and asked.

The yellow sparrow choked and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, Uncle Qihu, we lied to you. From the moment we set out, we lied to you."

As he spoke, the yellow finch told the story that everyone got the memory card after Zhao Daotu killed Zhao Zheng.

"What you said is true?"

The yellow sparrow nodded, "Second uncle, he was killed by Zhao Daotu. Zhao Daotu has long known the five poisonous hands, Grandma Sun, and the person who kidnapped Meimei at the beginning are all him!"

Yang Qihu was stunned. His most respected eldest brother actually did such a thing. If others said it, he would not believe it. But now, it's the yellow finch said. What's more, his second brother is dead now. Will the yellow finch still lie at this time?

"What about the second brother? What's the matter with the second brother? Yang Qihu's eyes were tearful, and he pulled the yellow finch's shoulder.

The yellow finch sat on the bench at the door and said silently, "Uncle Qihu, can you give me a cigarette?"

Yang Qihu took out a cigarette, handed it to the yellow finch, and then lit the fire machine. The yellow finch smoked a cigarette and told Yang Qihu everything about his second uncle word by word.

Yang Qihu was silent.

Yang Qihu also felt a kind of deception. It turned out that his two sworn brothers were not really righteous, but they all took a fancy to Yang Qihu's connections. They tried their best to fight for their own selfish desires. They had deceived themselves for more than ten years.

Yang Qihu smoked desperately, and he couldn't accept this iron fact.

After a long time, he seemed to accept it. After all, it is impossible for the yellow finch to lie to him, and the truth is indeed so.

"Sparrow, what are you going to do next?" Yang Qihu looked at the yellow finch.

The yellow finch threw the cigarette on the ground, trampled it out, and then pulled out the broken throat dagger from the belt of his back waist, put it on the thumb of his right hand, tried the blade a few times, and said slowly, "Blood debt and blood pay for blood. No matter from which aspect, Zhao Daotu and Li Er deserve to die. These two people don't deserve to live in this world!"

Yang Qihu looked at him and asked, "Do you know where they are?"

"I don't know, but I will always find it, won't I?" The yellow finch looked at Yang Qihu with a firm face.

Yang Qihu didn't say anything, but just nodded heavily. He understood what Zhou Yi, who existed as Huang Hailin, meant to the yellow finch. The second uncle, the yellow finch will remember it deeply for a lifetime.

The yellow finch did not choose the funeral activity. He just silently held his second uncle's urn. As for the burial cemetery, they still chose the 'Changqing Cemetery', the place where Sun Haihong rested.

In the western suburbs of Qingcheng, Balian Mountain, Changqing Cemetery, there was some gray light rain on this day. This kind of rain is indeed unusual in this season. Maybe the weather also knows that another person died today.

The yellow finch finally informed Qin Yan of this matter. Qin Yan was not too surprised to learn about Huang Hailin's death. She also seemed to realize that it would be such a result. As for Huang Hailin's matter of Zhou Yi, Huang Que did not tell her. He just wanted his second uncle to leave one in Qin Yan's heart. A good memory.

The yellow finch asked Wang Pao, which name should be used on the tombstone, Huang Hailin? Or Zhou Yi?

Wang Pao smoked two cigarettes and finally said, "Use Huang Hailin. He is your second uncle in his life, and I am still Wang Pao. I am the descendant of the old Wang family."

Huang Que knows the meaning of Wang Pao. It is estimated that only Huang Que will be the best person in Zhou Yi's life. For Wang Pao and his dead wife, Zhou Yi is not qualified at all, and Wang Pao can kowtow in front of his tombstone, which is already the end of benevolence.

Standing in front of Huang Hailin's tombstone, everyone's faces were not good-looking. Taking this opportunity, Yuanyuan and Gege added a ray of incense to Sun Haihong.

These two people, more or less, died because of four pieces of precious jade. Now, they are lying in the same place, which has to be said to be a kind of fate.

Today, Qin Yan was wearing a black T-shirt, tied her hair and big sunglasses. Standing in front of Huang Hailin's tombstone, she seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Turning his head, the yellow finch wanted to comfort him, but Qin Yan took the lead in saying, "Sparrow boy, did you mention me when your second uncle left?"

The yellow finch was stunned.

"To tell the truth! Aunt Yan doesn't want you to lie to me!" Qin Yan added.

The yellow finch shook his head, "The second uncle left in a hurry, so..."

Qin Yan smiled bitterly, "Actually, if you don't say it, I also know that in his life, there is no woman like me in his heart at all, sparrow boy, do you know?"

The yellow finch didn't say anything, but felt that Qin Yan was very tired.

Qin Yan moved his steps, and the yellow finch followed him.

She said word by word: "The two of us are not from the same world at all. Being with him is completely my will and my gratitude. For so many years, we are actually more like two strangers. I know that a lot of things have happened to him, and his identity is definitely not just Huang. Hailin is so simple, Quezi, Aunt Yan knows that in fact, you are hiding a lot of things from me about your second uncle, but Aunt Yan also understands that all this is for my good. There are some things that you don't know, don't understand, and be muddle-headed all your life, which may not be a good thing.

"Aunt Rock..."

The yellow finch looked at Qin Yan. He had an impulse. He wanted to tell Qin Yan everything. After all, she had this right.

For so many years, they have not been husband and wife, but they have been better than husband and wife. However, they are a strange couple. Isn't it ridiculous?

"Finch!" Qin Yan took off her sunglasses, and her eyes were red and swollen. She looked at the yellow finch and muttered, "Don't tell me that there is only Huang Hailin in my heart, the man who has been kind to me and has at least never treated Qin Yan badly in his life."

The yellow finch is a little moved. Is this the definition of his second uncle in Qin Yan's heart?

Qin Yan put on his glasses again and said, "Sparrow boy, run a good job of October Maple. That's your second uncle's industry. Also, please always remember me. Whether now or in the future, I will always be your Aunt Yan. This will not change."

"Aunt Yan, I will."

Qin Yan nodded, "I haven't been with your second uncle for a day or two. I can see that you are the person he cares most about in his life, so take good care and be kind to yourself will be the best explanation for your second uncle. Do you understand?"

The yellow finch felt that there were two warm things in its eyes that were about to pour out in an instant.

He turned his head silently and looked at the tombstone. The second uncle who loved him and took care of him would never come back.

The yellow finch saw the king cannon, and he was walking towards himself step by step.

With a calm wry smile on his face, he came to his side and took out a cigarette.

The yellow finch took it and lit it.

"Brother Yellow Sparrow, do you feel that everything has dispersed?" Wang Pao asked.

The yellow finch nodded.

Wang Pao smiled, but smiled reluctantly, "I'm the same. I have no doubts and no mystery, but there is another thing."

"What is it?"

Wang Pao took a sip of smoke and said, "Sweep the scum. At least we are descendants of Bamen. It's impossible to watch those two bastards go unpunished, right?"

"I agree!" Looking at Wang Cannon reluctantly joking, the yellow finch was relieved.

After saying that, the yellow finch took out a book wrapped in oilcloth from his pocket and handed it to Wang Pao, "This is the "Thousands of Machines Change" left by the second uncle. Can you keep it?"

Wang Pao waved his hand and said, "I don't need it. There is no trace in the snow. The world is unparalleled. I can't beat it. Can't I run? Keep it, I think the person he wants to give most should be you, Yellow Finch Brother. Cherish his love for you. To be honest, I'm jealous!"

After Wang Pao finished speaking, he strode forward.

The yellow sparrow looked at Wang Cannon's back, put "Thousands of Machines Change" and followed his footsteps.