C12

Yan Yun looked at the communication device, picked up the signal, and laughed: "What, you miss me?"

After a moment of silence, a middle-aged man's voice came out, "Tomorrow is the day of Old Mo's daughter-in-law's death. In the Heavenly Horse Mountain Cemetery, there might be someone attacking them. You can go down personally."

"Sure, what's the price?" Yan Yun mocked.

"Free." The voice on the other end was very calm.

"I mean how much did you give me? I take care of your old friend. If you don't pay, who will? " It was not easy to get the chance to extort, so Yan Yun was not willing to let it go.

"I can take back the people around Mengmeng." The man's voice on the other end of the phone was very calm, and his expression was also very prim. However, there was a barely noticeable curve to the corner of his mouth.

Yan Yun was silent, this damned uncle actually dared to use Mengmeng's safety to threaten him, he didn't have the demeanor of an expert at all.

"Uncle."

"What is it?"

"You are so despicable."

"Same here."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Yun fell into deep thought.

He suspected the way Mo Le's parents died. Logically speaking, with the wealth of the Mo Family, how could a daughter-in-law have a hard time giving birth? Moreover, since Uncle Mo was once the leader of the Mo Family, he must be a famous person. Someone like him could suppress his emotions to the maximum.

After all, the dead were already enough, with Uncle Mo's intelligence, he would naturally understand Aunt Mo's painstaking efforts and would definitely protect Mo Le well.

However, the Old Master Mo didn't say anything. With his mature and intelligent personality, if there was a problem, he would definitely realize that Yan Yun was after all an outsider. He shouldn't make wild guesses, but he only held doubts in his heart.

The next day, before the sky brightened, three women woke up early.

When Yan Yun got up, the purple apartment was very quiet, the three women had already left long ago.

On the dining table, there was an exceptionally rich breakfast. Tianjin buns, fresh milk bread, boiled eggs were dipped in salt, the fragrance was perfect, causing one's appetite to stir just by looking at them, a piece of paper was left beside, the words written on it were beautiful and small: After breakfast, let's go out with Le Le for one day and cook for ourselves at noon.

Yan Yun looked at the handwritten words, it was written by Chu Yunxi, in the lower right corner, there was a picture of a twisted face, and he could vaguely tell that it was the head of a pig, this must be Lin Muer's hand.

Smiling faintly, Yan Yun lay down on the dining table and started to wolf down his food. Although the few girls had given him the Overlord decree, but that was all for naught, and he was the one who truly benefited from it all. Like now, he had breakfast the moment he woke up, and it was even personally made by the beauties of Chu Yunxi's level.

Half an hour later, Yan Yun arrived at the main road not far from the purple building. He hailed a taxi and said "Heavenly Horse Mountain Cemetery", then leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

After about an hour, the car stopped halfway up the mountain.

After the taxi turned around and left, and the surrounding area was empty, Yan Yun went around the main road and climbed the mountain.

The environment of the Tian Ma Mountain was beautiful. It was just beside the mountain and beside the water. It was a natural Feng Shui treasure land. Looking around, there were countless white spots on the green mountain. There were countless tombstones.

Today, the economic crisis caused prices to skyrocket. The price of housing was frightening, and many people were lamenting that there were no houses to live in before they died and that there was no place to hide them.

Yan Yun looked at the scenery here, and thought, he didn't know if there would still be room for him in this place when Zhang Faner and the others die, but he knew he had to book a few, one for Uncle, one for Zhang Faner, and one for the little monk … Yan Yun counted with his fingers and realized that this was not a small amount of money. It seemed that he had already earned enough money, he couldn't just let them die in the wild!

As he held the few of them and let their imaginations run wild, he gradually approached the top of the mountain.

The higher ups of the Mo Family were definitely better off. The wealth of the Mo Family was enormous, and the places where the sons and daughter-in-law of the Old Master Mo hid would definitely not be much worse.

While walking, Yan Yun's gaze swept across the surroundings, carefully observing the traces left behind in the forest.

Close to the summit, Yan Yun stopped in his tracks. In front of his was a natural cove, facing the Huangpu River, with his back facing the Heavenly Horse Mountain. The scenery was beautiful, his Feng Shui was extremely good.

The flowers, plants and trees in the col were neatly mowed down. Countless tombstones stood there silently. Behind the tombstones, there were countless dead people lying down quietly.

At this moment, there was a large crowd of people standing in the originally quiet col. There were no less than a hundred of them. These people wore different clothes, but their bodies were all black.

Yan Yun's eyesight was extremely good. Even though there was a few hundred metres between the mountain slope and the tombstone, he could still see Old Master Mo and Grandma Mo's figure. The two old men's expressions were dejected as they stood in front of a tombstone.

Mo Family was extremely rich and powerful, and she stayed in the mansion all year round, so it was rare to see him, but it was not appropriate for him to take the liberty of visiting him. As a result, every year, on the day of the Old Master Mo's daughter-in-law's death, many people from the political world would come to attend, just to curry favor with Mo Family.

A hundred people surrounded the black mass. Their faces were all gloomy and the surroundings were completely silent. From the looks of their grief, they seemed to be even more powerful than the Old Master Mo, as if the person who had died was their most respected elder.

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth twitched, he thought, if it wasn't for someone who knew about it, he really wouldn't be able to tell whose family was the one who died!

Not only were there businessmen and politicians, the Beijing Police Department had also sent a lot of people to protect them. These policemen were all dressed in black, making people wonder if they were the people's police, or the Mo Family's private bodyguards.

This was one of the reasons why Yan Yun was unable to get off the mountain. Although a layer of sealing lines had been secretly drawn in the mountain forest, to Yan Yun, the sealing lines of these police officers were like nothing.

Not only him, even the wise assassins knew about it, this kind of seal was like a child playing house. It looked tight, but was in fact filled with loopholes, so, even though he saw that the defense here was tight, Yan Yun still came over.

Old Master Mo lightly glanced at the black masses of people around him, as well as the plain-clothed policemen, a trace of impatience appeared on his face. The day of my daughter-in-law's death, Old Master Mo only wanted to make a clean sacrifice, but he extended his hand to stop hitting the smiling faces, although these people all came to fawn, it was also to show his good intentions, Old Master Mo was helpless, he couldn't possibly take his walking stick and chase them away right?

Yan Yun did not squat down at a spot without moving. He carefully observed the positions of Old Master Mo, Grandma Mo, Mo Yiwen and the others, patrolling around the loudspeaker shaped cove from the jungle area, searching for the best spot to strike.

But, after going around, Yan Yun still did not find anything.

At this moment, his brows were slightly knitted, and he revealed a puzzled expression on his face. Could it be that uncle's intelligence report was wrong? That was almost impossible. Or was the uncle playing with him? Yan Yun shook his head. He wouldn't joke around with his old friends.

Since there were two possibilities that had to be eliminated, there was only one left. The assassin was very cunning, hiding his position very cleverly and avoiding detection.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun's expression became serious, his eyes became sharp, and he started to look around.

Halfway, Yan Yun stopped, his nose slightly moved, he then laughed, and finally found it.