Uncle Ya put the fan away, and kept rubbing the fan bone with both hands.

"Didn't you notice that the second master wanted to kill you from the beginning?"

"Found it!"

Uncle Ya turned his head to look at me and sighed, "This shows that he is not dead at all!"

"In the early years, he and Wang Ju competed for the position of president, but in the end, they didn't fight, so they had to give up."

"Now that Wang Ju is unconscious, he is the first to jump out, because he wants to take advantage of other people's desire for revenge and kill you first."

Speaking of which, I also understood, and asked rhetorically.

"So if he drops the ***, it is equivalent to winning people's hearts and making it easier for him to take the position, right?"

Uncle Ya nodded heavily: "Clever!"

"So, the murderer who framed Wang Ju now doesn't matter at all, the important thing is that you must die!"

With such a big black cauldron on my back for no reason, I really panicked.

"What a tiger skin, make a big banner!"

Ji Canghai leaned on the windowsill and crossed his waist to interrupt me: "Such a sinister person, do you still respect him?"

Uncle Ya laughed dryly: "He is an elder of the Three Dynasties, a generation older than me."

"And he has been very peaceful in the past few years, and he has not come out to mess around, and he is quite peaceful, who would have thought that he would not die at all!"

Tut.

As soon as I smacked my teeth, I couldn't help but start to worry.

is old, and he is still competing for fame and fortune.

It's hard to understand.

At this point, there is little room for manoeuvre.

Whether I want to or not, I have to go hard.

I rubbed my face vigorously and asked, "What do you mean next?"

"No matter what, don't leave Monan. Once you're gone, you're sure to abscond."

I hesitated, "We can't show our heads, can we?"

"Yes!"

At this point, I couldn't sit still.

My gold mace is still in Chen Changming's hands, this is my net worth.

Besides, that treasure was given by Ruhai Zhenren himself, and he never dared to lose it!

But I didn't say anything, just nodded lightly and spoke again.

"Then we can't just keep hiding, when will it be a head?"

Uncle Ya pouted: "Or, let Wang Ju wake up and tell the truth."

"Or, you'll have to find evidence to prove your innocence."

Resurrecting a vegetative person is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

There is only a second option before me, to prove my innocence.

I couldn't help but shake my head and smile bitterly, "Now no one believes what I say, and everyone who can prove it is dead, how can I prove it?"

Uncle Ya nodded to himself: "I can only catch the inner ghost!"

Suddenly, he squeezed my hand hard and shook it gently: "Get out the inner ghost and force him to tell the truth."

"Now that you're the murderer, you have to be turned into a victim, and there's room for a turnaround!"

Suddenly, I opened my mouth and slapped my thigh hard: "Okay! I see!"

Uncle Ya was not shocked, and whispered.

"Also, there will be dark grass in spring, so you must not go to a crowded place!"

As soon as these words came out, my heart suddenly jumped.

Dark grass, this is a long-lost trade.

They hid in the crowd, either as peddlers or beggars in the streets.

Shape, all walks of life, it is impossible to prevent it.

Anyone around me could be a dark grass.

Although this group of people does not usually have to work for the gang, the gang needs to be supported with a lot of money all year round.

Once something goes wrong, they will be the last and most advantageous knife for the gang!

But now that technology is so advanced, no gang is willing to use money to support a group of idlers.

This is the main reason why this industry has disappeared.

This Ivy Spring Festival is really an old tradition, and there is still a group of dark grasses.

I took a deep breath, "Then let's go back and pack our things overnight tonight and go find another place to go."

"Huh?"

Uncle Ya suddenly asked, "Do you have a little intersection with Yueming Tower?"