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Chapter 399 Village Chief, Han Fushan

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    Shen Mengfei didn't answer immediately, but looked at the man over fifty years old in front of him for a while and asked.

    "How did Han Baishan die?"

    Han Zhilin didn't know about this issue, but he was sure that his father was dead, because it was difficult to survive under the dirt.

    The man looked at Han Zhilin with a sullen face and asked.

    "Who are they? Let me tell you Han Zhilin, although your father is gone, this family is still there! Don't bring some messy people into your home, what's going on with this Taoist priest!"

    Shen Mengfei snorted coldly: "What kind of messed up people, we are walking in Taoism, so please pay attention to what you say!"

    I was speechless to the extreme with my attitude towards Shen Mengfei, so I hurried forward to speak.

    "Uncle, we are the people Mr. Han invited to do things for his father, and we have no malice towards Mr. Han."

    Han Zhilin also hurriedly explained.

    "Cheng, Uncle Cheng, I invited them to do things. Tell me how my father died."

    Uncle Cheng didn't have a good impression of us, but he finally sighed.

    "Your dad suffered a sudden heart attack. According to your Uncle Xia, your dad probably ate magic rice and couldn't stand everything in the illusion, so he was frightened to death."

    "Fart!" Han Zhilin shouted immediately: "There was something dirty that night that wanted to kill our father and son, how could it be because of magic rice!"

    Uncle Cheng was taken aback by Han Zhilin's voice, recovered his senses and hurriedly asked.

    "What are you talking about, what kind of dirty thing, didn't you go out of the village that night? I still heard the sound of your car driving!"

    Han Zhilin gritted his teeth and said.

    "It was my dad who told me to run for my life. In the village" At this point, Han Zhilin fell silent.

    Uncle Cheng looked anxious and continued.

    "What's going on, you tell me!"

    Han Zhilin took a deep breath and asked.

    "Where's my dad?"

    "Buried in the back mountain."

    "Who, who buried it?"

    "The big guys help together, and you are not around, who else can there be except the villagers."

    "Thank you, thank you."

    Han Zhilin thanked us rather feebly, and then said to us.

    "I want to go to the back mountain to see my father first."

    Uncle Cheng said dissatisfied: "What are you talking to them about? What's the age, what do you still believe in Buddhist rituals? What's the use of calling them here!"

    The faces of Shen Mengfei and the others changed slightly, and I spoke first.

    "Mr. Han, let's go to the back mountain to have a look first."

    Our party bid farewell to Uncle Cheng and went straight to the back mountain.

    On the way, Shen Mengfei said to me with a cold face.

    "Wang Wentao, you'd better recognize your own position, we are not your subordinates, so don't speak for us there."

    I didn't have a good face either, and said sarcastically.

    "Do you think you can find out anything by being vicious, or being superior to others? Either we should separate now, or restrain your temper, and don't delay our search for clues."

    "you!"

    "You, you, you, either leave, or find someone who can talk, don't delay everyone!"

    Master Qingyi frowned and waved his hands, blocking Shen Mengfei's next words, looking at me and saying.

    "You are right. Before we part, you will speak on our behalf."

    Ning An and Ji Fangming were quite annoyed by Daoist Qingyi's order-like tone, but I winked at them, and it didn't bother me.

    Qingyi and the others are used to being superior, and whenever something happens, the employer respectfully invites them out of the mountain without giving anyone any face.

    The situation is different now, and I don't bother to argue with Qingyi and the others, if it wasn't for finding out the truth, I wouldn't care who they are.

    The back mountain is at the end of the street, and we met other people along the way.

    Many people stopped in their yards, looked at us curiously, and then whispered.

    However, some young people greeted Han Zhilin, but the tone did not sound so friendly.

    ? After all, Han Zhilin's father's first seven years have passed, and Han Zhilin, as a son, has just returned, and it is ethically unjustifiable.

    When we got to the back mountain, we could see a cemetery with a relatively good environment. Han Zhilin was silent all the way, and trembling all over when he came here.

    With a sigh in my heart, I also found Han Baishan's tomb.

    &nbsp"Han Zhilin stood in front of the tomb for a long time as if he had lost his soul, then knelt down on the ground and cried.

    "I haven't seen you for the last time, son, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

    I felt uncomfortable watching it, but I couldn't persuade me to say anything.

    Don't persuade others to be kind if you don't know other people's affairs. This is the same principle.

    Han Zhilin didn't say anything else, knelt on the ground and wept silently, his lips trembled, and he blamed himself very much.

    Not long after we arrived, a rather old voice came from behind.

    "Xiao Han is back."

    We turned around and looked, but it was an old man in his seventies, walking tremblingly.

    Han Zhilin turned his head and introduced us.

    "This is Han Fushan, the village chief."

    Then, Han Zhilin stood up and wiped away his tears, saying guiltily.

    "The village chief has been busy with my dad's affairs, thank you for your hard work."

    Han Fushan shook his head, looked at Han Baishan's tombstone, and sighed.

    "Where did you go for such a big thing?"

    Han Zhilin looked slightly hesitant, I shook my head at him, he said.

    "me¡­¡­"

    Han Fushan waved his hand and asked again.

    "Are they the priests you invited?"

    Han Zhilin said hurriedly.

    "It's the master I invited to do things for Dad."

    Han Fushan nodded, glanced at us one by one, and then arched his hands.

    "I'm sorry for the inconvenience of the priests. My child, although your father is gone, your family is still there. This is the Han family village. We are all one family. If you have anything you can't think of, just come to me. Don't give up on yourself."

    Han Zhilin nodded quickly, and then we watched Han Fushan leave.

    When Han Fushan was gone, Ning An frowned slightly.

    "Why do I always feel that this village head is a bit difficult."

    Han Zhilin said without waiting for us to ask.

    "The village head is more than ten years older than my dad, and he is the oldest person in the village. Since I was a child, the village head has been very prestigious in my memory. Everyone in the village listens to him. There is nothing that can't be solved.  I look to him for everything, and my dad also respects the village chief."

    I pondered and asked: "Is the village chief presiding over the phantom plant?"

    Han Zhilin shook his head and said.

    "I don't know about this, but I think it is impossible for the village head to decide on such a big matter as Huanzhu. Sorry, I really know very little about Huanzhu. I will ask Uncle Cheng when I go back.  , he must know."

    I nodded and said, "There are too few clues right now, so we have to learn more about Han Family Village. Mr. Han, should we stay a little longer, or go back to your house first?"

    Han Zhilin glanced at the tombstone, turned around and said.

    "Go home." (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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