Grave Robber: Go crazy!You call this going to the grave?

Mo Han was really hungry.

Strictly speaking, he hasn't cooked for at least a few decades.

So, at the beginning, I couldn't help eating bowl after bowl, even though the food here was not that delicious.

This made Ye Cheng feel a little at a loss, what exactly has Mo Han experienced in these years?
When he left at two o'clock in the afternoon, Ye Cheng paid one thousand and thirteen at the check.

A bowl of noodles costing eight yuan can cost more than 1000 yuan, and Ye Cheng didn't know where to start complaining.

But all these subtle emotions turned into shock when Mo Han took him to Ye Jianshu's shop.

In terms of age, Ye Jianshu can also be regarded as the three words "ancestor".

But not long after he came out of the tomb, he was able to perfectly integrate with modern society?
Moreover, it is obvious that they are very harmonious.

Ye Jianshu was blowing air-conditioning in the store, and a group of young men and women were drinking coffee in the store and peeping at him.

A handsome and unparalleled person is welcome everywhere.

Ye Jianshu seemed to feel the eyes of the two, looked up, and then looked at the book in his hand with a blank expression.

Mo Han was very shameless, he leaned over and said with a smile:
"Jianshu, look, he brought it back properly~"

"Ah."

Ye Jian didn't lift his head, and continued to read after answering, as if Mo Han didn't exist.

Mo Han didn't care about his attitude, he sat down on the stool next to him, and greeted the front desk:
"Excuse me, two glasses of spiritual wine."

The front desk had already received Ye Jianshu's order, and upon hearing this, he immediately went to the back kitchen to bring two glasses of chilled wine.

Picking up two cups, Mo Han handed Ye Cheng a cup, and said with a smile:

"Try it quickly, you won't have time to be so leisurely in a while."

Ye Cheng didn't understand what Mo Han meant, he took the cup and drank it down, feeling extremely refreshed all over.

It was the first time Ye Cheng experienced the refreshment from top to bottom from wine.

"Is this called spirit wine? It's really unique."

Ye Cheng couldn't help admiring, but before Mo Han could get complacent, the phone rang untimely.

"It's time to go."

Mo Han sighed with emotion, sat back on the stool, and Ye Cheng went out knowingly to answer the phone.

But after hearing what the other person said, Ye Cheng frowned instantly.

He slowly opened his mouth and said:

"So, you are now linked?"

"Yeah, little brother Ye, I still need to ask for your help in this matter, after all, not everyone can calm down this devil..."

Fang Zhixiao hurriedly said what was in his heart, and Ye Cheng frowned even tighter.

"Okay, I see, I'll be there in two hours."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Cheng thought for a while before clicking on an app to book a first-class flight to Hancheng.

……

Ling family.

Elder Ling sat on the gentleman's chair, looking at the person in front of him calmly.

His voice was calm, but his hands were tightly clutching the handle of the chair, obviously quite shocked in his heart.

"Ran'er, don't be affected by this incident..."

"Don't be affected by mentality?"

The person in front of him was Ling Ran, his face was covered with frost, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"Master Ling, you speak so easily."

She wept blood, her eyes were full of sadness, as if a crystal liquid was produced.

"What I said at the beginning was very good. As long as I do things for the Ling family, you can be responsible for Jiang Yiyun's physical condition indefinitely."

"Despite brain death, the body can still live."

"And I also said that the Sanskrit sound on Putuo Mountain only drives away the soul, and there is still a chance of resurrection if the soul is recovered."

Unbearable flashed in Ling Lao's eyes, but after all the matter had happened, he still sighed helplessly and said:

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's your father... Besides, the matter of the soul is a fantasy."

Ling Ran laughed ironically, opened his palm, and a few copper coins appeared instantly, implying endless power.

"The Arabian Nights... Mr. Ling, then you mean that I am juggling, right?"

Elder Ling fell silent.

It's not that he doesn't want to protect Jiang Yiyun, but from the bottom of his heart, he doesn't really believe that Jiang Yiyun can survive.

Therefore, even though he called for someone to protect Jiang Yiyun, he acquiesced to this matter in his heart.

He hoped that after this incident, Ling Ran could concentrate on thinking about his future instead of pinning everything on the dead Jiang Yiyun.

The forbearance in Ling Ran's eyes no longer exists, replaced by the windless and automatic black windbreaker buzzing.

"Since Jiang Yiyun is not well protected, then I don't need to be a dog of your Ling family."

Ling Ran has no expression on her face, at least she looks expressionless—but in fact, as long as she senses it casually, she will know that she is full of killing intent at the moment.

Ling Lao rubbed the center of his brows, opened his mouth for a long time, but the words turned a corner:
"Then where can you go after leaving the Ling family, to find that kid surnamed Ye?"

Ling Ran was taken aback.

Immediately, the anger in her eyes became more intense, and she said almost word by word, as if gnashing her teeth:

"Nothing to do with you!"

On the surface, Ling Lao was worried about Ling Ran's copper coin curse.

But in the end, Ling Lao suddenly discovered that the curse could not be cleared.

What if the curse is cleared and the function of copper coins disappears?
Therefore, Ling Lao was clearly on the opposite side with Ling Sheng before, but now, the father and son are united.

Ling Ran left here neatly, but Ling Lao didn't stop him, but instead made a phone call.

And that phone call was for Qin Yuntian to tell Fang Zhixiao to contact Ye Cheng and ask him to go to Ling's house.

Not long after, the sound of Ye Cheng's footsteps came from the door, and when he walked into the reception hall, he immediately saw Ling Lao who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Ling have something to do with me?"

The Ling family has served the country and the people for generations, and he has a bit of respect in his heart.

"Recently, I've troubled you to take care of Ran'er. She's a bit headstrong. Didn't she bother you?"

Elder Ling opened his eyes, with a gentle look in his eyes, and the feeling of speaking was very kind.

Ye Cheng frowned inexplicably, this feeling always felt very fake.

He has seen people who are really kind to others, and Shen Nong counts as one.

Anyone would be convinced by Shennong's feeling of spring breeze.

And Ling Lao in front of him seemed to be pretending to be like this in front of him.

Not right.

Ye Cheng frowned and then let go, with a faint smile on his face, and a little alienation in his voice:

"Not really. Ling Ran has helped me a lot. Instead of saying that I take care of her, it's better to say that she takes care of me."

"That's good, then you should also know that there is something special about her..."

Speaking of this, Ling Lao deliberately slowed down his voice, and stared at his expression, as if he wanted to see something.

"Speciality?"

It was just beyond Ling Lao's expectation, but Ye Cheng was full of bewilderment, scratched his head and said:

"What is special? Can a woman still be so good at it? Well, she is indeed very special."

Ling Lao narrowed his eyes, and the gentleness he pretended disappeared instantly, replaced by a gloomy face...