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The guards outside also quickly drew their guns and pointed them at the roof of the sunroom.

A young man, about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, jumped down from the roof.

The man landed calmly. Even with so many guns pointed at him, he was not afraid at all.

He walked towards the elder.

The guards shouted in unison: "Stop! Put your hands up!"

The man turned his back to the guard, smiled as if he was not taking it seriously, and then slowly raised his hands.

The elder looked at him through the glass of the sun room. Seeing that he looked unfamiliar and was not someone he knew, he asked, "Young man, who are you? What do you want from me?"

The man sneered again, "You elder are really forgetful. You remember Lu Xun but not Murong Han."

How could the elders not remember?

They were his two lieutenant generals during the war and his left and right arms.

Unfortunately, one of them sacrificed himself to block the bullet for him, and the other died due to serious injuries and wound infection.

The elder looked at the young man again and found that although he was young, there was a sense of awe between his brows. He must be no ordinary person.

He stared into his eyes and slowly asked, "Could it be that you are Murong Han's relative?"

The man snorted, "I heard that the old thief Mei was caught. I came to give him a ride."

The elder's face suddenly showed excitement.

He sheathed the gun, put it on his waist, and walked quickly towards the young man, forgetting to take his crutches.

The leading guard warned: "Elder, be careful of fraud."

The elder strode forward and said, "Put away your guns, too. This child must be Murong's descendant."

The guards didn't dare to accept it. They didn't want to take the risk.

The elder walked up to the young man, grasped his hand, and a loving smile appeared on his majestic face. He looked him up and down, "Child, what is your name?"

The man said, "His name is just Heng. Wang Xingheng."

The elder smiled and praised: "Murong Heng, Heng is a beautiful jade, and jade represents the virtue of a gentleman. What a good name, what a good name!"

Murong Heng didn't smile at all, he just asked, "When will the old thief Mei be executed?"

"It's still under strict investigation. The procuratorate has already intervened and the case will be transferred to the court. If nothing unexpected happens, the execution will take place within the next three to five months."

Murong Heng glanced at him and said, "It's better not to have any accidents."

He threw a card with a string of numbers written on it into the elder's palm and said, "This is my cell phone number. Call me on the day when the old thief Mei is executed."

After saying that, he turned and left.

The elder held the business card in his hand and was about to take a closer look when he saw that he was about to leave. He quickly stretched out his right hand to him and called out, "Kid, where are you working now? Are you living well? If possible, please stay and help me."

Saying "help" was a humble word, actually he meant to take care of Murong Heng.

Murong Heng sneered, "To be with the emperor is like being with a tiger. If my grandfather had been an ordinary soldier, he might have lived to this day. There are treacherous people around you who look like loyal people. You are helping the tyrant to do evil."

Reaching the edge of the terrace, he jumped down.

By the time the elder walked over, he was already far away.

The elder stared at the direction where he disappeared, feeling lost.

He had read Mei Yinchen's confession. At that time, he was busy meeting the enemy and commanding the war on the front line. He was so busy that he did not expect that the deputy generals were scheming against each other and Mei Yinchen secretly killed Murong Han.

The enemy is hateful, but the traitor who harms you is even more hateful!

The elders wished they could grind Mei Yinchen to dust immediately!

But due to his status, he had to act prudently.

He got his phone, dialed Yuan Jun's number, and told him: "Ajun, send someone to check on Murong Heng."

Yuan Jun asked: "Who is Murong Heng?"

The elder said: "The descendants of my beloved general Murong Han."

He gave Murong Heng's cell phone number and said, "This is his contact information. If he's having a hard time, try to help him out. I think he's quite a man, so when you help him, be tactful and don't offend him."

Yuan Jun wrote down the number and replied, "Understood."

Since he is the descendant of his grandfather's beloved general, Yuan Jun naturally cannot neglect him.

After sending someone to check, they found that the owner of this mobile phone number was surnamed Mu, Mu Heng.

I guess he changed his surname because he was afraid of being harmed.

Yuan Jun dialed Murong Heng's cell phone number and said, "Hello, Brother Murong, I am Yuan Jun, the grandson of the elder. I heard that you are in Kyoto. It happens that I am also in Kyoto today. Do you have time? I would like to invite you to have a simple meal."

Murong Heng said in a cold voice: "No need, just let me know when the old thief Mei dies."

"If there's anything you need from our Yuan family, you can tell me."

"No need."

"I'm looking at your store..."

Murong Heng interrupted him, "No need to investigate me. I came to Kyoto for no reason. I just want to see Mei Yinchen being sent to the guillotine so that I can burn paper money at my grandfather's grave."

After saying that, he ended the call.

Yuan Jun thought to himself, this man is indeed a man of character.

What he didn't know was that twenty years later, he would have another connection with him.

Five months later.

The cases of Mei Yinchen and Zong Ting were sentenced successively in the Supreme Court.

Because so many people are involved and to avoid causing unrest among the people, everything is done in a low-key manner and the media is not allowed to report extensively.

Mei Yinchen was sentenced to death.

Several of his children and grandchildren, his eldest daughter and son-in-law, and his accomplices who committed serious crimes were also sentenced to prison and deprived of their political rights for life. Other people involved in the case were sentenced one by one according to their crimes.

The Mei Xiang couple had always stayed away from the Mei family's power center and their careers were related to art, so they had no major interests in the Mei family. However, because they knew about the crime but did not report it, they were convicted of harboring a criminal and sentenced to one year in prison.

People like Zong Ting were also sentenced to death one by one because they were involved in many cases, and the rest were also dealt with according to law.

The weather was fine those days, but on the day of the execution the sky was covered with dark clouds.

The sky was gloomy, like a huge black clock turned upside down.

There were bursts of crows' cries near the execution ground, and a few vultures came from nowhere and circled low in the sky, as if they couldn't wait to swoop down and eat human flesh.

Zong Ting was executed before Mei Yinchen.

In just five months, his plump body had become as thin as a skeleton, his loose and wrinkled skin drooped down, and his greasy face became as thin as a dry and wrinkled walnut.

He stood dejectedly on the execution ground. There was a terrible stench in his pants and smelly yellow water kept dripping down his pants.

He was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels and bladder.

Only then did I realize that when a person is about to die, everything is just a passing cloud.

Those who do evil will eventually be punished.

But if he could go back to that time, he would still repeat the same mistakes, pursuing money, beauties, sensual pleasures, power and influence, and doing whatever he wants. Isn't that great!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Eight gunshots.

Zong Ting and other accomplices fell to the ground one after another!

Because Zong Ting was too scared, he dodged instinctively and the bullet did not hit his heart.

After a brief numbness, there is tremendous pain!

The overwhelming pain was more unbearable than the abdominal pain Qinghui brought him!

At this moment, he just wanted to die and end his life quickly.

Falling face first onto the ground, he knew he was about to be shot again.

But the additional shot was delayed.

The vultures in the sky suddenly flew down diagonally and pounced on his body!

He watched as the vulture shredded his pants and tore off a piece of flesh from his thigh.