【Grave Robbers' Chronicles】The Smoke and the Return of the Soul

Jie family total handicap.

"Have you heard that Huaer Ye didn't come out when he was robbing the tomb, and died in the tomb."

"I heard about it. You know what? That tomb is quite weird. The Xie family sent people down there several times, but no one came back. Not long ago, I went down there myself, and I haven't returned yet."

"Don't tell me, Master Hua hasn't come back for so long, there's probably no hope."

"Yes."

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The room was full of people. The sound of men and women whispering filled the entire room, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of restlessness.

Some people began to lose patience and stood up and shouted: "In the past, Huaer Ye was always the first to come. Why hasn't he come today? Could he really have died in the fight as the rumors say?"

No one answered. The man seemed to know that no one would answer and continued to talk to himself: "There has been no news from Huaer Ye for so long, I don't think he will come back. Everyone, just go back and stop making trouble here. Why don't you come to my place and sit down."

"Hong boy, what do you mean? If Huaer Ye hadn't come today, you would have planned to set up your own business?" an elder said to the man.

"Mr. Fan, look at what you are saying. How can this be called starting your own business? I just thought that you all have a lot of things to do at the dock, and I don't want you to waste your time waiting here in vain. If you really want to chat, come to my place. I will talk to you, don't you agree?" The man surnamed Hong quickly retorted.

"Old man, I see you are from the older generation and I don't want to argue with you. Huaerye hasn't been here for so long, it's obvious that he will never come back. Instead of us just guarding here, we might as well divide what should be divided and merge what should be merged as soon as possible. Don't you all listen to me?" Someone else spoke loudly.

"Yes!" The crowd began to make a commotion.

"You..." Mr. Fan was speechless.

"Bang" the door was pushed open by external force, making a loud noise, attracting everyone's attention.

Nan Yan was wearing a tight black dress and had her hair tied up. She was standing at the door. She had just retracted her foot that was about to kick the door, and her high ponytail was swaying gently in the wind.

"I think you all are having a great time chatting!" Nan Yan looked at everyone and said with a smile.

"Who the hell are you? Is this a place you can enter just because you want to? Could it be that you have admired me for a long time and came here specifically to find me?"

The man surnamed Hong looked at Nan Yan's proud figure outlined by the tights, and walked towards Nan Yan with lustful eyes.

"Yes, come here, brother." Nan Yan said with an increasingly seductive smile, raising her hand and reaching out to the man.

"Who let this in? You're just making trouble. Hurry up and give it to me..."

Before Mr. Fan could even utter the three words "take him out", he stood there in a daze.

Nan Yan, who was only 1.7 meters tall, used one hand to pinch the neck of the 1.80-meter-tall man in front of him and lifted him up, sneering and saying, "Good brother, do you think this is fun?"

"Let me go...quickly...let me go."

The man tried hard to pry open the hand that was strangling his life, trying to save himself, but found that he could not shake Nan Yan's power at all.

The man's eyes were gradually filled with fear as he looked at Nan Yan. His hands, which had been struggling hard, slowly lost their strength and he could only stare at Nan Yan with horror.

"You should be thankful that we live in a society ruled by law and I am a law-abiding citizen."

Nan Yan had no interest in killing people in modern society, so she threw the man aside like trash, took out a pack of wet tissue from her pocket, tore open the package, wiped her hands that had touched the man one by one with the wet tissue, and walked to the main seat.

The man on the ground took deep breaths, his panting sounds particularly obvious in the quiet room.

"Who are you?" Mr. Fan looked at Nan Yan and wondered what this person was doing here. If he was here to provoke us, then we would be in trouble.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to know that I stand on the side of your Master Huaer. I'm here today to take over the affairs of Master Huaer. Please cooperate with me, otherwise some things will be beyond your control."

Nan Yan raised her hand, touched the cold armrest, turned around and sat down, looking at the people who were whispering to each other.