At the same time, countless aristocratic families in the capital, Shanghai, Xiangxi, Hangzhou, and many other places took action.
Zhang Yuanming's phone exploded the moment the little boy's voice appeared.
Aristocratic Family Heritage was different from the netizens. The netizens guessed that they were all mountain spirits.
The aristocratic families, on the other hand, were concerned about longevity
Tomb No. 3!
Gongshu Yunjin had already woken up from his shock.
He sized up the little boy in front of him, and a look of inferiority actually appeared in his eyes.
He was really too good-looking.
That tender face seemed to be made in heaven, perfect and flawless.
Just one look and you would be mesmerized for a long time.
Looking at the immersed Gongshu Yunjin, Ye Fan nodded secretly.
As expected of a figure at the level of a family head. He could quickly recover his calm when he saw an existence like him in such a place.
Even so, such a temperament was not something that ordinary people could possess.
"I'm Gongshu Yunjin. What's your name?”
As he spoke, Gongshu Yunjin's face turned red, and his voice became murmuring.
Looking at her ghastly appearance, Ye Fan was stunned.
What the hell was that expression? Shouldn't it be fear? Or beg for mercy, or at least fight back.
Why did he feel like someone had taken a fancy to him?
In fact, Gongshu Yunjin was also filled with contradictions at this moment.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she felt deeply attracted to the boy the moment she saw him.
He was even unable to extricate himself.
This was something she had never seen in her thirty years of life.
Of course, she wasn't to blame.
Ye Fan's current body was transformed from the Kunlun fetus.
He seized the fortune of the world and gathered the essence of the sun and moon!
It was the most perfect existence created by heaven and earth.
It was equivalent to a protagonist with a protagonist halo, the darling of heaven and earth.
Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, they would feel an incomparable sense of familiarity the moment they saw him.
He had no desire to make a move at all.
Looking at Gongshu Yunjin's increasingly terrifying gaze, Ye Fan actually shuddered.
"Um."
Just as Ye Fan was about to speak, Gongshu Yunjin jumped up.
He suddenly pounced at Ye Fan. A dagger made of wood had appeared in his hand at some point.
It stabbed towards Ye Fan's chest.
Because of her jump, the clothes that had blocked the camera were all lifted.
Ye Fan was immediately exposed in front of the camera, but only the lower half of his body was exposed. Then, it went black again.
Seeing Gongshu Yunjin explode, Ye Fan quickly dodged. It had been a long time since he had seen a living person.
Of course, she would still end up in a coffin.
Especially since this woman called Gongshu Yunjin was so considerate.
They even prepared their own coffins and were just waiting to enter!
Why should he use his own brain?
Most importantly, the coffin was in good condition.
If he didn't use it, it would simply be a waste of a heavenly treasure!
Just as he was about to dodge, Gongshu Yunjin, who had yet to jump up, fell to the ground.
The wooden dagger accurately stabbed into her heart and she died.
She didn't even know how she died.
"D * mn, he's using his life to scam me!”
Looking at Gongshu Yunjin, who was already dead, Ye Fan shrugged.
He kept repeating her name until his eyes narrowed.
"Gongshu family? Could he really be a descendant of Lu Ban?"
Ye Fan had already guessed this when Ah Da and the others came in.
However, their names were too simple and crude. They actually ranked from Ah Da to Ah Qi.
There was no one with a surname, so he did not have any direct evidence.
However, it was still verified by this woman.
He turned to look around the tomb and shook his head in dissatisfaction.
Now that the descendants of Lu Ban had been invited, only the gods knew who else would appear.
"Looks like we still have to expand!"
As he spoke, Ye Fan's body disappeared from the second tomb chamber.
"Gongshu Yunjin is dead!"
When Zhang Yuanming heard that there was no more movement in the live broadcast room, his face instantly turned sallow.
He slumped onto the stool, his eyes glazed over.
Too many people had died in a small grave.
"Why don't we forget about it?"
A weak voice muttered.
Zhang Yuanming looked at Papa's grave not far away and felt a sense of fear from the bottom of his heart.
This was the first time in his life that he had such a feeling.
You also say Liao Zhai ~ I also say Liao Zhai
The sudden ringing of his phone interrupted Zhang Yuanming's thoughts.
Looking at the unknown number on the screen, she picked it up angrily.
"Damn it! I'm not buying a house or insurance!"
"Zhang Yuanming, are you tired of living? How can you talk to me like that?”
Hearing the familiar voice on the phone, Zhang Yuanming suddenly shivered.
"Oh, it's the boss. Do you have any instructions?”
Zhang Yuanming's flattering voice sounded, and the gloomy voice on the phone finally became a little better.
"The higher-ups have instructed us to continue developing Papa Grave. They have already sent people over.”
"Understood, understood. I will definitely do it well.”
When the other party hung up the phone, Zhang Yuanming was so angry that he threw the phone out.
"It's all f * cking Nero Zhou. He actually made me take the blame!”
After venting for a while, she finally picked up the phone on the ground with some heartache.
"Looks like I have to get a new one."
Zhang Yuanming was waiting for reinforcements to arrive.
The New York Board of Governors had already received three waves of people.
There was only one person in the first wave. He was a young man in his early twenties, carrying a shining long saber on his back.
Wherever he stood, he gave off an oppressive aura.
The second wave was a middle-aged man in a wheelchair. There was only one servant behind him, and his face was filled with melancholy.
It was as if his wife had died.
The third wave was the strangest. There were as many as ten people, from old to young.
Moreover, everyone was wearing a traditional dress and a scarf.
In the huge conference room, the three parties stared at each other like tigers eyeing their prey.
No one knew what he was thinking.
More importantly, it was filled with the smell of gunpowder.
"Heh, a Rolling Mouse can enter such a place. It seems that this mouse nest is operating well!”
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