Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Wang Juro turned around and ran away. The door was right in front of him, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

The next moment, I only felt something wrapped around my waist.

He looked down and saw a green vine.

With a 'swish', he was pulled back into the house.

Daoyi mocked him, "Hey, tenth brother, you haven't spoken clearly yet, why are you walking?"

Everyone: "."

Wang Juro looked at her with pity, but the latter was not afraid at all.

Dao Yi: "Tenth brother, why are you looking at me like this? Fifth uncle has something to do with you now."

Her eyes were crooked, but in Wang Julang's opinion, her smile was as cold as a snake's body.

"Fifth Uncle, what did you find out?" In the Huajian Guest House just now, Wang Xuanzhi just guessed that his boss might have problems, but he did not expect that his boss would be involved with his brothers.

"None of you can see me, right?" Wang Julang's eyes turned red, "Brother Ninth, you also believe what outsiders say. If you don't believe your own brothers, do you want to kill me?"

It is self-evident who the people outside are referring to.

Wang Xuanzhi was slightly cold and said: "It has nothing to do with others. I only believe what I see in front of me. Tenth brother, if you didn't do anything, why did you run away?"

Wang Julang sneered, "Haha", "Now that there are many of you, you have the final say. No matter how I argue, it will be of no use."

Wang Xuanzhi: "If you hadn't done it, we wouldn't have wronged you; but if you had really done something that harmed your clan members, even Seventeenth Uncle wouldn't be able to protect you."

Wang Julang's face froze: "I have never done anything you mentioned. I just heard you talk about monsters. I was just scared for a moment and wanted to leave."

Hearing this, Dao Yi wanted to applaud him.

However, the smell that Xiao Bifang mentioned and the debt she saw cannot be used as convincing evidence.

Only by having actual evidence can the other party be able to hide.

Uncle Wang Wu seemed to hear her voice. He asked Wang Juro, "Juro, how much did you get from the benefits given by Huajianke's boss?" As soon as he thought of Huajianke's boss and looked at Wang Juro, his heart was almost filled with tears. Ice package.

Wang Julang shook his head, "I don't understand what Uncle Wu is talking about."

"See for yourself!" Uncle Wang was so angry that he took out a stack of paper from his sleeve and threw it directly in his face.

On Wang Julang's face, a small blood mark was scratched on the corner of the paper.

With a nonchalant touch, he knelt down and picked up the paper on the ground.

With just one glance, his pupils suddenly trembled, and the paper was deformed in his hands.

His lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood, "Uncle Wu, I have never seen where these things came from. Someone must be setting me up."

The disappointment in Uncle Wang's eyes could no longer be hidden.

He bent down on the ground, picked up a piece of paper, and showed it to Wang Julang, "You can say that others are slandering you, but what about this one?"

There was a seal on the contract, and the word "Miao" with a pen and a dragon and a snake surrounding it was surrounded by plum blossoms.

Wang Julang felt his heart beating loudly and his throat was very dry.

His voice was very harsh at the beginning, "Maybe someone took my seal and signed these things with others just to frame me. After all, I am a descendant of the Wang family."

Uncle Wang: "Oh, you still remember that you are a descendant of the Wang family!"

He asked again: "Then do you still remember how you got this seal?"

Wang Julang's whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His face suddenly turned pale, and he pursed his lips, unable to say a word.

How could he not remember that seal?

That was made by Aye himself when he was ten years old.

He loved plum blossoms. When it snowed in winter, only the red plum blossoms in the snow attracted his attention the most. They are the most dazzling and eye-catching existence in winter.

Knowing that he liked it, Aye carved it with his own hands and gave it to him on his tenth birthday. The wonderful character inside was his name.

When he received the seal, he thought for a moment that he was a red plum in the snow, enjoying the baptism of the world's gaze.

From then on, even when bathing, he would place it wherever he could see it.

Almost everyone in the tribe knows this.

Among the contracts signed with the Huajian Hakka, this was the only one for which he had used that seal.

At that time, the owner thought that even the seal on the side could not prove his sincerity, so he agreed in a moment of confusion.

When he was a child, he thought he liked red plums. As he grew older, he realized that he just enjoyed the red plums and the attention he got.

"It seems that you still remember it, and it is not in vain for Seventeenth Brother's hard work." Uncle Wang changed the subject again, "It's a pity that the seal does not let people down, but people fail to live up to that seal."

He said: "If you do this, how will you teach your seventeenth brother how to face your clan members?"

Wang Julang suddenly felt lucky that he, Aye, was not at home today.

However, what people are afraid of is what comes.

"Wang Miaozhi, what have you done?!" Uncle Seventeen's voice came from behind him.

Wang Julang didn't dare to look back. His Aye would only call his name, not his words, when he was extremely angry.

Thinking about it carefully, as he has grown up, there is only one time in his memory when he almost lost Adi, which aroused Aye's anger.

Was he really wrong?

Wang Julang said in confusion, "Aye."

"Damn it, no one in the clan has ever felt sorry for you. You actually did something that ruined the whole clan." Uncle Seventeen was so angry that his chest ached.

Recently, he had been feeling that Wang Miaozhi was uneasy, so he took people to investigate. Unexpectedly, he had just found out the evidence here and had obtained all the evidence there.

Even if he found out, there was no way he could hide such a big thing.

It’s about genocide!

Suddenly, Uncle Seventeen thought of what Dao Yi said before.

At that time, she asked her whether the descendants in her family were filial, and said that Shiyi was not the one, and that the murderer who harmed the tribe was also a descendant of the Wang family.

His eyes were suddenly filled with a glimmer of hope.

"Second mother, is there anything you can do?" Uncle Seventeen almost begged.

Dao Yi shook his head, "This matter needs to be decided by Wang."

Wang Shiyilang on the side had long been stunned.

Two days ago, he was thinking at his ancestral graves about which of his 'good brothers' was responsible for harming the entire clan.

Unexpectedly, he turned out to be his biological brother.

"Brother!" Wang Shiyi called out, as he usually calls him at home.

Wang Julang looked at his blood relatives and then at his clan relatives.

"I" he opened his mouth, his throat was extremely dry, "I didn't want to, I didn't know, it would hurt you."

Wang Shilang held his head in pain, "I really, I really don't want to. The Hao Dong family only wanted to use the Wang family's ancestral tomb to recuperate, because the Wang family has many talented people and the feng shui of the ancestral tomb is good, so..."

"Are you a fool? Is this how I teach you?"

Uncle Seventeen almost jumped up and cursed, "That is the ancestral tomb of our Wang family. You actually let outsiders in. What are you doing?"

Uncle Wang didn't want to listen to his reasons anymore. He said, "Hao Dong's family is human, why would he help a monster?"

good afternoon!

Maybe it’s because I studied in the morning, but my coding was slower in the afternoon.