C12 (2/2)

The environment of the Tian Ma Mountain was beautiful. It was just beside the mountain and beside the water. It was a natural Feng Shui treasure land. Looking around, there were countless white spots on the green mountain. There were countless tombstones.

Today, the economic crisis caused prices to skyrocket. The price of housing was frightening, and many people were lamenting that there were no houses to live in before they died and that there was no place to hide them.

Yan Yun looked at the scenery here, and thought, he didn't know if there would still be room for him in this place when Zhang Faner and the others die, but he knew he had to book a few, one for Uncle, one for Zhang Faner, and one for the little monk … Yan Yun counted with his fingers and realized that this was not a small amount of money. It seemed that he had already earned enough money, he couldn't just let them die in the wild!

As he held the few of them and let their imaginations run wild, he gradually approached the top of the mountain.

The higher ups of the Mo Family were definitely better off. The wealth of the Mo Family was enormous, and the places where the sons and daughter-in-law of the Old Master Mo hid would definitely not be much worse.

While walking, Yan Yun's gaze swept across the surroundings, carefully observing the traces left behind in the forest.

Close to the summit, Yan Yun stopped in his tracks. In front of his was a natural cove, facing the Huangpu River, with his back facing the Heavenly Horse Mountain. The scenery was beautiful, his Feng Shui was extremely good.

The flowers, plants and trees in the col were neatly mowed down. Countless tombstones stood there silently. Behind the tombstones, there were countless dead people lying down quietly.

At this moment, there was a large crowd of people standing in the originally quiet col. There were no less than a hundred of them. These people wore different clothes, but their bodies were all black.

Yan Yun's eyesight was extremely good. Even though there was a few hundred metres between the mountain slope and the tombstone, he could still see Old Master Mo and Grandma Mo's figure. The two old men's expressions were dejected as they stood in front of a tombstone.

Mo Family was extremely rich and powerful, and she stayed in the mansion all year round, so it was rare to see him, but it was not appropriate for him to take the liberty of visiting him. As a result, every year, on the day of the Old Master Mo's daughter-in-law's death, many people from the political world would come to attend, just to curry favor with Mo Family.

A hundred people surrounded the black mass. Their faces were all gloomy and the surroundings were completely silent. From the looks of their grief, they seemed to be even more powerful than the Old Master Mo, as if the person who had died was their most respected elder.

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth twitched, he thought, if it wasn't for someone who knew about it, he really wouldn't be able to tell whose family was the one who died!

Not only were there businessmen and politicians, the Beijing Police Department had also sent a lot of people to protect them. These policemen were all dressed in black, making people wonder if they were the people's police, or the Mo Family's private bodyguards.

This was one of the reasons why Yan Yun was unable to get off the mountain. Although a layer of sealing lines had been secretly drawn in the mountain forest, to Yan Yun, the sealing lines of these police officers were like nothing.

Not only him, even the wise assassins knew about it, this kind of seal was like a child playing house. It looked tight, but was in fact filled with loopholes, so, even though he saw that the defense here was tight, Yan Yun still came over.

Old Master Mo lightly glanced at the black masses of people around him, as well as the plain-clothed policemen, a trace of impatience appeared on his face. The day of my daughter-in-law's death, Old Master Mo only wanted to make a clean sacrifice, but he extended his hand to stop hitting the smiling faces, although these people all came to fawn, it was also to show his good intentions, Old Master Mo was helpless, he couldn't possibly take his walking stick and chase them away right?

Yan Yun did not squat down at a spot without moving. He carefully observed the positions of Old Master Mo, Grandma Mo, Mo Yiwen and the others, patrolling around the loudspeaker shaped cove from the jungle area, searching for the best spot to strike.

But, after going around, Yan Yun still did not find anything.

At this moment, his brows were slightly knitted, and he revealed a puzzled expression on his face. Could it be that uncle's intelligence report was wrong? That was almost impossible. Or was the uncle playing with him? Yan Yun shook his head. He wouldn't joke around with his old friends.

Since there were two possibilities that had to be eliminated, there was only one left. The assassin was very cunning, hiding his position very cleverly and avoiding detection.

Thinking about it, Yan Yun's expression became serious, his eyes became sharp, and he started to look around.

Halfway, Yan Yun stopped, his nose slightly moved, he then laughed, and finally found it.