Chapter 233

Gu Ling probably enjoyed such treatment for the first time. On the cold marble floor, she was tied like a zongzi, and her father and daughter were in a mess.

"Dad, I'm sorry to bother you. All this is because of me. I'm sorry to you." Gu Wanyin was honest at the moment. She cried to her father. From the beginning, the reason why she provoked Mo ziyao was that she shouldn't have started on Lin Mutong. Later, she took people into the mid mountain villa and killed more than a dozen of his brothers. Such a big blood feud, It is impossible for Mo ziyao to forget.

Gu Ling closed her eyes and felt that this was probably the last comfortable time in the world. When she arrived at the free city, Mo ziyao's means emerged one after another.

He ignored his daughter's apology.

Gu Wanyin's tears were even worse. "Dad, I'm sorry, but in my life, I don't regret it. The most fortunate thing is to have a father like you. You spoiled me and gave me everything all the girls want."

She was still murmuring to herself, and her tears fell down like beads of broken thread. The current situation was worse than in Gao Jun's hand.

"Ah Wan, I can't blame you. My father doesn't have the ability to protect you. He just hopes that when he goes underground to see your mother, your mother won't blame me."

The father and daughter cried together. For the first time, they felt that they would die soon. The father and daughter felt the same bad and couldn't stand such suffering.

Bill and Julie also drove to the manor with Gao Jun and Ji Han. Because they also lived in the manor for some time, they are also very familiar with it.

After arriving at the manor, the servants in the manor saw Gao Jun enter the house with several people holding guns. They were terrified and screamed.

"Shut up, everyone. If anyone wants to die, I'll help her." Gao Jun snapped.

Everyone covered their mouths and watched Gao Jun go directly to the basement with his party.

There was also a switch outside the light in the basement. Gao Jun turned on the light and motioned bill to open the door.

There was no window in the basement. After turning on the light, we saw that the body lay quietly on the ground. It had given off a bad smell and began to rot, but it did not rot completely. Everyone felt sick.

Ji Han resisted his nausea and went to check. Based on his observation of the Lin family, he could almost be sure that this was the Lin family father. Although he had died, the chain in his hand was still locked on his wrist.

As soon as Ji Han waved, the brother behind him came and Qi Li opened the chain, but the man was really, he was a little embarrassed.

"Brother Ji, it's better to cremate here and take the ashes back. My wife must be comforted. I apologize again. I really didn't have a chance to contact you in front of Gu Wanyin at that time."

Ji Han already knows the reason. He didn't save him for his reason. It's very simple. Isn't it for today? The diligent, honest and reliable Xiao Gao in the past is gone, but Ji Han knows that Gao Jun is not what he used to be. In such an environment, some people will inevitably change.

He accepted Gao Jun's suggestion and nodded.

Bill quickly went out to find tools.

When the two brothers put the body that had not yet completely decomposed into the big iron bucket, everyone began to feel sick. Ji Han did not frown. His mind flashed father Lin's past. Father Lin hurt his little ears more than mother Lin, and he was more reasonable. He still recognized the old man, Unfortunately, it will soon become a pile of loess.

Finally, there was a raging fire in the iron bucket. Across the fire, Ji Han seemed to see the cry of small ears. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Mo ziyao: father Lin has been found, but he has died for a long time. I can only come back with my ashes.

Mozi Yao was about to go to bed when his mobile phone rang. Mozi Yao reached out and took it, but his son grabbed it. After coaxing for a long time and finally took it back from his son, he changed his face. It was such a message. He was a little nervous. He didn't know how to tell Lin Mutong about it. Finding the body was a good thing. At least he could bring it back and bury it with his mother Lin, But father Lin's soul has returned to his hometown. He's not sure what to say.

Lin Mutong noticed the change of his face with sharp eyes and asked, "what's the matter?"

Mo ziyao took a deep look at her and felt that he should tell her. He took her hand and said in the softest voice, "little ear, your father found it, but..."

Lin Mutong jumped for a moment, but looking at her husband who wanted to stop talking, her tears spread out "but what?"

"Little ear, it's okay. I'll always be with you in the future, and we have a son, right? We'll always be together in the future. It's okay."

Lin Mutong understood what he meant. She fell on him and cried. When her mother died, she dreamed that her father had died, but she still had a glimmer of fantasy. Maybe her father was still alive.

"Ziyao, although they are not my biological parents, they have kept me as their own daughter for a few years. Moreover, I have never thanked them in recent years, but they are gone."

Mozi Yao stroked her hair and comforted her: "let them be buried together. We will still see them in the future, okay? Don't be sad. People can't come back from death. Everyone in the world can't escape death."

Mo Zhiyao in the cradle was surprised to see his mother suddenly cry, and then the trumpet began. The cry was really loud and clear, instantly overshadowing Lin Mutong's sobs.

"This smelly boy, what are you doing?"

Lin Mutong wiped his tears and picked up his son. When the little guy saw that she didn't cry, he stopped crying. There were still tears on his eyelashes. He could easily retract and release crying. He cried when he said it and stopped when he said it.

Finally, the fire in the iron bucket gradually went out. Ji Han looked at the iron bucket and finally waited for a long time. After waiting for it to cool down, Gao Jun had asked people to find a brocade box. Several people carefully poured the ashes into the brocade box from the iron bucket.

There was still a stench floating in the air. Ji Han made people hold the box of ashes, and the hatred under his heart was more and more upwelling.

At the moment, it's already afternoon. When the car returns to Gao Jun's villa again, the people tied to the ground have been staggering. They have no spirit to struggle. They just want to be more comfortable. Gu Ling is old after all, and can't afford it. He is simply suffering torture.