In the air, Chen Hao felt confused and didn't know where to go next. He didn't have much nostalgia for this world.

At this moment, he suddenly felt so tired and wanted to find a place to have a good rest and get drunk.

The golden eagle carried him in the air, feeling the sorrow in Chen Hao's heart, and actually carried him to Xiaoyu's cemetery.

Did Chen Hao stop him? He also wanted to go back to the cemetery to see Xiaoyu and comfort her spirit in heaven. Now all the Wang family members have been killed by him.

Halfway through, he bought a few sticks of incense, candles, wine, paper, etc. from the grocery store next to him, and wanted to have a good conversation with Xiaoyu.

Soon, the Golden Eagle carried him to the hill in Xiaoyu Cemetery.

"Girl, I'm here to see you. My Wang family has been killed by me..."

Chen Hao evenly scattered the dark paper in his hand around the cemetery, picked up the wine and sprinkled it around in front of the tombstone, fell to the ground and drank it on his own, muttering to himself.

"Girl, I'm so tired. I want to talk to you..."

At the same time, Wu Xie and Xiao Hua had returned to the capital. He immediately contacted the Huo family team in Banai, Guangxi. After learning about the situation of Chen Hao and his group, he was extremely worried.

At this time, it had been a full week since the young man and his friends entered the Zhang Family Ancient Building. None of them came out so far. Only Fatty and another guy Huo escaped.

When Wu Xie learned that Judekao's team was killed by the Wang family and Chen Hao was missing, he was extremely worried. He urgently needed a large number of people to find the missing Chen Hao and go to Panai, Guangxi to rescue the young man and the others.

But no one around Wu Xie could help him, so he needed to integrate the power of Uncle San to help him complete these things.

So Wu Xie had to bite the bullet and approach Pan Zi and asked him to find a way to help him figure out how to integrate the power of Uncle San.

Jie Lianhuan has been missing for more than half a year, and the people below have already turned against each other. Those who have left, and the entire territory is a mess.

Even the most loyal churches in the early years have not submitted their accounts in the past few months.

Wu Xie originally didn't want to drag Pan Zi into the water anymore and wanted him to live his life well, but now he urgently needs Pan Zi's help, so he has to implicate him in the water again.

After hearing Wu Xie’s plan, Xiaohua immediately took him to a hotel and brought him the mask of Uncle San.

Disguise is the traditional craft of Lao Jiumen. It is a more clever method than makeup. The mask is vividly worn on the face. As long as the body shape is similar, one person can be turned into another person.

It was a face that was exactly the same as Jie Lianhuan's, and it perfectly fitted on Wu Xie's face under the design of the female makeup artist.

Then, the girl dyed Wu Xie's hair white like Uncle San, which made his head look almost the same as Jie Lianhuan.

The difference between the two is that Jie Lianhuan's hair is caused by countless pain and vicissitudes, while Wu Xie's whitening is only completed in a few hours of design.

The girl who put a mask on Wu Xie told him that this mask should not only be worn on his face, but also in his heart.

The meaning is that he not only has to wear the mask of Uncle San, but also learn from Uncle San’s expression and behavior in his daily life, and must be exactly the same as Uncle San, so that it is impossible to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Wu Xie put on Uncle San’s mask and stood in front of the mirror and looked at the strange self. Many strange feelings surged in his heart, both sad and helpless.

The female makeup artist said that this mask can be worn for 4 weeks without changing or maintenance.

But during this period, he couldn't even tear the mask off his face.

Looking at the "third uncle" in the mirror, Wu Xie couldn't help but wonder, did Jie Lianhuan also be taught like this when he wore this mask?

With the mask exactly the same as Uncle San, he could feel the pain and helplessness of Uncle San being in such a vortex.

He couldn't help but remember what Zhilian said to him again, "If you wear the mask for too long, you will never be able to take it off again!"

When he returned to the room again, the female makeup artist prepared another set of coats and clothes for him to wear for Wu Xie.

Wu Xie put on Uncle San’s mask, put on Uncle San’s clothes, said thank you to the female makeup artist, Xiaohua, and left the hotel.

The moment he walked out of the door, Wu Xie subconsciously straightened his back and tried his best to be exactly the same as Uncle San's.

He kept reminding himself that after walking out of this hotel, he would no longer be Wuxie, but instead resolve the serial!

But he found that he could do something similar to Uncle San’s words and deeds without deliberately imitating it, perhaps because the mask was worn on his face.

When he walked through the lobby, Wu Xie looked at himself in the mirror and found that there was a coldness in his eyes.

That is a unique temperament of Jie Lianhuan. When he looks at people, he always has a sense of coldness and arrogance, giving people a sense of being arrogant and inviolable.

Wu Xie left the hotel and found Pan Zi's residence, but Pan Zi was not at home, so Wu Xie had to stand at the door waiting for him to come back.

In front of Xiaoyu's grave, Chen Hao fell to the ground, pouring wine into his mouth with big mouthfuls, muttering to himself.

He was talking alone from beginning to end and could not get any answer. What kind of loneliness and sadness is that?

At this time, Yin Nanfeng's crown sedan drove on the winding mountain road at the foot of the mountain. Yin Nanfeng walked out of the car and went straight to Xiaoyu's grave.

Chen Hao ignored her, drinking her own wine, her eyes were confused and she was completely lost.

Yin Nanfeng didn't say anything, and stood by and looked at him quietly.

The iron cloak on Chen Hao has not taken off yet. He is now a one-blood man, like a demon crawling out of hell, which is intimidating.

It was just that his sad expression, dull eyes, and his perseverance and indifference were completely different from his previous resoluteness and indifference, which made Yin Nanfeng feel a little distressed.

Yin Nanfeng is a delicate woman. She can understand Chen Hao's pain. She knows that at this time, no matter how much comforting you say, it will be useless.

She walked up, picked up a bottle of wine next to her, opened the cap, and poured it into her mouth, and just drank with him silently.

Drinking wine into his mouth one by one, gradually, Chen Hao's consciousness began to blur, and then his eyes turned dark and he was drunk.
Chapter completed!