Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2872 It has nothing to do with me!

Life and death are fate, I am happy, you can handle the family affairs by yourself, you can take care of those who are willing to stay, if you want to leave and develop on your own, you must fully support it, that’s all, Amitabha ..."

"But..." Yan Rongliang's scalp was numb, and he was just about to speak.

Ji Zhong grabbed his arm, pursed his lips and said, "Okay...okay, it's the antidote for the banquet..."

Jian Junxi showed shame, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, goodness, goodness, come with me..."

So, several people followed in her footsteps.

Jian Junxi returned to her room, went straight to the dressing room, moved all the clothes aside, and found a secret door in the last wardrobe.

Picking up an unremarkable black windbreaker, he reached out and took out the key inside.

Opening the door, it was dark inside. Yan Rongliang took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, and several people walked in bent over.

The slender fingers pressed the switch button on the wall, and the room suddenly became bright as day.

The inside is very narrow, with a width of one square meter, rectangular shape, piled with large and small boxes, it looks extremely crowded, the only thing that stands out is a few yellow storage boxes on the ground.

"This is the core of the antidote. I will write you the prescription of the antidote later." Jian Junxi spoke calmly.

"Okay..." Ji Zhong nodded in agreement.

"Grandpa Ji, and those viruses..." Yan Rongliang couldn't help reminding.

Jian Junxi raised his eyebrows slightly, and replied calmly: "It has nothing to do with me!"

"Uh..." Yan Rongliang was at a loss for words.

"Master, I'm going to bury my parents now, why don't you take a rest first?" Jian Junxi pretended not to see him, and asked Hongye politely.

"The old monk should go with you!" Hongye lowered his eyes and turned around first, obviously worried.

"Okay." Jian Junxi didn't say anything, but followed his footsteps.

In this way, she led a group of people to the back mountain of Shanhai.

Looking at the dozen or so cold tombstones, everyone couldn't help crying. Yan Rongliang, Wen Hao, and Li Shanchi respectively put three urns into the cemetery, and then covered them with cement manhole covers.

A pair of red candles were placed in front of Jian Junxi, paper money was burning in the middle, a stick of incense was held in his hand, and he knelt at the front with a blank expression...

Hongye and Lingkong meditated and chanted scriptures at the side, while Ji Zhong stood upright, folded his hands on his abdomen, lowered his head halfway, and mourned silently for the deceased...

Yan Rongliang and the others knelt behind her, looking at Jian Junxi's thin back, feeling inexplicably sad, and even the air seemed to be surrounded by circles of sadness...

No one noticed that although her eyes were so white that there was no trace of blood, the bottom of her light blue eyes was full of dark tides.

No one noticed that that layer of hatred was severely suppressed by the superficial indifference, and even the breath didn't change at all...

After three kowtows, she stood up on the grass and looked into the distance alone. The lonely figure was so beautiful and isolated that it was unbearable to disturb her.

Three minutes later, the group walked back slowly, just in time to meet Mo Chen and Mo Zixuan rushing anxiously supporting the sick Mi Xiaole.

Seeing that she had returned to the image of a monk, especially when the ring scar on her head was still red, the three of them were momentarily surprised.

When they saw Master Hongye at the side, they looked at each other and seemed to understand...

"Xue'er, why didn't you call us for such a big matter?" Mo Chen looked towards Houshan, his tone of reproach was full of distress.

(End of this chapter)