Love On The Turquoise Land[ 枭起青壤_尾鱼 ]

Chapter 32

Lin Xirou sighed helplessly, "Why are you so stubborn? This time, it has nothing to do with you at all. It's Gouya's fault for not handling things properly, which has dragged you into this mess."

Yan Tuo's hand retreated from the door handle, "Gouya?"

Lin Xirou nodded with a grim expression, "This matter is too complicated. I'll explain it to you later. Anyway, it's not your negligence at all, so you don't need to feel guilty."

Yan Tuo took a moment before speaking, "Since that's the case, Aunt Lin, for my own revenge, I'll handle it myself. Let everything be handled by you, others will look down on me."

Lin Xirou chuckled, "You silly child, who cares about others' opinions? What do you mean, your revenge and mine? Do you remember the woman who was burned during Xiong Hei's arson?"

Yan Tuo remained calm, "That Madam Hua? Has she woken up? Did she say anything?"

Lin Xirou sneered, "How could she wake up? She's long dead."

Yan Tuo's heart sank.

Madam Hua was indeed one of the people who had harmed him in the past, but even in his anger, he didn't wish for her death.

Lin Xirou continued with resentment, "The members of Ban Ya have disappeared completely, only Madam Hua remains. I've had Xiong Hei's men watching her from the hospitalization to her death, from being burned to ashes, to her burial, even after the burial, I had them watch her grave..."

Yan Tuo felt a chill run down his spine.

"...finally, just now, Xiong Hei told me that on the 18th day after the burial, in the middle of the night, an old man secretly went there to burn paper, an old man with a crutch and a limp. I instructed him that this old man must not lose a single hair, he must be brought back to me."

As she spoke, a picture message came in.

Lin Xirou smiled as she clicked it open, "Come, take a look, is this the limp old man you mentioned..."

She suddenly fell silent, not exaggerating, Yan Tuo felt that in an instant, the blood drained from her face, even her lips turned a shade of gray.

He had never seen her like this, it was unprecedented.

She stared fixedly at the photo on the phone screen, her fingers clutching the phone turning blue-white, the knuckles protruding, indicating the immense force.

Yan Tuo looked at the screen.

Indeed, it was that limping old man. Generally, as people age, their appearance tends to soften and become kinder, but not him. With his furrowed brows and fierce expression, his aged face exuded a tense, almost menacing energy.

He asked, "Is this the person, Aunt Lin? Do you recognize him?"

She must recognize him, because Lin Xirou still hadn't recovered from her initial shock.

Upon hearing Yan Tuo's words, Lin Xirou was shaken to the core, as if waking from a deep dream. She muttered in confusion, "Ah," then immediately, the blood rushed back to her pale face, her breathing became rapid, and she incoherently instructed him, "Xiao Tuo, pour me... pour me a glass of water..."

As she spoke, she took two steps back, dazedly sinking into the chair with a backrest.

Yan Tuo poured a cup of flower tea water from the health pot and handed it to Lin Xirou. She tremblingly took it, gulping it down in one go, completely devoid of her usual gracefulness when drinking tea.

The limping old man was just a small figure in Ban Ya, even less influential than Quecha. Not to mention comparing him to the top figure "Old Jiang." So why did Aunt Lin react so strongly upon seeing his photo?