Laughing, the host always wants to escape

The sun gradually set behind the mountain. When he opened his eyes again, the sky had already darkened. Tang Cuo slowly sat up and looked around.

"Xiao Ye, what time is it?" Tang Cuo stretched and spoke softly.

[Host, ten hours have passed. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, the system did not disturb you.]

cough cough...

You are sensible.

"By the way, what's the situation in Jian Rong's dimension?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips, seeming a little unhappy.

[Uh... that plane has been sealed.]

"Crazy? Who is crazy?" There was a hint of confusion in Tang Cuo's eyes.

[It's not crazy, it's sealed, locked, and can't travel anymore.]

"Why?" Tang Cuo asked.

[Because the attacker's vital signs have disappeared, the system has determined that the plane is no longer necessary.]

"No...signs of life?" Tang Cuo's voice became louder. "No...Isn't it possible that I just died in the morning and he died in the afternoon?"

[No, actually, since the host exited that plane, there has been a time difference with it, which is equivalent to the feeling that one day in heaven is one year on earth, so during the ten hours that the host was in a coma, four months had passed in the plane world.]

"So long?" Tang Cuo's voice was somewhat incredulous. "Then he is really... dead? Why? Logically speaking, my death should not matter to him at all."

[Host, have you ever heard this sentence?]

"What?"

[Love rises with the wind, and the wind stops and the heart is hard to calm down]

Oh, you even gave me an artistic look...

[Host, do you want to know what happened to him in the past four months? The system can project the screen for you.]

"Well... let's take a look..." I'm free anyway.

[OK, processing the host's request.]

As a huge floating screen appeared in front of him, Tang Cuo leaned against the bed behind him and looked up at the screen.

After flashing a few times on the fluorescent screen, a figure familiar to Tang Cuo gradually appeared.

On the screen, Jian Rong lay quietly on the bed in the ward, then slowly opened his eyes and looked at the scene around him.

After a few seconds, he sat up, pulled the needle out of his arm, and stood up to get out of bed.

Seeing this, Yin Xia at the door pushed the door open and walked in with a bandage on his body. "Uncle Rong, don't move. You were injured by the airflow generated by the explosion at the gasoline plant. You need to stay in bed and rest." His tone was a little cold.

"Where is Tang Cuo? I'm injured, why doesn't he come to see me? Where is he? Find him." Jian Rong's voice trembled a little.

"Master Rong, Young Master Tang is... dead... His body was burned in the fire. Although we can't see it, the DNA test results are out, and it is indeed him..." Yin Xia pursed her lips.

"Lie to me? Did Yin Xia team up with you to lie to me? He was angry because I treated him badly. Tell him that as long as he comes back, I won't imprison him anymore. I'll go with him wherever he wants to go, okay..." Jian Rong's eyes trembled, "I just want to see him once, just once..."

"Master Rong, stop deceiving yourself. Young Master Tang has already..."

"No, how can he die? He hasn't atoned for his sins yet, how can he die? Yin Xia, go tell him that as long as he comes back, I won't interfere with who he makes friends with..." Jian Rong clenched his hanging hands into fists.

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black pushed the door open and rushed in, punching Jian Rong hard on the right face.

Then he grabbed his collar tightly, pulled him to the ground, and punched him in the face again and again.

Yin Xia, who was standing by, saw this scene and hurried forward, using his only intact arm to stop the crazy man in front of him, "Master Mo Jiu, calm down."

With a huge push, Yin Xia crashed directly into the wall. He reached into his pocket, took out the pager and pressed it.

A few minutes later, a group of bodyguards in black rushed in and pulled the two fighting men to both sides.

Mo Mian's eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent, "Jian Rong, if you had handed him over to me, he wouldn't have ended up like this. You didn't handle your own affairs properly, and you didn't know the details of your subordinates, but you let him suffer this for you for no reason..."

Jian Rong seemed to have his soul sucked out of him. He didn't even respond to his words. He just silently recited two words, "Tangcuo... Tangcuo..."

"You're not worthy of calling his name!" Mo Mian tried to step forward but was stopped by the bodyguard beside him.

"Master Mo Jiu, please calm down first. Our Master Rong is also very sad to see Young Master Tang behave like this. The most urgent task now is to find the villain who passed the information about him and avenge him." Su Ye tried to comfort him.

Hearing his words, Mo Mian took a deep breath, turned around, and took a few steps towards the door, "I'll take Acuo's body away. You don't deserve to keep him."

After saying that, he turned sideways and left the ward.

After hearing the last sentence, Jian Rong came back to his senses. He stood up and staggered a few steps towards the door, "No, you can't take him away..."

When he chased out of the ward, Mo Mian's figure had already disappeared without a trace.

Jian Rong reached out and pulled Su Ye who was standing beside him, "Go find someone. We must not let him take Xiaocuo's body away."

"Yes, I'll do it right away." Su Ye looked at his pale cheek, sighed silently, and then chased after him with a dozen people.

The screen in front of me turned...

On the day of Tangcuo's burial, Jian Rong was dressed in black, with a cold expression, and he seemed to no longer show any pain. In his hands he held a bouquet of white roses and a bouquet of chrysanthemums.

She placed it carefully in front of his tombstone, then bent down, touched the little man in the photo, turned and left without saying a word.

However, after that, Jian Rong's methods became more and more drastic and vigorous, to the point where everyone was terrified at the mention of them, and in just a few days, he caught all those under his command who had ulterior motives.

As for how to deal with it, it is unknown.

After Tang Cuo's death, Mo Mian gradually faded out of everyone's sight, and even news about him seemed to be deliberately concealed.

Compared to him, Jian Rong appeared in the public eye more and more frequently. He almost jumped up by stepping on all the economic tycoons and became the object of everyone's envy.

One day, when Jian Rong was sitting in the office, he suddenly saw a person he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Second Young Master Meng, why are you here?" He narrowed his eyes and looked him up and down.

Meng Zhuo's face became paler and paler, as if he had suffered a huge blow and was somewhat devastated.