Chapter Seventy-Five She is My Wife

  In the center of the hall is a row of tables similar to conference tables, with solemn danmu chairs placed on both sides.

  Gu Ye heard Ye Shengge's voice, and the face that was full of anger couldn't be restrained no matter what. Especially after hearing Ye Shengge's words, the surging anger almost turned into murderous intent. This sentence was clearly perfunctory.

  He was, his tone wasn't good either, "Ye Sheng Ge, your setup is really grand, it's been a whole hour and thirty-three minutes and one second that I've been waiting." Gu Ye's words carried a strong sense of resentment, and on that face with a long scar, it looked even more eerie.

  Ghost Grandfather's name was notorious for the terrifying scars on his face and his ability to kill without blinking.

  There were three bodyguards in the hall, each standing behind the ghost grandfather.

  Ye Shengge stepped into the main hall and casually pulled out a chair from under the ghostly figure, sitting down. Hao Lianmeng followed behind him.

  Ye Songge's more than a dozen bodyguards made a move to come in, but Gui Ye's emotionless voice sounded low and menacing, carrying a warning: "Ye Songge, you wouldn't have forgotten the rules of the Daoist sect, would you?"

  Ye Shengge's expression tightened, and he looked at Guiye without fear. His clear and charming eyes seemed to be thinking of something.

  With a wave of his hand, he stopped the footsteps of more than ten bodyguards outside the door.

  Outside the hall, it is the charming scenery unique to Guanyin Mountain, the fresh air unique to Guanyin Mountain, and the dazzling sunshine unique to Guanyin Mountain. However, no matter what, it can't shine into the hall.

  With her hands clasped together in front of her chest, Ye Sheng Ge leaned comfortably against the back of the sandalwood chair, "I wonder what business Ghost Grandfather has with me?"

  The old ghost's eyes suddenly burst with anger, accumulating into a sheet of fury that pierced through those fierce eyes. His fists clenched tightly, the joints of his bones crackling loudly, sounding like they were about to shatter from between his teeth. "Ye Shengge, don't tell me you didn't know? More than thirty lives under my command had their throats slit in one night, and you're telling me you knew nothing about it?"

  Ye Song looked suspiciously at Gui Ye, then gazed back at Hao Lianmeng with questioning eyes, "Meng, is this true? How could such a big murder case happen in our city and I didn't even know about it?"

  "Ye Sheng Ge!!" The ghostly old man behind him slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his sturdy figure and bloodshot eyes bearing witness to the intimidating reputation of the two words "ghost grandfather". "You little turtle grandson, how dare you try to deceive your grandfather!!"

  The ghostly figure kicked open the chair behind him and stepped forward, his aura overwhelming as he walked towards Ye Sheng Ge. "Ye Sheng Ge, I have lost over thirty lives under my command, all of whom perished at your hands in a single night. You must give me an explanation today, or you won't be able to leave this place alive!"

  The ghost stood still in front of him, but Ye Sheng Ge just sat there, calmly maintaining her original posture, her voice was clear and light, "Ghost, speak clearly, don't let people misunderstand."

  He turned his head to look at the furious man above him, and smiled with a bloody smile. "This shot from me, Ye Sheng Ge, has already made you pay back more than 30 lives of your subordinates, which is the lightest punishment. How, do you still want to get it back from me?"

  Ghost Grandfather was about to slap Ye Shengge's shoulder with one palm, but Ye Shengge stopped him halfway with two fingers, "Ghost Grandfather, I'm sitting and you're standing, the junior feels embarrassed, don't get angry, why not sit down and have a good talk."

  The old ghost withdrew his hand and laughed disdainfully, "What's there for me to discuss with you?"

  With a wave of his hand, the subordinates hidden in the side room rushed out one after another, all holding guns and aiming at Ye Shengge.

  The old ghost clapped his hands, and the armed men surrounded Ye Songge and Hao Lianyuan in an orderly manner. "Ye Songge, I'd like to see who's more powerful, you or these guns."

  People in the Longbang outside the hall heard the voices inside and rushed to rush in, but were blocked by a large number of black-clad men who suddenly arrived from the outside.

  The surrounding guns were aimed at the man in front of him, but Ye Shengge still maintained his original posture. His face was still calm and serene, with only a hint of unknown emotions flickering in the depths of his eyes. Yet, there was not a trace of fear.

  The ghost saw him fearless and dead, and he was even more furious, waving his hand and saying: "Fire the gun, I want him to die today!"

  The sound of bullets being loaded echoed one after another, and Ye Shengge's face still had a calm smile.

  "Halt!" A cold voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

  As the crowd dispersed, a man in a white suit with golden hair and emerald green eyes gradually appeared in people's line of sight. He stared intently at Gui Ye's pale face, his voice cutting through the hall like a knife edge: "Old ghost, did you take what I said as mere rumors?"

  Emerald eyes swept over the man still sitting on the sandalwood chair, smiling with ease. His jawline seemed even more resolute, "I said it before, Ye Shengge's life is mine to take, no one else's!"

  The old ghost hastily lowered his head and eyes, while repeatedly responding with a "yes", he gave a glance to his subordinates, and they immediately put away their guns and retreated from the hall.

  Ye Sheng picked up her clear and charming eyes, stood up and looked at him, "You, finally appeared?"

  Situ Shangxuan calmly pulled over a sandalwood chair and sat down, his hands elegantly clasped together on his abdomen, facing him directly. "Ye Songge, weren't you always waiting for me to appear?"

  "Old ghost," his cold voice called out to the respectfully standing Ghost Grandfather behind him, "there's nothing for you here, go down!"

  "Yes, Master Situ!" Just as Guiye was about to go down,

  "Go back and tell Lao Jiu to be more careful in the future, and also, for what happened last time, let him cripple one of his hands as an apology!"

  Gu Ye's heart secretly trembled with fear, but he could only respond: "Yes, Young Master Situ, I'll thank you on behalf of Lao Jiu for your mercy."

  Situ Shangxuan no longer responded, but instead focused on staring at the man in front of him, so intently that Ye Song's calm expression revealed a hint of puzzlement.

  The old devil retreated, and the main house returned to its former tranquility.

  The sunlight danced delicately on the desktop, refracting a room of clarity and coolness.

  Ye Sheng Ge hooked her lips and gazed calmly at the man opposite her, "Young Master Situ?"

  He slowly savored these words, "I've always been guessing who the mastermind behind Lao Gui was, and I didn't expect to finally meet you today."

  "You - can make me wait?"

  Situ Shangxuan's white suit was always spotless, just like his appearance, which was cold and beautiful, with a hint of elegance that set him apart from the world. His voice was low and clear, like a refreshing spring breeze, as he said, "Ye Songge, I have nothing to do with the Four Harmony Society, nor do I participate in their affairs."

  He naturally exuded an air of royalty, born with a proud bone, "I'm here today, only for one woman."

  Ye Shengge's heart suddenly surged with endless waves, as if the truth he wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask was about to be revealed.

  Situ Shangxuan gazed at him, his expression calm on the surface but with a hint of flash in his eyes, his sensual lips slightly moving. He stood up, his hands propped against the table as he faced Ye Songge, "Qian Lixia is my fiancée, and we will be engaged next month. So, I hope from now on, you won't intervene in her life again and disturb our lives."

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