After leaving the cemetery, several cars drove back to BUZHAI. At the foot of the mountain, the way home was blocked by the motorcade and forced to stop.

"what's the matter?" The Tang poem sitting beside Butong asked aloud.

"shiye, there seems to be someone blocking our way in front. Qian Jin has gone down to check." The driver in the front seat should speak.

Butong is keeping his eyes closed.

after a while, there was a noisy voice outside the car. Butong slowly opened his eyes, and saw that Wu Ma was leading Yanzheng, coming here. Butong's bodyguards tried to stop them, and they had a conflict with the...