"Bitch, if you don't want to die, just shut up."
The sixteen-year-old boy threatened his sister with a sinister expression.
Zhong Ling was just a spoiled female student. How had she ever seen such a bloody scene?
For a moment, I completely lost my opinion, trembled with fear, and burst into tears.
Zhong Yuanshan's limbs twitched, his eyes widened with anger, and finally he died.
The body lay on the bed, dead with eyes closed.
Blood soaked the sheets.
This second master in the slums never dreamed that his beloved youngest son and his most loyal nephew would join forces to murder him.
At the last moment when his life came to an abrupt end, Zhong Yuanshan did not wait for the return of Li Xiaofei, his chosen successor.
"Sister, don't worry, I won't kill you."
"I'll keep you and dedicate you to Master Dugu Que of the Black Blood Society."
"In three days, go and serve Master Dugu honestly. If you serve him well, your brother and I will be able to secure our position as president."
"For other things, don't say a word nonsense."
"Say one more word and I'll have you take your turn now."
"Did you hear that?"
Zhong Yang threatened his sister viciously.
Zhong Ling's heart trembled.
Only then did she realize that her brother might have already colluded with the Black Blood Society people.
All this was a conspiracy that had been planned long ago.
It's over.
All is lost.
Even if Li Xiaofei comes back, he can't undo all this.
Zhong Ling sat paralyzed on the ground.
Frightened and frightened, she could only choose to cooperate honestly.
The room quickly became quiet again.
After a while.
Zhong Yang and Zhong Yuanbo walked to the yard with sad faces.
"My father is dead."
"Before he died, he passed on the position of president to me."
"From now on, I have the final say here."
"My father also told me before he died that Li Xiaofei had rebellious intentions and needed to clean up his family as soon as possible."
Facing the gazes of the club leaders, Zhong Yang said loudly.
"I testify that what Mr. Yang said is true."
The master of the lobby, Zhong Yuanbo Shi, also spoke in agreement.
At the same time, he released the coercive aura of a third-level master and scanned the crowd.
The big and small bosses looked at each other.
People with brighter minds have vaguely understood what happened.
But facing the powerful lobby owner, no one dared to speak.
Zhong Yang nodded with satisfaction.
Zhong Yuanbo also smiled with satisfaction.
He looked at Zhong Yang as if he were looking at a satisfying puppet toy.
…
…
boom!
The engine roars.
Li Xiaofei rode a heavy motorcycle and roared into the hospital.
When he looked up, he saw the white mourning hall that had been decorated.
Li Xiaofei's heart trembled.
not good.
Could it be that Master has already left Hexi?
"Li Xiaofei, where the hell did you go? You didn't answer the phone and you just came back at this time?"
People from Zhongyang rushed out of the mourning hall and attacked Li Xiaofei first, shouting curses at Li Xiaofei.
Li Xiaofei ignored this second generation ancestor.
He strode into the mourning hall.
He saw his master, Zhong Yuanshan, the former second master of the slums, now wearing a shroud with a pale face, lying quietly on the white jade.
Closed my eyes forever.
In front of the coffin, kneeling was a nineteen-year-old girl.
The girl has snow-white skin and picturesque eyebrows.
Her appearance is very delicate and beautiful, her figure is thin, like a lily in bud, and she has a delicate aura that is rare for women in the slums.
If you want to be pretty, be filial.
Wearing this well-fitting white mourning dress, with tears soaking through the skirt, she looked even more pitiful.
It is Zhong Ling, Zhong Yuanshan's eldest daughter.
Zhong Ling raised his head and looked at Li Xiaofei with tears in his eyes, but stopped talking.
Li Xiaofei nodded to her and said nothing more.
He knelt in front of the white stone coffin, offered incense and wine, and then kowtowed three times.
"Master, don't worry, old man, I will definitely kill Dugu Que and avenge you."
He said solemnly.
The so-called kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.
The revenge of killing the master must not be unavenged.
"Revenge is up to you?"
Zhong Yang's extremely arrogant sneer came from behind, "Li Xiaofei, who do you think you are? You don't deserve to talk nonsense in this mourning hall." .??.
Li Xiaofei stood up slowly and bowed to the old man who was sleeping in the coffin.
"When will Master be buried?"
He turned around and asked calmly.
"none of your business."
Zhong Yang did not hide his pride and sneered, "This old guy is my father, not your father. I can bury him whenever I want..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Snapped.
Li Xiaofei raised his hand and slapped him in the face.
Zhong Yang was caught off guard and was beaten in a circle clockwise, his mouth and nose bleeding.
"You...you dare to hit me?"
He was stunned and looked at Li Xiaofei in disbelief.
"This slap teaches you that as a son of man, your father's body is still cold, but you are rude and swearing in the mourning hall, disrespecting human ethics."
Li Xiaofei said calmly.
Zhong Yang was furious, "Who the hell do you think you are? You are just a dog raised by my Zhong family..."
Snapped.
Li Xiaofei slapped him again.
Zhong Yang turned around counterclockwise.
"This slap will teach you that as a junior, you don't know how to respect your senior brother."
Li Xiaofei still said calmly, "If you dare to curse one more time, I will smash your mouth."
Zhong Yang was stunned.
He was a little scared.
He covered his face and looked at Li Xiaofei in shock and anger.
what happened?
Li Xiaofei today seems to be a different person.
In the past, let alone scolding him, even if you spit on his face, you would just wipe it and be obedient and not fight back.
"Li Xiaofei, you are too arrogant and domineering. The old president's body is still cold, and you are beating up his beloved adopted son in the mourning hall. Do you still care about me, the master of the hall?"
A bald middle-aged man walked in from outside and spoke
accuse.
Li Xiaofei frowned.
The memory of his predecessor told him that this person's name was Zhong Yuanbo.
He is the nephew of the old president, with a three-level star power cultivation level, and is now the number one hall master of Yuntian Society.
He is also an ambitious guy.
In the past, when the old president was here, he could still suppress him.
Now, as soon as the old president died, he couldn't wait to jump out and cause trouble.
"As a senior brother, I am teaching my junior brother a lesson. What's wrong with me?"
Li Xiaofei asked rhetorically.
He is a disciple of Zhong Yuanshan, and can be regarded as Zhong Yang's senior brother.
"Even if you are a senior brother, you should not be violent in the mourning hall. Xiaoyang is the child that your master worked so hard to raise."
Zhong Yuanbo sneered and reprimanded without explanation, "I think you clearly saw that the president was dead and wanted to take the opportunity to rebel... Someone is here."
Footsteps sounded.
Thirty or forty elite swordsmen who had been ambushing them for a long time appeared and surrounded both the inside and outside of the mourning hall.
The sword flashed.
It's freezing cold.
Li Xiaofei's expression did not change.
To be honest, he was surprised at how quickly he adapted to this jungle world.
When he first crossed over, the murderous scene might have made his legs weak.
but now?
I can't scare him anymore.
When Zhong Yang saw the situation reversed, he suddenly became arrogant again.
"Li Xiaofei, you didn't expect it, we were already prepared."
He looked up to the sky and laughed triumphantly and said, "Hahaha, kneel down now and pray for my forgiveness, otherwise, you will die without any body parts under the knife."
"Still not kneeling down."
Zhong Yuanbo also shouted sharply.
Clang Clang Clang.
More than thirty swordsmen all showed their machetes and pointed at Li Xiaofei.
The huge mourning hall suddenly shone with cold light and became filled with murderous aura.
Third update.
Looking for collections and various iaoiao.
The new book issue requires everyone to irrigate and fertilize.
In addition, a brother asked about the difference between Xinwu and Daxia Ancient Wu. This will appear later in the article. If you are interested, you can go and find out.
This chapter has been completed!