The morning glow fills the air, on a small road hundreds of meters away from Anluo's abandoned factory.
A girl who looks like a college student is running in the morning and is broadcasting live on her mobile phone.
A girl has a very nice name online, called Ameng.
"Hehe, I'm here again for morning practice live broadcast this morning. Welcome to Muyu Jiangnan!"
"Wow, thank you Muyu Jiangnan for the set of 66 lollipops!"
Girls greet the morning glow, bathe in the sunshine, and smile sweetly.
Soon, the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased.
Suddenly, a person with the ID of Lingyi Xiaohe replied: "Ameng, where is the haunted factory you talked about during yesterday's morning run?"
"Would you like to take us there today? Let's take a tour!"
A Meng's face suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, "Isn't this good? I'm a girl, and Mommy told me not to go to such a dangerous place!"
Ah Meng showed a cute and shy expression, which immediately attracted many people to comment.
Although she didn't plan to go there, the abandoned factory was one of the routes she must take during her morning jog.
Ah Meng was still thinking when she suddenly saw a shining treasure box dominating the screen on her mobile phone. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and exclaimed, "Thank you for the supreme treasure box from Lingyi Xiaohe!"
She was full of excitement. A supreme treasure chest cost five hundred soft girl coins.
People around could not help but start posting comments like, "Local tycoon 666!"
"Rich tycoon, do you still need friends?"
Ah Meng's face turned red with excitement, but she understood why the supernatural river sent the Supreme Treasure Box. She gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, today I will go to the haunted abandoned factory to take a look."
She had heard rumors about this abandoned factory. Some people fell into a coma for no apparent reason after entering, but it seemed that no one had died. Besides, with so many people watching her live broadcast, nothing should happen.
Suddenly, Ah Meng quickened his pace and walked towards the abandoned factory.
When she walked to the abandoned factory, she was stunned.
"What's wrong?"
"Where's the abandoned factory?"
"You didn't really see a ghost, did you?"
The barrage went up, and many people looked at Ah Meng's dull expression on the mobile live broadcast.
A Meng turned her phone around in disbelief and focused the lens on the abandoned factory.
The abandoned factory that she had live broadcasted during her morning jog yesterday was gone now? It was razed to the ground, leaving only fragments on the ground.
Ah Meng had a dull look on his face and murmured: "What the hell, a factory that was fine yesterday is just gone?"
…
Jiangshui City, inside Qin Wende's residence.
Several people gathered together and looked at Qin Wende who was unconscious on the bed, full of grief.
One of the men with a bald head and a fierce face couldn't help but said: "Master Chen, is Brother Qin really just in a coma? Is everything okay?"
A burly man next to him was even more worried. He punched the wall and growled, "Damn Zheng Weilong!"
Chen Fuyun's eyes were slightly cold, and he glanced at the burly man, "If you make any noise again and disturb his rest, I will throw you out!"
The burly man's complexion suddenly changed slightly, and he quickly said: "It's my fault, I won't do it again!"
He became angry for a moment and forgot that Qin Wende was still there.
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened gently, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look.
"Qing..." Chen Fuyun just started to speak, then suddenly stopped and remained silent.
"Xiao Xuan!" The bald head and others couldn't help but look at Qin Xuan in surprise. They had seen Qin Xuan, but most of them were three years ago. Qin Xuan's face had changed in the past few years, but they could still recognize him at a glance.
"Uncle Liu! Uncle Hu! Uncle Deb!" Qin Xuan walked in and nodded to the three of them one by one.
These three people were all brothers who followed his father through life and death. Qin Xuan respected them very much in his previous life. Unfortunately, they were all imprisoned by Chen Zixiao in his previous life, and they regretted it for the rest of their lives.
Even though they were imprisoned, these three people never betrayed, so Qin Xuan still respected these three people.
"Xiaoxuan, when did you come?" The old man with half a head of white hair, nearly fifty years old, but with a figure that puts his peers to shame said.
"He came yesterday!" Qin Xuan looked at Deb and said softly.
"Alas!" Deb sighed, "Don't worry, Xiaoxuan. Master Chen just said that Wende was just shaken and fell into a coma. It's nothing serious!"
Qin Xuan nodded, "I know!"
Naturally, he knew what was going on inside Qin Wende's body.
Although the poison in the Soul-Destroying Hand was cleaned up, he was unconscious due to the self-healing of his body's functions and his mental shock.
I believe it won't be long before I wake up today.
The three of them looked at Qin Xuan, sighed softly, looked at each other, and left quietly.
Chen Fuyun couldn't help but leave and nodded respectfully to Qin Xuan.
After everyone left, Qin Xuan walked to the bed. He squatted down gently and looked at Qin Wende.
He looked at it carefully, never glancing at every detail.
The familiar wrinkles on his face, and even a white hair on his head of black hair could be seen.
This face haunted him in his past life, and he didn't know how much guilt it carried.
He gently held Qin Wende's hand. At this moment, he was no longer the Wanzai Qing Emperor, but just a child.
Qin Xuan was silent as he thought of many past lives.
Finally, Qin Xuan stood up slowly and gently put his palm on Qin Wende's shoulder.
"For thirty years a father respects his son, and for thirty years a son respects his father!"
"Dad, you have a mountain on your back!"
"I will fight for you!"
As the words fell, he smiled, and with the rising sun shining down, at this moment, he was no longer arrogant and arrogant.
…
Outside the room, Deb and others sat together in deep contemplation, and no one said a word.
Suddenly, a young man trotted over, watched the three people greet each other, and then said cautiously: "Qin Wenjun is here!"
Qin Wenjun!?
The three of them were startled and stood up suddenly. Even Chen Fuyun couldn't help but frown slightly.
Mr. Qin’s eldest son, Qin Wende’s eldest brother Qin Wenjun?
How could he come?
This time Qin Wende was injured. No one else knew about this news except a few of them. Even Shen Xinxiu didn't tell it for fear of worrying her. How did Qin Wenjun get the news?
Amidst the confusion of the four people, a figure slowly came over.
Qin Wenjun was gentle and elegant, his face was slightly solemn and a little gloomy.
After he walked in, he looked at the four people and couldn't help but frown, "Where is Wende?"
"Secretary Qin!" Deborah and others hurriedly saluted. Qin Wenjun was an authoritative figure in the power center of a province near Jiangnan, and was beyond the reach of people from the underground world like them.
"I'm asking Wende!" Qin Wenjun's words were cold, and they swept across the three of them. After finally landing on Chen Fuyun, his expression softened slightly.
"Brother Qin is still in the room, and Qin Xuan is with him!" Deborah said quickly.
"Qin Xuan is here too?" Qin Wenjun was slightly startled, then nodded and said, "Okay, take me to see him!"
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For thirty years, a father respects his son, and for thirty years, a son respects his father; the meaning is the same as thirty years ago when a father adopted his son, and thirty years later when a son was filial to his father. Note that there is no word "kan", just one word difference, and the meaning is very different.