Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> Rebirth in the 1970s

Chapter Fifty-Four

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Violent coercion?

    The old man clutched the big hole in his chest, wanting to burst into tears.

    Now who is it that hurts people directly without saying a word?

    After a while, the old man calmed down and looked at Song Fengchen with fear on his face. Out of the corner of his eyes, his eyes fell on the Zhong family members who were leaning towards him, and the veins on his forehead burst out: "You are the one who was brought by the Zhong family to deal with me."  ?¡±

    "That's right¡ª¡ª"

    Without waiting for Song Fengchen to speak, Zhong Zanyu poked his neck and glared at him. One was to remind Song Fengchen of his position, and the other was to intimidate the old man. He shouted: "Master Song was specially invited by my Zhong family from all the way from the mainland."

    The old man frowned, and was startled and fearful in his heart. Just as he directed Song Fengchen's move just now, he knew that he would definitely not be his opponent.

    Although he couldn't beat Song Fengchen, he was unwilling to let the Zhong family go just because of the situation.

    The old man gritted his teeth, pretending to be calm, and said: "I don't think your method seems to be crooked. Today's matter was originally a private matter of my Peng Zhong family. It's not good for me to intervene rashly!"  "

    Song Fengchen smiled slightly: "What the old gentleman said is very true."

    Zhong Zanyu's heart stopped beating, and he lost his voice: "Master Song?"

    But I didn't want Song Fengchen to change his voice: "That's right, I understand the grievances and grievances of your two families. The fault must be the Zhong family's fault, but there is room for negotiation in everything. I think the old man also agrees."  It's not like the treacherous and evil people, how could they use such a vicious method when they make a move."

    As he spoke, he pointed to the top of Zhong Mengshen's head.

    The Zhong family may not know what it is. As victims, what they can feel is that this thing happens once a day, and it hurts more and more each time.

    However, Song Fengchen knew that this thing was very sinister.

    Ordinary sores are not terrible, but the sore on the top of Zhong's family was unbearably injected with ghostly energy by the old man.

    This wisp of ghost energy is like a parasite, it will devour the victim's essence bit by bit, so as to strengthen itself.  But after it grows to a certain extent, it will automatically adjust the speed of devouring essence as if it has consciousness, so as to avoid endangering the victim's life.

    For the Zhong family, the loss of energy is one aspect. The key is that this sore grew on the top of their heads. In this way, although the Zhong family will not be in danger of their lives, the end will not be much better, and at least it will be lingering.  Sick bed, in severe cases, insanity, until death.

    Otherwise, Song Fengchen wouldn't have hit the old man so hard just now.

    It is also thanks to Zhong Mengshen's great fortune, otherwise, with such a big sore on his head, how could he just be lying on the hospital bed now?

    Song Fengchen made it clear that he wanted to reason with him, and he was just discussing the facts. It didn't sound like he meant to favor the Zhong family, and the old man's heart fell half instantly.

    He twitched the corners of his mouth, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and explained: "What little friend said, but I was also confused at the time, so I was careless for a moment and made a heavy hand."

    Speaking of this, the old man gritted his teeth, and said with hatred: "After I died, I was reincarnated for two lives. Because I did some wrong things, I ended up with no children and grandchildren in both lives Just when I passed the Cliff of Resurrection, I was about to drink it.  While Meng Po was making soup, there was a burst of crying in my ears"

    The old man took a deep breath: "It was only then that I realized that within a few years after my death, the tomb was taken away by someone. Not to mention, the only remaining descendants of my three lifetimes were also buried for various reasons.  , I became a wimp who had to rely on his father-in-law to support his family."

    Hearing this, Peng Zhi's face turned blue and white, so lively, but

    "What's even more ridiculous is that his father-in-law turned out to be the one who picked up my grave and occupied my family's geomantic land If it wasn't for him, Zhong Mengshen, with the blessing of that geomantic land, how could my Peng family have ended up where it is now?  What a scene." The old man took a deep breath, "Little friend, tell me, it's not an exaggeration for me to come back to seek justice from the Zhong family!"

    "It's not an exaggeration." Song Fengchen nodded in response.

    The old man's heart fell completely.

    "However," Song Fengchen changed his voice: "I'm more curious, old man, how did you know that it was Zhong Mengshen who dug your grave?"

    The old man didn't know why, so he replied truthfully: "My great-grandson told me."

    Song Fengchen looked at Peng Zhi.

    Peng Zhi thumped in his heart, without changing his face, he sneered and said, "Two months ago, at Zhong Mengshen's 80th birthday banquet, he drank too much, probably because he was too happy, and suddenly mentioned this past eventor else  How could I know this."

    &nbsp, Coughing violently, through the hazy tears, her eyes fell on Peng Zhi who was curled up not far away, trembling, and she gave up completely.

    "I said, I said," she said with a hoarse voice, stumbling: "It's Peng Zhi. Peng Zhi said that my father is so old that he probably won't live long. Once he dies, Zhong Zanyu will take over.  There will be a foothold for our family at home, and my father doesn't like me, so the legacy he left to me will definitely not be too much"

    " After returning from my father's 80th birthday banquet last time, Peng Zhi became interested. He specially asked someone to check the past of the Peng family, and learned that there was a concubine in the Peng family who escaped the family by luck.  Tragedy, but after starving to death because of poverty, he came up with an idea."

    "It just so happens that his father is an orphan, and his age is not much different from that bastard, so he planned to let his father pretend to be that bastard and recognize you as his ancestor. He contacted Master Chu and promised to give him 50% of the Zhong family's property when things were done.  Then Master Chu dug up the bones of you and his father, and performed rituals for several days"

    Having said that, Zhong Yueqing's voice gradually faded away.

    The old man's face was livid, his teeth were gritting, and an uncontrollable anger flashed in his eyes. He said three good words in succession, "I didn't expect that I, Peng Zhengsheng, who has been shrewd all my life, ended up being played around by you and my wife."  .¡±

    Before he could finish speaking, Peng Zhi, who was huddled in the corner, got the courage from nowhere, and jumped forward, hugged the old man's thigh, and said anxiously: "Grandpa, I know it's our fault to plot against you, but seeing  My father and I have already recognized you as our ancestors, please be magnanimous, please forgive me. Although I am not your great-great-grandson, I can still continue the incense of the Peng family for you, don¡¯t you often praise my boss  Are your two children clever and clever, great-grandfather¡ª"

    The old man's ferocious face slowly returned to normal.

    Seeing that the old man was moved by his words, Peng Zhi couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly: "Besides, grandpa, did you forget? You came here today to investigate Zhong Mengshen's digging of your grave.  "

    The old man regained his composure and stared fixedly at Peng Zhi.

    Peng Zhi shook his hands, resisting his fear and looking at the old man.

    The room fell into dead silence for an instant.

    After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "You are right."

    So what about the adopted son, as long as the surname is Peng.

    This is his only heir since the third generation. Although he is a wimp, it is better than nothing.

    The old man's eyes were bright, and he stretched out his hand to lift up Peng Zhi, whose legs were limp: "Stand up."

    As he said, he raised his head and looked at Zhong Mengshen who was pale on the bed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report