Ultimate Pawn

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed red at dusk.

Ten Mercedes-Benz cars formed a defensive formation and drove slowly on the streets at dusk.

Inside the Mercedes-Benz, Qiu Yiren sat there with complicated eyes. She opened her notebook and continued to deal with official documents, using her busyness to offset the worries that were constantly rising in her heart.

However, Chen Zongheng sat aside calmly, lit a cigarette, and vomited slowly.

Tonight is the last night.

The Huang Family Blood Book, the three-day agreement, the end is approaching.

Qiu Yiren raised her head from the busy schedule, glanced at the man next to her with her beautiful eyes, and then looked out the window complicatedly.

Scenes of scenery passed quickly on the streets at dusk.

This city, because of the project in her hands, is becoming turbulent.

The big wave is about to rise, how should she choose?

Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz fleet slowly drove into the purple garden mansion area.

The motorcade stopped at the gate of Qiu's Manor, Qiu Yiren and Chen Zong got off the car and slowly walked into the villa.

In the lobby of the villa, diamond chandelier lights up.

At the table, the dishes are ready.

A table full of hearty dishes, with a tangy fragrance.

However, dinner tonight seemed very quiet.

The dishes are plentiful, but the Qiu family has no appetite.

Qiu Yiren, father Qiu Huaihai, mother Luo Xiangnan...

Their eyes are complicated and they have concerns.

After all, tonight is the last limit.

At the entire table, only two people were dining, and they enjoyed it very much.

One is Chen Zong. He is holding a goblet in his hand and swaying the red wine in the glass. The light and breezy temperament makes people even have hallucinations, thinking that he is a bystander.

And the other one is the heartless little witch Qiu Shuangxia.

She didn't care about Chen Zong's life and death at all, taking care of herself eating the dishes.

"Hey, the Huang family must come to you tomorrow? Are you not afraid of it?" Qiu Shuang chewed on a chicken leg, blinking her beautiful eyes, looking at Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng looked calm, took a sip of red wine, and ignored her.

"Why don't you speak, do you have any last words? What about waiting for you... After you pass away, leave your villa to me? When you pass away, I will move in." Qiu Shuang blinked in her beautiful eyes, no Said heartlessly.

"Shut up! What kind of style?!" Suddenly, his father Qiu Huaihai finally couldn't bear it and shouted angrily!

Qiu Shuang pouted her lips and continued to lower her head to eat.

Chen Zongheng shook the wine glass lightly, and finally replied slowly, "Then you...you have to wait until you are seventy old and eighty."

Qiu Shuang looked up, gave him a slight glare, and continued to bow his head to pick up rice.

Inside the villa, lights are dotted and the atmosphere is quiet.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the dark night starry sky is deep, and at the end of the endless night sky, a ray of waning moon hangs high in the sky.

In the dark night, the wind is high, and the waning moon appears.

Tonight, doomed to sleepless.

...

Late at night, the ancient house of the Huang family.

At this time, the Huang’s house was hung up and down with oil lamps made of yellow paper talisman.

Every door and corner of the house is covered with paper talisman.

In the lobby of the inner courtyard, on a huge and luxurious platform, there is a portrait of Huang Xuyang before his death.

In the photo, he has a handsome face and an elegant smile.

However, the black-and-white background color photos represent...In this world, Huang Xuyang no longer exists.

Patriarch Huang Zhengming stood in front of the portrait photo of the eldest son in a brown robe with his hands behind his back.

His face was calm, his eyes fixed on the black and white photos of his son.

It is a rich and noble body before death, but it is also a blessing after death.

The superstitious customs in Jiangnan area, the seventeenth day after the death of the deceased, is the first seven.

On this day, the souls of the dead will go home. Say goodbye to loved ones.

Although it is superstition, it is feudal.

However, he Huang Zhengming must also do it, and... it's beautiful!

An old Taoist priest held a rune and chanted the scriptures righteously.

Taoist priests are the best Taoist priests invited from Zhongnan Mountain.

Everything is just to give the deceased a blessed treatment, even if it exceeds birth, it must be above ten thousand.

"Mr. Huang, the time has come and you can call the spirit." The old Taoist priest slowly bowed forward, holding the peach wood sword in his hand.

Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm and deep, and he nodded slowly.

A ladder.

A long ladder of ten meters high was erected in front of the courtyard of the Huang Family House.

Huang Zhengming stepped on the ladder step by step.

According to custom and superstition, in the middle of the night, the parents or relatives of the deceased must climb the stairs and shout the name of the deceased at the door of the house to show the way for the deceased on Huangquan Road.

"Xuyang."

Huang Zhengming stood on the ten-meter-high ladder, spoke deeply and solemnly, and shouted at the night sky.

"Xuyang, go home." The second voice.

"Xuyang, go home! For my father, I will avenge you!"

Third!

At this moment, the entire Huang Family House, from the inside to the outside, was crowded with black people who had come to participate in the first seven etiquettes of Young Master Xuyang.

A sea of ​​people, with solemn faces, bowed their heads.

Salute to Huang Xuyang's undead.

"The hour has come, burn the clothes." The old Taoist priest held the peach wood sword and pointed at the void.

Ten boxes of the deceased’s clothes were carried out of the yard.

These are Huang Xuyang's clothes during his lifetime.

Each piece is a top luxury brand. Dozens of boxes of clothing are worth tens of millions.

But, at this time tonight, all will be lit and burned.

Huang Zhengming personally sprinkled gasoline, and then... ignited the flame.

The raging flames burned the clothes, emitting bursts of pungent and unpleasant stench in the air.

But everyone present did not support, everyone stood quietly, looking at the burning flame.

Huang Zhengming stood there, his eyes calm. In his eyes, there was a shadow of flames.

The second son, Huang Honghui, stood behind him, staring at the flame with dazzling eyes.

This is the clothes of the eldest brother before his death. After everything burns up, the eldest brother's name will also completely... disappear from the world without a trace. Only on the genealogy can the testimony of his name be left.

And his Huang Honghui, will be the next generation of the Huang family, the true heir.

Huang Honghui stepped forward and came to his father's side.

"Father, tomorrow, I will go with you to kill Chen Zongheng."

Father Huang Zhengming carried his hands on his back, and there seemed to be fireworks flashing in his faint gaze.

"You, stay. Heal."

His words are calm and simple. However, with a command.

"But..." Huang Honghui seemed to want to say something more.

"No need to say any more, tomorrow you, stay at home." Father Huang Zhengming didn't give him a chance to speak again, vetoed it in a single word.

Huang Honghui didn't dare to speak much, so he could only bow his body and step back.

The flame is still burning.

Huang Zhengming suddenly turned around and shouted to the old housekeeper, "Uncle Zhong, come with me."

The old housekeeper Huang Zhong moved his old body and slowly followed behind the lord.

Huang Zhengming took the old housekeeper to a corner not far away.

"Uncle Zhong, tomorrow...you stay in the house." Huang Zhengming said slowly with deep eyes.

Huang Zhong's expression was a little surprised, "Master... Are you afraid...?"

"Tomorrow, you are optimistic about Honghui for me." Huang Zhengming's face was dignified with a trace of dignity.

He, faintly...still worried.

Chen Zongong's brother, a reply three days ago, actually made the head of the Huang Family feel very uneasy.

The content of the reply was: [Three days later, take your second son, the head of Huang Honghui. 】

This sentence, like a sword, hangs in Huang Zhengming's heart and becomes a heart barrier.

Although he did not believe that Chen Zong had that ability.

However, everything must be prevented.

After all, he has died a son.

Now Huang Honghui is his last bloodline and will inherit the position of Patriarch in the future.

No, there will be more mistakes.

The old housekeeper Huang Zhongning nodded, "Master, don't worry, tomorrow... I will take care of the second son and let him stay in the house."

"Yeah." Huang Zhengming relieved his mind and nodded slowly.

As long as the son stays in the Huang's house, then... it can be safe.

After all, the ancient house of the Huang Family...Who would dare to break into it?

The first seven rituals are still going on.

The flames burned into the sky, and the clothing of the deceased was reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

The entire Huang Family’s ancient house is shrouded in flames and night.

Tonight, sleepless.

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