How did dad die?

The sound of an empty shell suddenly sounded.

Then there was blue smoke coming out of Liu Pingshun's body.

According to the rules, he 'successfully' sacrificed.

"who!?"

"His grandma's, who is it? Who the hell is sniping me in the back?"

Liu Pingshun was furious.

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly away, he grabbed his pistol and shot at Guan Wei and Dayong.

"Boom!"

Another sound of empty shells sounded from another direction.

This shot hit Liu Pingshun's wrist directly.

Pain hit him, and he had to let go of the pistol.

"Retreat, cover!"

Dayong was the first to come back to his senses.

He yelled, and the Xuanwu army immediately charged away the Shura army in front of them, and began to form a human wall to cover the retreat of the people behind them.

"What the hell are you doing in a daze? Leave these dogs behind."

Liu Pingshun's eyes were red now.

Even if he was eliminated, he still had to be backed by the Xuanwu Army.

The sound of gunshots came and went, endlessly.

Strands of blue smoke continued to rise.

outside the mountains.

On the high platform of the plain.

Jing Ming glanced at the picture on the big screen with a playful face, tsk tsk and shook his head: Volcanic Literature

"This is the Shura army guarding one of the four regions?"

"I don't know if it can't be killed, or can it be brought back to life?"

There was a strong sense of ridicule in his words.

Hai Tongtian's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

He didn't know why Jing Ming wanted to help the Xuanwu Army!

But he is very clear that according to the rules, there is nothing wrong with the actions of the Dragon God Army.

But Liu Pingshun, as a person who had already died, even directed his teammates to fight back with guns.

This is undoubtedly a serious violation of the rules.

Even Xia Yuntian, who had been silent all this time, glanced at Hai Yuanshan coldly.

This time the five armies are competing.

The performance of the Shura army in the battle exercise was too disappointing.

"snort!"

Hai Tongtian gave Jing Ming a cold look with his dark eyes.

Then he left the high platform without looking back.

There is no need to watch the next game.

Leaving aside the fact that Liu Pingshun violated the rules, the Shura Army would surely be defeated.

It can even be said to be the kind of failure.

Under the platform.

Lin Fan also stood up.

There is no suspense about the outcome of this battle exercise.

Jing Ming is taking the initiative to sell him a favor.

Even if only one member of the Xuanwu Army walks out in the end, it will definitely be the winning team.

...

now.

It was almost dusk.

Wang Zhonghao drove for a whole day before entering Zhongzhou.

He was the first to call Lin Fan.

What I got was the news that my father had died.

"Lin, Mr. Lin, what should I do now...?"

Wang Zhonghao lost his mind all of a sudden.

Although he has built his own movie empire, it is still nothing compared to his family.

What's more, he knows his big brother too well.

If the Wang family fell into his hands, it might become history within a few years.

This situation was something Wang Zhonghao didn't want to see.

"Go back! Your father's death, I'm afraid there are some unknown tricks hidden in it."

"A brief investigation, Yunjian and the others will protect your safety."

Lin Fan replied without thinking.

The three of Yunjian and Sangkun could protect Wang Zhonghao.

But they couldn't find out the real reason for the death of the head of the Wang family.

"I see!"

Wang Zhonghao looked solemn.

The father is dead, and the family disputes are naturally based on their own means.

Think here.

He hung up the phone.

With one kick of the gas pedal, he flew directly towards the Wang family's ancient house.

half an hour later.

He parked the Volvo outside the old house.

Looking at the gate and courtyard wall of the ancient house that has been hung with Bai Po, I can't help but feel a little more sad.

Over the years, the number of times Wang Zhonghao came back is very few.

But after all, this is the place where he was born and raised. Bai Po sends the dead, and the person lying inside is his biological father after all.

"Two, two...Second Young Master, Second Young Master, you, why are you back?"

At the gate of the ancient house, the old man who was in charge of singing, looked at Wang Zhonghao who was walking step by step, and stuttered.

As far as he knows.

No one informed Wang Zhonghao of the news of Patriarch's death.

"Oh! What? Afraid of me coming back?"

Wang Zhonghao sneered.

Then he grabbed the old man's collar and yelled angrily:

"The person lying inside is my father!"

"Shouldn't my mother come back?"

The old man was immediately frightened!

Like a chicken pecking at rice, he couldn't stop nodding.

How dare he say a word 'no'?

Wang Zhonghao continued to walk in.

There are already many unfamiliar faces in the old house.

These people were all relatives, friends or guests who came to his father's funeral.

"Little, Xiaohao?"

An old man looked at Wang Zhonghao.

Then a crutch hit him hard on the back.

The old man's angry voice sounded:

"Did you forget that you still have a home all these years?"

"Your father misses you so much, why don't you even come back to see it once?"

"Now that everyone is dead, what are you doing back here?"

Wang Zhonghao knew the old man in front of him.

It was his father's best friend during his lifetime, the old man of the Zhu family in Zhongzhou, Zhu Quanhong!

"Go!"

"The Wang family has already fallen into the hands of your elder brother. If you come back alone, nothing will change at all."

While beating Wang Zhonghao, he reminded in a low voice.

This is not.

The voice just fell.

Someone sneered:

"It's fine if you haven't come back for so many years. You just popped up when you died. Did you come back to divide the family property?"

"Yes! When people are still alive, they don't know how to be filial to their knees, and when they die, they come back to divide the family property. It's really sad that uncle has a son like you!"

"Get out! You haven't come back these years, and now this family doesn't welcome you anymore."

Outside the mourning hall that has been built in the main hall.

There were voices of ridicule and sneering one after another, endlessly.

Except for Zhu Quanhong, the rest of the relatives, friends and guests didn't have a good word for Wang Zhonghao.

for a while.

Wang Zhonghao's face became a little ugly.

On the contrary, it was Wang Zhongsheng in the main hall, with a victorious sneer on his face.

He walked slowly, with a painful expression on his face, and patted Wang Zhonghao's shoulder heavily:

"Second brother! When you're back, go and offer incense to Dad."

"Before Dad died, he talked about you many times."

"Before I came to Zhonghai, I also persuaded you to come back and take a look, but you are stubborn. Now, you father and son can't even see the last side."

Not only did Wang Zhongsheng's words not mean to blame, but they were comforting Wang Zhonghao.

This made many relatives and friends give Wang Zhongsheng a thumbs up.

The voice of praising Wang Zhongsheng and the voice of belittling Wang Zhonghao formed a sharp contrast in an instant.

"Brother! You told me last time that Dad is not in good health, but at least he has half a month to live."

"It's only been less than a week, why did Dad die?"