Ultimate Pawn

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

A huge golden glass coffin was still placed quietly in the middle of the house.

The body of the second young master Huang Honghui is still lying in the ice coffin.

Humans cannot be resurrected from death. Logically, three days later, the funeral corpse should be cremated.

However, Huang Zhengming did not do that.

He wanted to use Chen Zong's blood to pay homage to his son's corpse before his son was cremated.

As long as Chen Zongheng does not die for one day, then... his son... will not be cremated for one day!

In front of the ice coffin, there is a mahogany case table.

Huang Zhengming sat cross-legged, sitting at the desk like this, with the moonlight pouring, boiled wine and incense.

He, already sitting in front of the coffin, accompanied his son several nights.

Farewell to life and death, my father is deeply affectionate.

These days, Huang Zhengming tried to sow the seeds himself, but to no avail.

As a result, he could only frantically search for the little third woman that his son had raised before his death to see if... there was a woman who had been toyed with by his son, leading to pregnancy.

He desperately needs the incense inheritance of the Huang family.

But helplessly, his son Huang Honghui played with too many women, hundreds of thousands.

Looking for a whole number of days, there is no result.

And tonight, he was waiting for another good news.

Huang Zhengming lightly picked up the wine glass and poured the hot boiled rice wine on the ground.

"Honghui, tonight...you can rest in peace."

Huang Zhengming's eyes were faint and deep, and a terrible cold light flickered.

"Chen Zongheng's body should be delivered soon. For my father, I will personally take his skin, draw his muscles, and use his blood to pay tribute to your undead."

"There is also that Qiu Yiren, my father will replace you, sow the seeds personally so that she... will be pregnant with the third generation blood seed of my Huang Family." In Huang Zhengming's eyes, a hideous emergence appeared.

One game tonight is under control.

The high-performance military explosives that cost hundreds of millions of dollars and sneak in from overseas are enough to... blast the Chen Zong into a pile of flesh and blood residue.

Even if he can compete horizontally and horizontally, he can't resist the explosive power of Hexogen!

Thinking of this, Huang Zhengming's eyes were cold and faint, and he poured the wine again and drank it in one sip.

"Report...!"

At this moment, outside the dark corridor, a rapid ‘newspaper’ sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a servant with a solemn expression rushed into the house.

Huang Zhengming slowly poured himself a cup of warm rice wine.

"Why, did Chen Zongheng's corpse arrive?" He raised his glass indifferently and sipped his wine with a faint voice.

"Qiu Yiren, was it captured alive?"

Huang Zhengming has two goals tonight.

1. Catch Qiu Yi people alive.

2. Behead Chen Zongheng.

Tonight, he dispatched hundreds of family elite assassins, plus that whole car of terrifying RDX military explosives.

Everything is like catching a turtle in an urn.

However, the subordinate was shaking and knelt to the ground abruptly.

"The one hundred and thirty brothers sent out...all...all died." The voice of the subordinates trembled with horror... tremblingly reported.

Boom~!

Upon hearing this, Huang Zhengming's pupils shrank suddenly!

"What?!" He suddenly smashed the ceramic wine bowl in his hand!

Hundreds of top master members...all...sacrificed? ? !

"What about Chen Zongheng? I want to know, is he dead?!" Huang Zhengming had fierce pupils, and his voice was as terrifying as a beast.

His palm has been pierced by ceramic shards, bloody.

That was great anger, murderous intentions.

Tonight, the hundreds of members sent out are all top masters of the Huang family.

But, at this moment... but there is no one, come back safely? ?

This is simply...a heavy blow to the Huang family.

One hundred and thirty top masters, all sacrifices?

"Chen Zongheng is dead or alive?! Say!" Huang Zhengming rushed to his hand, grabbed his neck, his eyes were savage.

The body of the man trembled in horror, so scared that he couldn't even speak.

"Tingling bell~!" At this moment, the phone ringing on the desk suddenly rang.

Huang Zhengming flew his subordinates quickly, then walked quickly to the desk and picked up the mobile phone.

"Who?" Huang Zhengming at the moment, with a fierce expression, like a beast out of control, who would dare to call him in the middle of the night?

If he can't tell the reason, he will let the caller...do not die.

"Mr. Huang, don't come here unharmed." On the phone, there was... an elegant and indifferent voice.

When, hear this voice. Huang Zhengming's pupils... suddenly shrank!

Murderous intent all over, as if it broke out in an instant, emerged.

"Chen... aspect?!" Huang Zhengming's facial expression was distorted.

Green veins emerged from his forehead and spread to his neck!

This, the voice of the youth... He was turned into ashes, and he recognized it!

However, what Huang Zhengming did not expect was even more. Chen Zongheng is still alive? !

How dare he call himself? !

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Huang can still remember me... it is really rare." During the call, Chen Zongheng's voice was calm and faint, as if he was reminiscing with his friends.

"Mr. Huang, I accept your gift tonight."

"However, it seems...some of these gifts are not high-grade." Chen Zonggong said in the speaker of the phone, "Could it be that you don't have a high-grade person in your Huang family? When the ants send it, I will kill you. …It’s boring."

This is simply provocative.

Unscrupulous provocation, irony.

"Chen Zong...!" Huang Zhengming's expression was fierce, and he squeezed the phone to pieces! !

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"Puff." Huang Zhengming spit out a mouthful of old blood, staggering backwards under his anger.

"Master!" The steward Huang Zhong's old body stepped forward quickly, holding Huang Zhengming with an arm.

"Master, take care of your body! Don't get angry!" The housekeeper cautiously supported the Patriarch, and persuaded him anxiously.

Huang Zhengming's eyes were blood red, and the entire front of his clothes was stained with blood.

He, the head of the dignified Huang family.

A hundred-year-old family, a man of ten thousand people.

But tonight, a young man in his early twenties... was shocked by... angrily and vomiting blood!

This, if it spreads out, I am afraid... it will shake the entire southern half of the sky.

"Chen Zong... I won't kill you, I'm Huang Zhengming... I swear not to be a human being! Uh ah!!!" Huang Zhengming screamed up to the sky, blood in his mouth, rushing out again.

Angrily attacked the heart, and blood surged.

At this moment, the lord of the Huang family, this top hero who has been rampant in the world for decades... For the first time, I felt the feeling of grief and anger.

The assassination that cost hundreds of millions and sacrificed the lives of hundreds of top masters in the Huang family... failed!

What is even more hateful is that the murder of the enemy, even... dare to call to provoke and ridicule? !

This, it's simply... when his Huang family is an ant? !

"Puff!" Huang Zhengming was extremely angry, and another gulp of blood spurted out.

"Master, meditate! Take care of your body!" Huang Zhong's old complexion was anxious, and he stretched out his **** and tapped acupuncture points on the master's body to clear his blood and dissolve his blood.

After a long time, Huang Zhengming finally... he was relieved from his anger attacking his heart.

At this time, he was covered with blood, and even his beard was stained dark red with blood.

He gasped for breath, resisting the violent anger in his heart.

"Master...Second Young Master's corpse, can't be dragged on any longer. It's already scorching hot now, if you put it down again, the corpse will rot." Huang Zhong supported the master with a solemn expression and slowly persuaded him.

Indeed, human bodies cannot be stored for too long during the intense heat.

Even if it is an ice coffin, it is impossible to preserve the body permanently.

After all, it will stink.

After all, it will rot.

Now, the entire Huang family's courtyard is almost filled with a faint corpse smell.

Huang Zhengming's pupils were bloodshot, and he looked at his son's ice coffin grimly.

He is not reconciled after all.

Don't need Chen Zong's blood to pay homage to his son. He Huang Zhengming is unwilling.

The Huang Family for a hundred years, has never... been so humiliated? !

"Tomorrow, hold a tofu banquet. Inviting all the guests to give Honghui the last..."

Finally, Huang Zhengming let out a long sigh, his voice hoarse and old, and said in a complicated manner.

Jiangnan custom, two days before the death of the deceased, a beautiful tofu feast will be held.

Banquet, invite relatives and friends, guests from all parties, participate in tofu banquet, see off the deceased, the last trip.

Huang Zhengming has been dragging and never holding a banquet, just...waiting to attack Chen Zongheng.

But now, the dark assassination failed.

The son's body can't be dragged on anymore.

He had no choice but to hold a tofu feast in accordance with the custom...

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