The housekeeper and his servants fell to their knees together, and a heavy and sad emotion filled the air.
The housekeeper didn't even raise his head, and his voice was extremely choked: "The old man is fine, the young master... he was beaten to death! The young madam was also seriously injured, and she is still bedridden..."
What!
Zhang Enjie, Zhang Ningyun and his grandson felt like they were struck by lightning, and their blood immediately rushed to their brains!
In the mourning hall, Zhang Enjie and Zhang Ningyun silently looked at Zhang Tianci in the ebony coffin. After being processed by the embalmer, Zhang Tianci's body showed no signs of decay in the past few days. The expression on his face It also appears calm and peaceful.
Zhang Enjie devoted countless efforts to his eldest son Zhang Tianci, hoping that he would become a talented person and hope that he could take charge of the Zhang family in the future, but fate was never on the side of the Zhang family. Fortunately, Zhang Tianci gave birth to a genius for the Zhang family, but the eldest son and grandson Zhang Ningyun pursued martial arts in his early years and went to Martial Arts Mountain for many years. It has been more than seven years since he last came back.
Zhang Enjie never expected that when he came back this time, it would turn into a scene where the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away.
Zhang Enjie stretched out his slightly trembling right hand. This hand had taken the lives of many martial arts masters, but now he was shaking uncontrollably and gently touched Zhang Tianci's face.
The air seemed to be frozen. The surrounding servants did not dare to move at all, with cold sweat dripping from their foreheads. They could only feel the boundless rage and violence brewing in the backs of the two men in front of them.
It was as if a volcano was about to erupt and a catastrophic feeling arose in everyone's mind.
"My son... a gift from heaven..."
"father!!"
Boom! It was as if the earth was cracking, lava erupted, the blue bricks on the ground were cracked inch by inch, and huge spider web-like cracks were expanding crazily like snakes. From Zhang Enjie's body, an extremely angry anger shot straight into the sky.
Buzz! The horrifying roar shook the house, and countless dust fell from the beams.
Everyone looked pale, covering their ears tightly, looking at the desperate and domineering figure in the smoke and dust in horror.
The contemporary head of the Zhang family is so powerful.
The people around him were frightened for a moment and felt it was difficult to breathe. Only Zhang Ningyun looked sad and stood there seemingly unaffected.
"Who is it! Who is it! Who is it!" Zhang Ningyun almost went crazy, roaring with a ferocious expression.
All the underground people were horrified and backed away with pale faces. They all knelt on the ground and did not dare to speak.
However, before the rest of the people could react, the terrifying momentum gradually subsided.
Condensing all his emotions in an instant, Zhang Enjie looked indifferent and asked calmly:
"How is she now, young lady?"
This extremely calm tone made the kneeling people tremble all over again. The housekeeper choked and said:
"There is no physical damage to the young lady's body, it's just..."
"What is it?"
"The doctor who was invited said that the young lady may have been stimulated and suffered from hysteria."
"Okay, okay..." Zhang Enjie still looked extremely calm: "Ning Yun, you go see your grandma and your mother first. Everyone else, please step aside. I want to be alone for a while."
"Yes." Zhang Ningyun nodded and left the mourning hall first. The housekeeper and the rest of the servants followed him out with their heads lowered.
In the quiet mourning hall, Zhang Enjie stood quietly, with no trace of anger. His figure suddenly stooped down. He was clearly in his prime, but he looked old.
He murmured in a voice that only he could hear:
"Godsend, it was dad who harmed you..."
"Tianci, how could you just let go and leave..."
"Goddess, dad will not let you go to hell alone like this. Dad will make the person who hurt you pay the price!"
"God-given..."
Zhang Enjie closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slowly flowed down.
At this moment, an old figure appeared on crutches
The entrance to the mourning hall.
Zhang Enjie looked up at the door, wiped the tears from his face and stood up.
"I heard that you are back. I came to take a look. It's a godsend..." The old man walked slowly to the coffin and sat down.
"Grandpa, are you that bastard Renjie?" Zhang Enjie asked through gritted teeth.
The old man sighed and nodded: "Who else could it be but him? This bastard has no mercy at all and actually brought outsiders to the house to cause trouble!"
"Is there a kid in blood-clothed clothes who came with him?" Zhang Enjie clenched his fists suddenly. At this moment, he really wanted to cut Zhang Renjie into pieces with a thousand knives.
The old man nodded, and his cloudy eyes flashed with light and a strong murderous aura.
"Did that bastard take away "The Thousand Secrets of Iron Gut"?" the old man shouted while poking his cane.
Zhang Enjie immediately lowered his head. Faced with the old man's pressure, he did not dare to say anything more for fear of making too many mistakes.
"Okay, you were in great danger before. The bloody man was really in trouble. You have to find a way to solve this matter. God's death cannot be in vain!"
Zhang Enjie nodded, and the old man stood up. He glanced at the coffin, then took a deep breath and said, "At any cost!"
"Yes!" Zhang Enjie responded quickly.
The old man walked out of the mourning hall on crutches. Zhang Enjie suddenly said: "Grandpa, is it okay to give up "Thousand Secrets of Iron Gut" to others?"
The old man paused and replied: "That thing is no longer in our hands. Is there any use in worrying about it so much? If we can use "Thousands of Iron Gales" to exchange for the lives of those dogs, then this "Thousands of Iron Gales" can be considered to be the best use of it. beyond its value."
"Enjie understands, I will never let you down." Zhang Enjie bowed respectfully to the old man's back.
The old man left, and Zhang Enjie sat back beside the coffin again, his hands constantly stroking the coffin.
"Daolin! Daolin! Find Long San and ask him to bring a message to Daolin. They are all so afraid of Daolin. Daolin must be very capable, Tao... Emperor Taoist?" Zhang Enjie narrowed his eyes slightly, he was thinking How to contact Dowling.
"As long as we can contact Daolin and get him to kill Zhang Renjie and Xueyi, then give him "Thousands of Iron Gales". I think this "Thousands of Iron Gales" will definitely attract him."
Zhang Enjie stood up, picked up three sticks of incense from the table nearby and lit them.
"God-given...you are in heaven and you are watching your father. I will promise you here today that I will definitely find those bastards to avenge you!"
Zhang Enjie put three sticks of incense into the incense burner, then turned and walked towards the backyard. After he left, the housekeeper took the servants back to the mourning hall. The incense should not be cut off, this was the rule.
Back in the backyard, Zhang Enjie went directly to his room. Before he even walked in, he heard whimpering coming from the house, which made him feel uncomfortable.
