At Ju's Winery, Mr. Ju stood under the eaves, looking at the strings of raindrops falling from under the eaves with complex eyes, and looking hesitantly into the distance.
Ju Wuzhu stood at the door of the hall, hiding behind Ju Lao and counting the time with his fingers. After a while, he tilted his head, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Alas..." Ju Lao's sigh suddenly came from under the eaves in front of the hall.
"What's wrong?" Ju Wuzhu asked from behind.
Ju Lao pondered and stared at the mountain shadows in the distance, swaying slightly in the rain, which seemed unreal.
In the quiet Chateau Cuisine, everything seems to have fallen into a quiet sleep, which is completely different from the tragic scene outside the chateau.
The cool breeze blew through the hall, blowing the skirts of Ju Lao's clothes. He was thoughtful and suddenly said: "Château Ju's, this time can really be regarded as the main culprit in the destruction of Pima Chateau."
"Why do you say that?" Ju Wuzhu tried to persuade her with a comforting tone, "No one expected this situation. Besides, gangsters are rampant. Regardless of whether we make the decision to hold an auction or not, the result will not be much different."
"Alas, even so..."
Ju Lao frowned and looked at the hazy sky in the distance: "After all, it was me, Ju, who was greedy for personal gain and exchanged the lives of so many innocent people for the life of his wife."
"Father thinks too much." Ju Wuzhu said lightly.
The two fell silent again. The rain was pouring, and the water stains reached under the eaves, gradually soaking Ju Lao's shoes.
Zhuangkou, the final situation ended with the victory of everyone in Pima Zhuang. Chong Daocheng was worried that there was a scam and asked everyone not to pursue the enemy, so the big men quickly turned around and ran away along the mountain road.
Everyone returned to the entrance of the village, obviously not happy. After all, what was covered by the night rain were the corpses of their compatriots.
Chong Daocheng was about to lose his strength and walked unsteadily to the front of Fu Yunge.
Fu Yunge had slowly put down Tongniu's cold body, and he stood up. The rain had washed his hair full of water stains, and it was messy on his face.
"You..." Chong Daocheng was worried about his mood and tried to comfort him.
"I'm fine." Fu Yunge breathed a long sigh of relief, and he couldn't tell which was rain and which was tears. Only through the unclear night sky, Chong Daocheng could see a circle of red floating around his eyes.
"I always feel that things don't end here yet." Fu Yunge wiped his face and said seriously to Chong Daocheng.
"What do you mean?" Chong Daocheng's heart skipped a beat.
"I don't know." Fu Yunge looked into the depths of Pima Village with blurred eyes and murmured, "But I always feel that there are still some things that have been ignored. If it ends like this, my intuition tells me that something big will happen. ."
Chong Daocheng followed his gaze and looked toward the other side of the night. There was also silence in the village at this time, with only low, faint cries filling the rain.
"We can go in and have a look."
Chong Daocheng thought that Fu Yunge must have thought too much. But for the sake of safety, he still suggested.
Suddenly, Chong Daocheng noticed that Fu Yunge's arms were shaking slightly. It seemed that he was surprised to discover some loophole, but then fell into a helpless panic!
He quickly pulled his shoulder, frowning and asked: "Did you...remember something?"
"...Hmm." Fu Yunge's expression was ugly. His eyes extended to Ju's Winery deep in Pima Village, and his teeth trembled. "I remembered a problem. Now Ju Lao may have a big problem. Trouble!"
"What!" Chong Daocheng gasped in surprise, and quickly pulled him over, "Then leave quickly!"
Fu Yunge no longer hesitated and ran to Ju's Winery with Chong Daocheng.
On the way, Chong Daocheng couldn't help but be curious, and asked as he ran: "Let me tell you, what is the loophole you found...?"
"The current Ju Wuzhu is probably a fake." Fu Yunge said in a surprising way, "Because he just called me 'Mr. Fu Yunge', but before that, Ju Wuzhu always called me 'Mr. Yu'" 'of!"
Thunder rumbled under the dark clouds, and the wind blew through the rain, making it rain even harder. The dark night was filled with an inexplicable strangeness, and in the cool rain net, there was an unsettling sense of depression.
In front of the meeting hall in the winery, Ju Lao watched the raindrops falling, like an aging stone sculpture, motionless in front of the hall. He squinted his eyes, seeming to be thinking about something, but also seemed to have nothing to worry about.
"Father, you've been there for a long time. Be careful of catching a cold." Ju Wuzhu reminded him in the hall.
"...Nothing." Ju Lao still didn't look back.
There was silence inside and outside the hall.
The continuous rain at night has always been the favorite time for both father and son. Because Ju Lao usually has a lot of business, only on rainy nights like this can the father and son get together leisurely, chatting about poetry, painting, family, and other trivial matters.
When his son was young, Ju Lao often taught him the principles of life at home at night. He warned his son that the reason why his family has today's foundation is because they have always adhered to the principles of kindness and tolerance.
Fortunately, my son has adhered to his teachings over the years. I believe that after this huge change, my son will be able to grow up and have a deeper understanding of the foundation that has stood for many years.
After all, he will die sooner or later. He only hopes that the reputation and reputation of his family can be safely handed over to his son and continue to be carried forward to benefit future generations.
A cool breeze blew by in front of the hall, which brought Ju Lao back to reality. Dense raindrops are still pouring down, and the rainy night continues.
"Go, son, and see how the medicine in the wing is doing." He called to his son.
After returning home just now, the father and son immediately prepared the medicine according to the prescription given by the doctor before, adding Golden Wind Peony. They have been waiting here for the medicinal soup to be simmered, and now it is almost time according to the prescription.
"Okay." Ju Wuzhu stepped over the threshold.
Suddenly, an unexpected and shocking change broke the originally quiet scene.
The cold light of an extremely sharp dagger suddenly appeared, and the moment Ju Wuzhu stepped over the threshold, blood splashed down the hall, and it suddenly pierced Ju Lao's chest!
