Pick a School Flower as Your Wife

Wang Simo waved his hand, "The royal guards obeyed the order and blocked all exits of the palace. No one can leave the palace for half a step before 1 noon." Wang Simo's eyes were fierce, he wanted to look at it. In front of Uncle Master, Jiang Xingchen was so mad.

In front of the Wang Family Mansion and the mourning hall, a sorrowful atmosphere filled.

Wang Si Cong knelt on his knees, tears flowing in his eyes.

Not only to lose his loved ones, but also to suffer the grievances of killing them. Over the past few days, Wang Sicong's heart has been under tremendous pressure. At this moment, before his father's spirit, he can no longer control it and cried bitterly. .

Luo Feng put three sticks of incense to the head of the Wang family and walked to the side.

Chang Yu knelt beside Wang Si Cong.

After a while.

Chang Yu said softly, "Master, we should also go now. After all, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Being able to walk here without incident, and worship the Patriarch without any interruption, I can't imagine it in ordinary language. But the common language is clear, even if Luo Feng single-handedly overturned the entire Wang family today, but behind the young master of the Wang family, Wang Si Mo, there is the blood-clothed door. That is a real cultivator sect, and the strength is not comparable to that of the Wang family.

Wang Si Cong nodded slowly, stood up and looked at Luo Feng, "Xingchen, today, thank you."

Luo Feng smiled and shook his head, "What are you polite? I think Patriarch Wang is alive in the sky. He will be happy to know that his son is so filial."

"No, he won't be happy, father." A figure rushed in outside the door.

Surprisingly Wang Sisong.

Wang Sisong's footsteps staggered, his face was so pale that he was not bloody, his body was still trembling, and his voice was also trembling, "I saw it with my own eyes, Dad, he won't die."

Wang Si Cong's heart was shaken, and his eyes turned to Wang Si Song.

Chang Yu's expression was slightly gloomy, "Second Young Master, what do you want to say?"

Wang Sisong was in a cold sweat all over, as if he was in a state of extreme panic. He kept swallowing, trying to suppress the endless panic in his heart, and his voice trembled, "I think, I know who killed him."

"What are you talking about?" Wang Si Cong's eyes burst out suddenly, and he rushed forward, "Who is it?"

Luo Feng couldn't help but glance at Wang Sisong.

Luo Feng didn't pay attention to the second young master of the Wang Family from beginning to end.

It's just a straw bag.

"I'm not sure right now." Wang Sisong looked at the coffin placed behind the mourning hall in front.

"Second Young Master, what do you mean?" The common language frowned.

Wang Sisong took a deep breath, "I need to take a look at the scars on Dad's corpse to be sure."

Hearing this, Wang Si Cong couldn't help being stunned.

After a long while, Wang Si Cong looked up at Wang Si Song, "Since you know who killed Dad, why don't you tell Wang Si Mo? The Wang family has been insisting that I am the father-killer?"

"Fourth brother, I was wrong." Wang Sisong said, "Let me take a look at the wound on my father. I will tell you everything naturally."

"I think he's right." Luo Feng said, "Although the dead are the most important, we should let him enter the soil for safety, but I think Patriarch Wang also wants you to find out who killed him. he."

Wang Si Cong pondered for a moment, nodding his head.

Wang Sisong clenched his fists tightly and walked in the direction of the coffin step by step.

He walked very slowly, but he seemed to be able to hear his footsteps and heartbeat.

He hoped his guess was not true.

He didn't want to believe that it was his elder brother who killed his father.

However, the blood knife in Wang Simo's hands today completely made Wang Sisong feel terrified.

"Father, I'm sorry for disturbing you." Wang Sisong took a deep breath and pushed the coffin aside.

Look down...

At this moment, Wang Sisong felt the sky spinning around, his face was cold and ashen, and he felt a tumbling in his chest, and he turned to vomit.

Upon seeing this, Wang Si Cong's expression instantly darkened, "No matter what he becomes, he is our father."

Wang Sisong vomited wildly, his face was no longer bloody, his voice was a bit hoarse, his eyes revealed fear, "No, fourth brother, you...look."

Hearing this, Wang Si Cong couldn't help but frowned and walked over. When his eyes touched the corpse inside the coffin, Wang Si Cong's body was shocked, and a chill poured from the soles of his feet to his body, and Wang Si Cong's fist subconsciously died. Hold tightly.

"Who is it! Who is it!" Wang Si Cong's eyes were covered with a layer of blood red, and he was filled with monstrous hatred.

Luo Feng and Chang Yu stepped forward at the same time.

Looking down, Luo Feng's face couldn't help changing color.

The corpse of the Wang Family Patriarch was **** and naked. It was not only naked, but even a layer of skin on his body seemed to be removed. It looked terrifying and terrifying.

"Is that what happened on the day my father was killed?" Wang Sicong's voice trembled faintly.

Even the skin was stripped, what a resentment is this?

"No, it's not." Wang Sisong shook his head, "I was the first to see Dad's body at the time. There were many scars on Dad's body, but there was no..."

"In this way, Patriarch Wang suffered the crime of skinning only after his death." Luo Feng frowned.

"Who is the murderer?" Wang Si Cong stared at Wang Si Song.

Wang Sisong walked over again. This time he was mentally prepared. He looked down and pointed to a position of the corpse. "There was a wound here, but now it has been peeled. The wound is hard to identify..."

Wang Si Cong closed his eyes, holding back his tears, already filled with hatred in his heart.

"The peeled skin of Daddy's body is right next to us. We...try to restore this position." Wang Si Cong opened his eyes. The blood-red eyes were full of hatred, firmness and stubbornness. No matter what, he must To find the murderer.

Even now, Wang Si cannot tolerate any retreat.

The two were cautious, their hands were already stained red with blood.

When the skin on the wound was restored, and the peculiar wound was greeted by Wang Sisong's eyes, Wang Sisong suddenly collapsed on the ground.

"Why, why did he do this?"

Wang Si Cong squatted down, grabbed Wang Si Song, and shouted, "Who is he, who is he?"

Luo Feng walked over and glanced at the wound.

In his mind, a blood knife flashed past.

Luo Feng's pupils couldn't help but shake slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at the wound.

Looking down at Wang Sisong, Luo Feng already knew it.

"The tiger poison doesn't eat its children, and the reverse is also true." Luo Feng sighed lightly, "What is the reason that the Wang family eldest master was so cruel and murdered his father?"

"Young Master Wang Family?" Wang Si Cong's heart shook strongly, "Wang Si Mo!"

Wang Si Cong's eyes fixed on Wang Si Song, "Wang Si Mo is the murderer who killed Dad?"