Resurrection of Shinto

　　 The heavy rain is constantly pouring down.

　　 rush rush! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

　　 knocked on the tiles of the eaves, and the rain continued to flow down the tiles, like a waterfall.

　　 The rain stained the hair and wet the clothes, flowing down Wang Zhiqiang's fat face, Wang Qingchen stretched out his hand to shake Wang Zhiqiang continuously.

　　 The fat body was shaking back and forth, and the fat on Wang Zhiqiang's face kept shaking.

　　 "Father, what's wrong with you?"

　　 "Father?"

　　 Wang Zhiqiang suddenly raised his head, his arm broke free of Wang Qingchen's support, the strength was not small, Wang Qingchen subconsciously stepped back.

　　 It seemed to be too hard, the hairpin on the top of the hair fell to the ground all of a sudden, and the wet long hair suddenly spread out, covering half of his fat face.

　　 both eyes are covered under the long hair, and the tone is wicked and said:

　　 "My Wang family has done so many evil things? Shouldn't they all deserve to die?"

　　 "My Wang family has always been pure, kind, and well-known. It has always upheld the ancestral motto and is friendly to others. Where did you do evil?"

　　 "Father, let's go to the ancestral hall!" Wang Qingchen didn't care, stepped forward and grabbed Wang Zhiqiang's arm. The damp clothes felt cold. Wang Qingchen pulled hard and he was about to drag Wang Zhiqiang away.

　　 But the obese Wang Zhiqiang was like a heavy weight falling. No matter how hard Wang Qingchen tried, Wang Zhiqiang would shake at most without being dragged away.

　　 The rain continued to drip down the hair. Wang Zhiqiang suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed Wang Qingchen's shoulders, and preached in a vicious voice: "We all deserve to die!"

　　 Wang Qingchen's face suddenly became squalid, he raised his foot and kicked towards Wang Zhiqiang, and said in a deep voice: "Father, wait a moment."

　　 "Baby go to the ancestral hall to find a way to save you!"

　　 If Wang Qingchen, who was flustered, didn't respond to the first sentence, then Wang Zhiqiang said in the second sentence. How could Wang Qingchen fail to read it because his father had something wrong.

　　 According to Wang Zhiqiang's situation, this foot should have been kicked to the ground by Wang Qingchen. Wang Qingchen has been studying sage articles, but he is not a weak scholar who has no power to bind a chicken.

　　 Strong body, Wang Zhiqiang, who is already over 200 kilograms obese under one foot, can stand firm with fat.

　　 But it is a pity that this time Wang Qingchen kicked Wang Zhiqiang's bulging belly. The touch was not soft but cold and stiff, as if he hit a hard and cold iron plate.

　　 A piercing pain came from his feet, and Wang Qingchen fell to the ground at once.

　　 The fat palms are like iron tongs made of steel, and they pinched Wang Qingchen's neck tightly. Wang Qingchen struggled constantly, grasping the fat wrists with both hands, moving with force, and kicking his legs around.

　　 Wang Qingchen's face flushed, breathing was already extremely difficult, and the struggle began to weaken, and his eyes had begun to roll.

　　 "Wake up!"

"wake up!"

　　 "Wake up Wang Qingchen!" As a thunderous scream came out, Wang Qingchen, whose vision had been blurred, suddenly opened his eyes, and began to gasp in his mouth.

　　 Breathing violently, the rain continued to fall, and his eyes narrowed subconsciously.

　　Wang Qingchen breathed the air greedily, and Wang Zhiqiang's concerned voice preached: "Qingchen is all right!"

　　Wang Qingchen followed the voice and watched. Wang Zhiqiang was standing aside in the heavy rain, supporting himself. At this moment, he held a cyan jade pendant in his hand. The luster of the jade pendant was dim, and a crack appeared in the center of the jade pendant.

　　Wang Zhiqiang waved his hand, and the jade pendant fell directly to the ground. With a click, the fragments of the jade pendant continued to splash around.

　　 "Let's go, this jade pendant is only worn by Gong Hualin, the celebrity of Changshui. It is influenced by his literary spirit every day. Only then can it have this effect, destroying the sneaky illusion, but it is an effect."

　　 "You and I all fell into the illusion just now, be careful."

　　 "Hurry up!" A look of horror appeared on Wang Qingchen's face, recalling the horror just now, and walking directly towards the ancestral hall, but he staggered and almost fell and was supported by Wang Zhiqiang.

　　 The two braved the heavy rain and ran all the way toward the ancestral hall.

　　 The rain has completely poured the two of them into soup chickens. They were all wet, their clothes tightly fitted to their bodies, and Wang Qingchen couldn't help but express joy when he looked at the bright ancestral hall in front of him.

Hurriedly ran towards the ancestral hall. As the distance to the ancestral hall was getting closer and closer, under the red light, Wang Qingchen's vision was no longer so fuzzy because of the distance. At this moment, he suddenly reacted and pulled him beside him. Wang Zhiqiang preached:

　　 "Father."

　　 "It's not right here!"

　　 "Go, hurry into the ancestral hall to save your life!" The fat arm, in turn, grabbed Wang Qingchen, and strode forward.

　　 "This is not an ancestral hall, the ancestral hall will not light oil lamps in the night!"

　　 "This is the main hall. We just came from here. We are back and cannot enter the main hall." Wang Qingchen's tone trembled, his teeth clenched up and down unconsciously, and his voice had changed.

　　 "No, this is the ancestral hall!" The voice of wicked and wicked words sounded again.

This completely broke the bottom line of Wang Qingchen’s fear. He shook his arm frantically and pushed hard towards Wang Zhiqiang beside him. His face was scared, panicked, panicked, and various expressions appeared one after another.~www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Shouted in a roaring tone:

　　 "Go!"

　　 "You fake, this is an illusion, an illusion, not real."

　　 kept kicking at Wang Zhiqiang, Wang Zhiqiang with disheveled hair, let Wang Qingchen beat him, one arm tightly pinched Wang Qingchen's neck, long hair had already covered his face, and no expression was visible.

　　 The feeling of suffocation continued to develop, Wang Qingchen could no longer breathe, his eyes became blurred, and only a stern cry was heard in his ear: "Qingchen!"

　　 The scene seen in his eyes suddenly became illusory, and he vaguely saw a fat figure staggering into an attic in the heavy rain.

　　 could not help but yell: "Father, help me!"

　　 It's a pity that he didn't say a word, and took his last breath completely. The last moment he watched his current situation, his two arms were pinching his neck tightly.

　　 It turns out I was strangled to death by myself!

　　 "Qing Chen!"

　　 The voice of shouting came out, but there was no half of it. Wang Zhiqiang once again shouted: "Qingchen?"

　　 There was still no sound, and there was silence in all directions, as if in a place of dead silence.

　　 Wang Zhiqiang's face was horrified, and he shouted in the ancestral hall with a stern tone: "Ancestor!"

"Help!"

　　 "Wang Jiadu will not be able to do this, I am afraid it will be destroyed."

　　 "Your ancestors will be extinct. Without descendants to worship, you will not survive forever."

　　 "Save me, just save you."

　　 "Father, our royal family is sinful and no one can live. You are going to die, I am going to die, and our ancestors will die too!" A figure with a bowed head was standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, facing away from the crowd.

　　 "Ghost, Hugh is crazy!"