Chapter 1366

"Well, it can only be said that Zhangjia, which used to cover up the sky with one hand, now has to bow its head because it is more powerful. It's just the so-called Junjie who knows the current affairs. How can they not understand this truth?"

"I can't help it. Xiao Bawang is afraid of people in the capital. Isn't there a popular saying these days that it's better to provoke Yan Wang than Zhuang Feng?"

Hearing these comments, I was a little confused. How could I make it as if I were a bully? Although I had established a reputation in the capital, I never took the initiative to figure out who I was, and there was no intentional killing of the young master of Zhangjia to tell Zhangjia Ma Wei.

The main thing is that I can't do justice even if I carry the black pot on my back, which is the most depressing thing.

Soon, the father and son of Zhangjia came to the front of the Lingtang, behind which was a coffin. Right above the Lingtang, there was a portrait of Guan Lao. Because of the accident, they had to get a recent picture.

Zhangjia father and son picked up the incense and handed it to the candle. Somehow, although the candle was very hot, it could not be burned all the time, as if there were some special substances on the surface of these incense.

"This..." people slightly a Leng, some unknown so.

"Eh, what's the situation?"

"Is this incense made of iron? Why can't it burn! "

The people in Zhangjia were a little embarrassed. The old man said quickly, "come on, give me a change of incense. This must be in the water."

"Yes, it's easy to get moldy in the rainy weather." Master Zhang's father echoed.

In a short time, someone sent a new incense fire. It's strange that no matter how it was lit, it couldn't be lit, while other worshippers started to light up at the touch of it.

At this juncture, people in Zhangjia can be described as a hot sweat, which inevitably makes them a little guilty.

When they were in trouble, suddenly a dark wind blew in, and the candle went out.

The statue of Guan Lao shakes gently. It seems that the eyes suddenly have a look, as if this is not a picture, but someone is behind the frame.

But the only people who can really feel this is me and Zhangjia.

"Hiss." Young master Zhang soon realized that there was a sudden invisible pressure on him.

As an insider, he naturally understood that Guan's death had an inseparable relationship with Zhangjia. Before he came, he had made full preparations. Zhang stressed his psychological quality and could not show his feelings in front of others. As long as this wave passed, he escaped.

Just now, people in Zhangjia were in a hurry when the incense could not be ignited. They would like to throw away the incense. There is no doubt that they are guilty of being a thief. Even if they have any good psychological quality and encounter such strange things, they will feel uneasy.

Now the remains of Guan Lao turn to them for some reason.

They only felt that they had entered the ice cave, and the chilling cold made them shiver involuntarily, as if they were falling down, an unprecedented fear enveloped their hearts, and the cold voice echoed in their ears.

"Return my life, return my life..."

"ah, Guan Lao, don't take me away, it's not my meaning, it's my grandfather's idea, I can swear to God!" Young master Zhang is the first one who can't bear it. This kind of pressure is like substance. It seems that if he doesn't speak again, he will become mute forever.

"Ga..." when they heard that, they all looked strange.

They are not idiots. The people on the scene basically know the inside story of Guan Lao's death. In order to suppress the bad influence, they claim that Guan Lao suffered a car accident. The situation is very serious, and finally he died.

After all, in China, guns and ammunition are already very sensitive contraband, let alone explosives. Although the news was blocked for the first time, the upper class people in the capital all know what is going on. On the contrary, most ordinary people are concealed in the drum.

As for who is going to kill Guan Lao, it has become an unsolved mystery. Although they are curious, they dare not talk about it openly. As a result, in front of the Lingtang hall, Master Zhang said such strong words. They were all ignorant and looked at Master Zhang together.

The latter is immersed in endless fear, but he can also hear Master Zhang's complaint.

"His grandma, if you didn't take revenge for Xiaochen one by one, would I have to do this? If you didn't lose money and lose your reputation, why would I take this risk? " The old man Zhang's face is red and angry.

At first, he wanted to deny it, but he couldn't tell what he said. The statue above the hall seemed to have some special magic power. In front of the statue, he could only tell the truth.

So he scolded Master Zhang for being muddleheaded. The latter's face was full of frustration. It's just the so-called "one slap can't make a sound". Originally, Zhangjia didn't want to rush to fight against me. It's small to lose more than 20 billion yuan. If it fails, it's likely to destroy Zhangjia's decades of foundation.

There is no doubt that the risk is too great, so Zhangjia can only put it aside. However, the action of night concubine made little master of Zhangjia die and further intensified the contradiction. Zhangjia was already unbearable. They were afraid that I wanted to take over the basic business of Zhangjia as the outside world said.The original plan was foolproof, but it ended in failure. The world-class blasting killer also failed to kill me. After hearing the news, the people in Zhangjia were in a mess, but the blasting ghost did nothing. Long before that, they had made all preparations. The video of the community was seriously damaged, and there was no way to restore it. The investigation progress of the case was heavy Obstacles.

The people in Zhangjia are at large. They just know that I am going back to Nanyun recently. They are even more complacent. They think it's over for a while. After all, people can't come back after death. Guan is only my elder generation, not my confidant. Maybe after a long time, they will forget about it.

Looking at the end of the memorial service, people in Zhangjia just breathed a sigh of relief, but they were so confused that they didn't ask for help.