Wen Xu avoided his eyes, not daring to look into his eyes: "I...I have always lived here, this is my home."

Jiang Shuyi's head hadn't turned around yet: "Your home?"

Wen Xu mustered up his courage and said quickly: "According to your seniority, you should call me uncle."

After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief. The secret that he was most proud of was finally revealed to his mouth, and he felt relieved. ωωw..net

Jiang Shuyi thought it was ridiculous: "You are grandpa's son? You are only two years younger than me! My dad will not recognize you as my younger brother, you damn elder."

I felt inexplicably uncomfortable and panicked, because I was a grandmother and a girl who was brutally murdered at a young age.

On the contrary, the female ghost on the side felt calm after her resentment dissipated.

The joy that just arose after Wen Xu was instantly extinguished by Jiang Shuyi's words, and his inferiority complex rose again.

Yes, Jiang Shuyi is the proud son of the Jiang family, and he is pampered.

He is just Wen Ruhai's shameless illegitimate son.

"Axu, who is here?"

Grandpa's voice came from inside the house. It was no longer so energetic and seemed weak.

It is like a big tree in the sky, which is withering and rotting from the roots, and is about to die.

"Dad is looking for me. I'm going in." Wen Xu hurriedly ran in. After all, he was still a half-grown child. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn't hide the panic on his face.

Jiang Shuyi murmured: "It turns out that I never understood grandpa."

In the room, the old man closed his eyes slightly, leaning on the recliner with a blanket on his legs. He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and was twisting them.

Beside him stood a Taoist priest in Taoist robes.

It was the Taoist priest who had just left the Jiang family not long ago and claimed that Jiang Shuyi was haunted by a resentful spirit and would not survive more than ten days.

Wen Xu consciously knelt beside Mr. Wen's legs, squeezed his biological father's legs, and whispered: "The Jiang family is here."

Mr. Wen opened his eyes and showed his sharpness: "Bring people in."

"yes."

When others came in, Mr. Wen raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Shuyi, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Ayi, why do you think of visiting grandpa?"

As for the others, he didn't even look at them.

Jiang Shuyi looked at the three people in the room, clenched his fists tightly, and rage surged in his heart: "I came here for the truth. I want to know what grandpa did in the past and what he wants to do now."

Jiang Ruhai looked at his young grandson, the envy in his eyes was undisguised: "It's better to be young! Lively and energetic, it makes people happy to see him."

Jiang Shuyi asked: "Do you still remember the people you killed with your own hands?"

Hearing the old man sigh, he said in disappointment: "Ayi, you are most like me when I was young. Unfortunately, you are impulsive, reckless, and too restless. You still need to practice hard."

"I'm not here to talk to you about this."

Jiang Shuyi said loudly: "You asked Wen Xu to lure me to summon the soul, and you asked this Taoist priest to come to your door. After going around in such a circle, what exactly do you want to do?"

Jiang Ruhai still looked at him, with a memorial in his eyes: "Grandpa can't live for a few more years, I just want to live for a few more years."

Su Cen sneered: "So, you have the idea of ​​​​taking on your own grandson? Use the first love you killed to borrow the life of your descendants? Tsk, you can hide the truth with one trick and move the disaster eastward. You are really in vain."

Jiang Shuyi looked at Su Cen in shock. Is it grandpa who wants to borrow his life?

He looked at the Taoist priest next to his grandfather.

The Taoist priest looked away guiltily.

He just uses people's money to eliminate disasters for them, and he has no control over the consequences.
Chapter completed!