"The specific situation is not clear!"
Song Huahua nodded lightly: "It's just rumored that four weapons suddenly disappeared from the Burial Sword Tomb in the Holy Land of Wuyi Lane."
"A knife, a sword, a spear and an ax are exactly the weapons buried by the four King Kongs of Wuyi Lane before they retired from the world."
"Whether these weapons were stolen by daring people or whether the Four King Kongs came out again, it is difficult to judge for the time being."
"But the entire killer world is much more peaceful than before."
She whispered: "After all, if you accidentally provoke these four old monsters, you will definitely die."
While digesting the message, Song Wansan tapped the chess pieces and spoke:
"The century-old killer organization in Wuyi Lane is not only difficult to defeat due to its large numbers of people, but it also has roots that are intertwined with light and dark."
"They're like an iceberg."
"On top are the clearly visible twelve zodiac signs and other powers, and below are the four Vajras, the left and right protectors and the sect master."
"And the responsibilities are clear. The twelve zodiac signs kill people to make money, and the four king kongs are responsible for the inheritance in secret."
"They put so much effort into sowing seeds, but they don't care about the life or death of the seeds."
"This is also the reason why the Four King Kongs did not come out to retaliate after the Twelve Zodiacs and others were severely injured by Ye Fan and Ye Tang."
"For them, as long as the people with a clear face are not exterminated and the enemy's hands do not penetrate under the iceberg, they will not come out of the mountain."
"If the Four King Kongs of Wuyi Lane really come out now, it means that big things will happen in the world recently."
"And the only people who can mobilize the Four Great Vajras are the Wuyixiang Sect Master, who hasn't shown up in decades, or the one from the Tang Sect..."
He suddenly remembered something and smiled: "Tang Pingfan's disappearance is a bit interesting. I feel more and more that he is still alive."
Song Huahua's breathing stagnated slightly: "If he was alive, why didn't he come out and watch the Tang Sect fall apart?"
Song Wansan smiled playfully: "Fragmentation is not necessarily a bad thing."
“Only through great destruction can we achieve great success!”
"you lose!"
After he finished speaking, he dropped the black chess piece with a snap, instantly reversing the situation where he was surrounded.
Song Huahua was startled for a moment, then smiled, as if he had figured something out: "Dad, I lost, and I am convinced that I lost."
"You were convinced when you lost, but I was a little distracted when I won."
Song Wansan dropped the chess piece, picked up the tea cup and said with a smile: "The bustling Hengcheng mentioned by Hongyan made my heart tremble."
Song Huahua's eyelids twitched, and he stretched out his hand to touch Song Wansan's hand: "Dad, don't join in the fun in Hengcheng."
Song Wansan smiled and said, "There is a lingering hatred in my heart that I can't get rid of, and there is a thorn in my heart that I haven't removed yet."
"dad!"
Song Huahua's pretty face became solemn: "Didn't Hongyan just say that this thorn can't hurt you?"
Song Wansan moved Song Huahua's hand away, took a sip of tea, and then took out a diary from under the coffee table:
"Once the thorn is pulled out, it is no longer a thorn."
"But until it is pulled out, it will always be an uncomfortable thorn."
"Let me see who owes me money and should pay it back."
Chapter completed!