Early the next morning.

Wang Chen rushed to Zhao's house early.

Today is the funeral of Zhao Yuru’s father.

In the Zhao family, the mourning hall has been properly decorated, and many of Zhao's father's former friends came to attend the funeral.

There was a touch of sadness on everyone's face.

Come to think of it, Zhao Shifeng is quite a good person.

Zhao Yuru and her mother knelt in front of her father's memorial tablet, crying so hard that they couldn't stop crying.

Uncle Zhao Shize, on the other hand, stood outside the mourning hall door, receiving people coming and going.

Wang Chen looked at everything from a distance and felt bad in his heart.

He hurriedly walked to Zhao Yuru, gently stroked Zhao Yuru's back, and whispered comfort.

When Mrs. Zhao saw Wang Chen, she scolded with an ugly face:

"Get out of here!"

"This is not the place you should come!"

Facing the strange looks from the people around him, Wang Chen said nothing.

Accompanying Zhao Yuru silently.

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao gritted her teeth and remained silent.

Two hours passed by in a flash.

People who came to attend the funeral gradually left.

Since Zhao Shifeng's body was not found, the Zhao family could only build a burial mound for Zhao Shifeng.

…

The scene of Zhao Shifeng's car accident is located on the side of a cliff, which is extremely dangerous.

At this moment, inside the cave on the mountainside.

The lights flicker.

A young man hurried over and whispered:

"Boss, that Zhao family member is awake."

"However, I have lost my memory."

“What should we do with this person?”

From the deepest part of the cave, a cold voice came:

"Our experiments are now in urgent need of experimental products."

"Bring him in."

The young man lowered his head suddenly and said:

"yes!"

…

The funeral ended quickly.

Wang Chen held Zhao Yuru's hand and took her back to Zhao's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he was driven out by the crazy old lady Zhao waving a broom.

Wang Chen was not angry about this, on the contrary, he understood the old man's mood very well.

Only those who have personally experienced it can understand that a person with white hair sends a gift to a person with black hair.

Wang Chen thought of some past events and walked silently on the street.

Buzz...buzz!

The phone vibrated.

Seeing that the caller ID was Jiang Tian, ​​Wang Chen immediately answered the phone and asked:

"Old classmate, what's wrong?"

Jiang Tian said happily:

"Wang Chen, my brother is awake!"

"Come to the hospital quickly, quickly!"

Wang Chen agreed, rushed to the hospital, and came to Jiang Le's ward.

Seeing him step into the door, Jiang Tian stood up ecstatically, took Wang Chen's hand and said:

"Xiao Le, this is your savior!"

"You were already on the verge of death, and it was he who brought you back to the world."

"If it weren't for Wang Chen, our sister and brother would have been separated by yin and yang!"

Jiang Le was also a little excited and hurriedly wanted to get up from the hospital bed.

Wang Chen smiled, held his shoulders, asked him to sit down, shook his head and said:

"You may have forgotten that I met you when your sister and I were studying together."

"At that time, you were still your sister's follower."

Jiang Le blushed, and the big boy laughed sheepishly:

"Brother Chen, I think of you!"

"Thank you."

Wang Chen briefly chatted with Jiang Le about past events, then sat on the hospital bed and asked seriously:

"Before you got sick, did you come into contact with anyone who was different from ordinary people?"

Jiang Le was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head in confusion, and said:

"No, I have been attending classes in school."

"After class, sometimes I go to have dinner with my classmates."

"On weekends off, I went out for a walk with my sister..."

Jiang Tian looked at Wang Chen in confusion and said in confusion:

"Wang Chen, what do you want to say?"

Wang Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he squinted his eyes and said:

"You have been poisoned by someone's heart-eating poison."

"Gu is a traditional witchcraft of the Miao generation."

"It's impossible for ordinary people to realize it. It seems that you don't know either."

Jiang Tian was shocked, stood up in fright, and asked:

"Poison? Why do you want to poison my brother?"

Wang Chen looked at Jiang Le again and said with a smile:

"Your brother's bloodline is very rare. It is not an exaggeration to say that one of tens of millions of people can choose one."

"The first time I saw him yesterday, I knew he was of pure Yang blood."

"However, I haven't awakened yet. Otherwise, my martial arts and Taoism practice would not be able to catch up with my peers."

As he said this, Wang Chen frowned.

Second Master Niang said that this kind of heart-eating Gu has been lost for at least thirty years.

The old guys who knew how to use it were basically dead.

Who is this person? Why is he in Shanhai?

Just when Wang Chen himself was puzzled.

An old man with white hair, long tangled hair and dirty body rushed into the ward!

The old man widened his eyes angrily and kept looking at Wang Chen.

The murderous intent in his eyes is overwhelming!

Wang Chen felt a chill on his back, turned his head subconsciously, looked at the old man and said:

"It seems that you are the one who cast the poison."

"I was just about to look for you, but you showed up right at my door!"

The old man had obviously been listening outside the door for a long time, his expression was extremely cold, he clenched his fists and said:
To be continued...