All of a sudden.

The air in the study seemed to be frozen.

Chen Dong's eyes widened and he stared at the scenes on the scroll that looked like Shura's hell. His back felt cold and his scalp felt like it was exploding.

Is this... really the world of more than 200 days ago?

In a trance.

Ridiculous, ridiculous, unbelievable...

Various thoughts appeared in Chen Dong's mind.

Chen Daojun and Wu Chang remained silent, staring closely at Chen Dong.

Every scene on the scroll is extremely eye-catching. There are countless corpses, rivers of blood, and mountains of corpses piled up...

When Chen Dong noticed something strange about Zhao Polu, he felt the boundless darkness of the painting when he just glanced at it. Now he focused his attention again.

That darkness, like an invisible hand, grabbed Chen Dong's ankle and dragged him directly into the boundless abyss, sinking him forever.

Beads of sweat were thickly covered on Chen Dong's forehead.

Looking at the painting, Chen Dong's breathing gradually became heavier.

"Dong'er!"

Chen Daojun's tongue bursts with spring thunder.

Chen Dong trembled suddenly, woke up, and said gratefully to Chen Daojun: "Thank you, uncle."

"Come on, come with us to the hospital."

Chen Daojun said sternly, and added: "I just respect you, so I let you know, but this is not the reason for you to stop me."

Chen Dong looked stern.

hesitated for a moment.

He still said: "Uncle, can you hold off for a while? After all, we have just experienced such a big thing. Zhao Polu was also seriously injured due to the backlash of "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts". He has not yet woken up. Wait until he wakes up."

Come and ask again?"

Things have developed to this point.

Even if he wanted to cover for Zhao Polu, it would be impossible.

Chen Daojun is not Wu Chang, Wu Chang can still help Zhao Polu look around and talk about him, and pass by in a secretive manner.

But facing Chen Daojun, no matter how much cover you have, it can't be compared to Chen Daojun's single-handedly defeating all methods!

Chen Daojun thought for two seconds, nodded, and finally agreed.

"Thank you, uncle."

Chen Dong clasped his fists.

After Chen Daojun and Wu Chang left the study, Chen Dong turned his attention to the painting again.

"Will the world really become like this after more than two hundred days?"

A heavy murmur echoed in the study.

The scenes in the painting were as tragic as hell, and Chen Dong couldn't believe it.

But since the words came from Chen Daojun's mouth, he had to believe them!

But seeing everything in the painting, he still couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, and an invisible great fear quietly arose.

Maybe...it's really time for Zhao Polu to tell something!

…

The next three days.

The world's rich and powerful families seem to have fallen into silence.

From the initial sensation after the Dongchuang incident to the final collective silence, it far exceeded Chen Dong and Chen Daojun's expectations.

After all, overnight.

The family home was attacked, Daojun was released from prison, the Li family appeared, Iga-ryu was destroyed, and even Chen Dong was divorced.

Every incident is enough to affect the world's wealthy families and various forces.

But for three whole days, everything was calm!

"Uncle, do you think this is the calm before the storm?"

In the study, Chen Dong rubbed his nose and smiled jokingly.

For three days, he stayed at home and worked, directing the progress of projects throughout the southwest region via remote control.

I did this, firstly, because I had just separated from Gu Qingying and was still a little depressed, and secondly, I wanted to minimize the chance of being exposed and reduce the impact.

"yes."

Chen Daojun pondered for a few seconds and nodded.

Dong Dong.

There was a knock on the door.

Mr. Long opened the door and walked in: "Young Master, Rothschild will arrive in the evening and has already prepared a banquet. At that time, he will invite the heads of wealthy families and powerful figures gathered in the southwest region to the banquet."

"You have worked hard these past few days. Let me inform Xiao Ma and let him take the big guys to relax and have a rest tonight."

Chen Dong closed the document and said with a smile.

After the establishment of Dingding in the southwest, the entire Dingtai was almost overloaded, and everyone's workload was far greater than before.

After all, from a real estate company in a corner to operating in the vast southwest region, the load changes are terrifying.

The arrival of Rothschild was also for the creation of "Eastern Wall Street".

Of course, there is also the intention for both parties to celebrate after the dust settles.

After Mr. Long left, Wu Chang hurriedly walked in again.

Seeing the impermanence, his face became solemn.

Chen Dong's heart skipped a beat.

Don't wait to ask.

Wu Chang then said: "Zhao Polu is awake."

really!

Chen Dong's eyebrows lowered.

During these three days, Wu Chang almost stayed in the hospital, waiting for Zhao Polu to wake up.

Now I have finally waited for this moment!

"Let's go to the hospital."

Chen Daojun stood up and walked outside.

"Uncle, let me come with you."

Chen Dong stood up and followed him. He seemed to have guessed Chen Daojun's thoughts and quickly added: "Polu is Xiaoying's lifesaver after all, and he is also his lifesaver to me."

"Um."

Chen Daojun responded.

When the three people arrived at Lijin Hospital.

Zhao Polu was leaning on the hospital bed, watching TV and eating an apple.

As soon as he saw Chen Dong, Zhao Polu smiled.

But when he saw Chen Daojun and Wu Chang behind Chen Dong, a trace of fear flashed deep in his eyes.

He can evade Impermanence, but when faced with Chen Daojun, it will be difficult for him to resist!

"Polu, are you okay?"

Chen Dong walked into the ward first and asked with concern.

Zhao Polu pursed his lips and was about to respond with a smile.

Wow…

The drawing paper unfolded in the air, stretched across Zhao Polu's hospital bed, and slowly fell on Zhao Polu's body.

Almost at the same time.

Chen Daojun's cold voice sounded: "Zhao Polu, you have drawn the world more than two hundred days later, why don't you tell me about Xu Qingfeng?"

quiet.

In the ward, the air suddenly became extremely solid.
To be continued...