"Zhao Xiaopeng, don't you know yet? Your grandfather is dead! Your Zhao family is finished! You have no right to be arrogant in front of me now! I came here today, in addition to meeting Mr. Tang, I came to see you! I want to

Give me back the land you took from me last time! Otherwise, I will chop you up!"

As soon as Jiang Long said these words, the whole place was silent!

"What, the old man of the Zhao family is dead!?"

"The old man of the Zhao family is the backbone of the Zhao family. The other descendants of the Zhao family seem to have little ability! If Mr. Zhao dies, anyone can step on the Zhao family!"

"No wonder Jiang Long dared to slap Zhao Xiaopeng in the face today. It turns out that the Zhao family is finished!"

At this moment, Chen Xingran, who was watching on the sidelines, was also surprised. He should be the only person in the world who knew about the death of Zhao Qiansun Sanlao!

Chen Xingran has never leaked this news so far.

How come Jiang Long in front of me knew that the old man of the Zhao family was dead? This shouldn't be the case!

unless!?

Chen Xingran thought of a possibility!

Zhao Xiaopeng had no idea that the old man of the Zhao family was dead, nor did he believe that his old man would die!

Zhao Xiaopeng suddenly became hysterical: "How could my grandfather die! My grandfather is a transformation warrior! There are only a handful of people in the world who can hurt my grandfather! You are talking nonsense!"

Jiang Long smiled coldly and said, "Your grandfather has been missing for a while, right? Your grandfather has not shown his face in public for at least three months."

Zhao Xiaopeng yelled: "My grandfather's whereabouts are unpredictable. Don't spread rumors here! If my grandfather knows that you are talking bad about his old man everywhere, he will be killed!"

Jiang Long looked determined and said: "In our Chang'an City, there is an eminent monk named Lexuan. He is proficient in numerology. Oh, by the way, your grandfather often consults with him about numerology. He is quite familiar with your grandfather's birth date. That's right.

Yesterday, my elders met with Lexuan and accidentally asked about your grandfather, what do you think the eminent monk said?"

Jiang Long paused for a moment, and then said excitedly: "The eminent monk pointed to the west, and then said Amitabha. What does this mean? It means that your grandfather has gone to the bliss of the west! He is dead!"

After Jiang Long shouted "dead", Zhao Xiaopeng was so angry that he picked up the wine bottle on the table and was about to smash it at Jiang Long's head.

However, before the wine bottle in Zhao Xiaopeng's hand touched Jiang Long, he was kicked in the chest by a bodyguard beside Jiang Long. Zhao Xiaopeng was kicked and turned upside down.

Chen Xingran, who was watching on the sidelines, thought to himself at this moment that the monk whom the elders of Jiang Long's family met seemed to have real abilities. Although one can tell a person's life, old age, illness and death through the birth date, everything has variables. No matter how astute a Feng Shui master is,

Or maybe a numerologist can calculate things correctly with probability. This monk hit the mark right away, which shows how extraordinary he is.

Chen Xingran wrote down the monk's Buddhist name, Lexuan. If there is a chance, Chen Xingran would like to meet this monk.

After meeting the person who borrowed the knife last time, Chen Xingran had a general understanding of his life experience, but Chen Xingran did not completely believe the person who borrowed the knife.

Although Chen Xingran himself is also a Feng Shui master, there is a rule in fortune telling and fortune telling, that is, he cannot read it to himself.
Chapter completed!