Chapter 569: The Doomsday Powerhouses Are Weak and Delicate Flowers (47)
After leaving Xu Zhizhang's residence, Fu Qingsong slammed the car door with a bang.
With an extremely ugly face, he ordered the driver in front of him: "Go home first."
He never thought that in the end, Bai Cha would ask him to hand over his position as the leader of the base!
This is simply...
This is just a joke!
Yes, he is preparing to hand over the inheritance rights of the base to Qin Ye.
But that will have to be after he dies!
Now that he is not old or dead, they are concerned about his inheritance!
How could they feel sorry for Song Lie's death? They were clearly using the topic to take advantage of the situation and seize his position as the leader of the base!!
These heartless beasts!
It's a shame that he still treats them as his own children!
The car stopped in front of the villa. As soon as Fu Qingsong opened the outer door of the villa, he smelled a faint smell of blood.
He didn't take it seriously, he just thought that the two unfilial sons had gotten some game because of their status.
Thinking about those two unsatisfactory things, Fu Qingsong had another headache.
If these two idiots hadn't been brainless, how could he have been forced to where he is today!
Thinking of how he had been humiliated by Bai Cha today, the anger in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
If it weren't for these two brainless people, how could he have fallen into this situation!
Holding the copper door handle with his palm, Fu Qing's pupils tightened as the door opened, and then his whole body began to tremble.
A large area of solid wood furniture in the room was tilted here and there, and the walls painted with latex paint were covered in blood.
On the dining table, there were the heads of his two sons, and their bodies were broken into pieces everywhere.
On the sofa was his five-year-old grandson, who also had a big hole in his chest.
Eyes wide open.
His hand reached for the landline phone next to him...
Fu Qingsong felt dizzy in front of his eyes, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he could not take a single step.
who!
Who on earth went so far!
Even a child of several years old was not spared!!
Is that the little girl named Bai Cha?
She did it!
Is she warning herself?
Does Qin Ye know about this?
Did he know that the woman he liked would do such an outrageous thing?
No, maybe he manipulated the white tea and asked the white tea to do it!
In just a few seconds, Fu Qingsong had almost identified Bai Cha as the suspect.
He subconsciously ignored Jiang Pingting.
The wrinkled pair held the door, and he took a few deep breaths to force himself to calm down.
At the same time, he felt a little happy in his heart.
Fortunately, fortunately, my wife died early, so I didn't have to experience this cruel and bloody scene.
He resisted the tears from falling.
Walk into the house slowly.
The assistant followed up and when he saw the bloody scene in the room, he couldn't help but vomited against the wall.
So disgusting, so cruel!
Fu Qingsong didn't have the energy to pay attention to the assistant outside the door. If it weren't for the support of the cane, it would be extremely difficult for him to walk, let alone stand.
He walked to his grandson's side, stretched out his hand to close his grandson's eyes, but suddenly found that there was an A4 paper in his hand.
There are a few words written crookedly on the A4 paper.
The handwriting is not beautiful, it is crooked and crooked like a child who has just learned to write.
He picked up the blood-stained paper and read it softly.
"Kill Mo Li and Bai Cha, otherwise, you will be the next to die."
His pale, wrinkled hands tightly grasped the paper in his hands.
This is Jiang Pingting.
It was the son and grandson that Jiang Pingting killed!
This handwriting and tone can only be hers!
The fact that Jiang Pingting is the murderer has a far greater impact than the fact that the murderer is Bai Cha.
There was a "bang" in his brain, and he stood straight on the spot as if he had been struck by lightning.
Two seconds later, with a "pop" sound, Fu Qingsong fell to the ground.
He closed his eyes tightly, and he fainted because he couldn't bear the huge impact and blow.
When the assistant heard the noise in the room, he stood up and rushed in while holding back his nausea.
"Mr. Fu, how are you doing, Mr. Fu?"
The assistant's voice rang in my ears.
Fu Qingsong's consciousness gradually recovered.
The thick scent of blood disappeared from the tip of his nose, but Fu Qingsong still felt difficulty breathing.
He opened his eyes and couldn't help but tears welling up in his eyes.
His personal doctor's voice rang in his ears:
"Mr. Fu, your current physical condition is not suitable for excessive grief. Please express your condolences. The base and the people at the base need you.
As for the bodies of the two young masters and the young master downstairs, we have already found someone to clean them up.
However, because the scene was so tragic, we really couldn’t tell which part of the body belonged to which young master, so we could only mix them together and cremate them together.”
Suddenly, Fu Qingsong's tears fell.
His son and grandson are dead, they are all dead!
He personally saved the people who killed his son and grandson.
Suddenly, he remembered what he said before leaving.
It turns out that it was not a threat or a seizure of power, it was just a piece of advice.
Qin Ye, Song Lie, Mo Li and Bai Cha, they all know better than themselves what kind of thing they have resurrected.
He was the only one who foolishly regarded the other person as the savior of his child.
It was also because of his arrogance that he killed his two useless sons and his lovely little grandson.
It's his fault, it's all his fault!
Fu Qingsong closed his eyes and tried to control the tears that fell.
He has no right to cry, and he has no shame to cry after having killed his own flesh and blood!
He has to avenge his lovely little grandson and his two unfulfilled sons!
And now the only thing he can rely on is white tea!
He propped up his body and sat up from the bed. A strand of hair suddenly hung down.
Fu Qingsong was about to smooth his hair back, but he suddenly realized that his hair should be dark and thick, but why was this strand hanging down as pale as an old man in his eighties or nineties?
He stared blankly at his pale hair, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.
The personal doctor looked at Fu Qingsong's gray hair and sighed slightly, not daring to say anything more.
Fu Qingsong laughed to himself, smoothed his hair back, and stood up slowly on the bed: "Ask Assistant Wang to help keep an eye on the body and cremate it. I'll go out for a while."
After saying that, Fu Qingsong went to the bathroom.
He wanted to wash his face, at least he couldn't negotiate with others with his face full of vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.
Jiang Pingting was originally very angry because she had a broken arm, but fortunately there were several good healing power users in the base.
After the wound on her arm healed, she walked into Fu's house in a zigzag manner.
Because everyone in the Fu family knew about her existence, she didn't even need to spend much time to enter the Fu family.
Fu Qingsong is not at home.
There are no servants anymore, only his two idle sons and his chubby grandson.
Those two idle playboys were holding a tablet to choose a concubine.
The five-year-old child was on the sofa and asked her to get him yogurt as a matter of course.
She casually explained that she was not a servant, but the child kept pestering her for yogurt as if he didn't understand human speech.
This reminded her of some things from her previous life, some very bad memories.
She is the protagonist now, the real protagonist. Why do ordinary people like them instruct themselves?!
So she activated her powers and killed the child.
As for those two losers, only level one superpowers dared to fight back!
It’s simply asking for death!
After all this was done, she suddenly realized that this was Fu Qingsong's house.
But since she has already done it, she doesn’t mind doing more