"Someone is coming." Jiang Tang's ears twitched slightly, she looked at Song Chun, holding a talisman between her fingertips, "Do you want them to come in?"
As long as she shakes her head, they won't be able to come in today even if they tear down the door.
Unexpectedly, Song Chun slowly raised his head and nodded, "Let them come in."
There was something incredibly calm in his tone.
Jiang Tang raised her eyebrows, hooked her fingertips slightly, and the door opened instantly.
Outside the door, before Mr. Song's hand touched the door handle, he saw it pressing down. He couldn't help but be a little confused and thought he was dazzled.
He walked in and immediately saw the two people standing beside the bed. When he saw the bed board being lifted, his expression changed drastically, "Chunchun!"
Before he finished speaking, Song Chun turned his head, and all the words on his lips were instantly speechless.
Even though his eyes were dim, he could clearly feel the real hatred in Song Chun's eyes.
Song Chun ignored him and looked at Jiangtang, "Tangtang, can I take it out?"
Jiang Tang nodded, "Wait for me."
As she said that, she stepped forward, looked at the formation, and quickly found the formation's eye. She threw the talisman in her hand, and there was a sudden wave of spiritual energy in the air, which was fleeting.
She took back her hand and said, "That's it."
Hearing this, Song Chun bent down and carefully took out the urn inside. His whole body was obviously shaking, but he was also trying hard to restrain the trembling in his hands and hold it firmly, for fear of knocking off the urn even a little bit.
She held it in her arms and turned to look at Mr. Song who was frozen there, her eyes full of hatred, "Is my father really your biological child?"
"Can you sleep well at night if you sleep with his ashes on your pillow?"
"So you knew from beginning to end that Song Zhixing killed my father, right?"
Listening to her questioning voice, Mr. Song's face turned pale, and he looked at her with trembling hands, "Chunchun..."
"Don't call me my name!" Song Chun suddenly yelled and gritted his teeth: "You don't deserve to call me the name my father gave me!"
This voice attracted both Song Zhixing and Song Zhi.
Song Zhi yawned and glanced at her displeasedly, "Song Chun, why are you so crazy so early in the morning?"
Song Zhixing glanced at what she was holding in her arms, and his expression suddenly changed.
Song Chun also looked over immediately, and his voice came out from between his teeth, "You killed your brother with your own hands. Your biological father concealed everything for you, and even helped you hide the evidence. Are you very proud of it?"
Hearing this, Song Zhixing held his hands tightly. He turned to look at Mr. Song. The kindness on his face could no longer be maintained, "You said you had already dealt with it."
Mr. Song was leaning on a cane, his body was shaking, and he was in tears. When he heard these words, the pain on his face became even deeper.
Song Zhixing looked away, murderous intent flashed in his eyes behind his lenses, he closed the door with his hands behind his back, locked it, and said in a gloomy tone: "If that's the case, then don't leave today."
Secrets should always remain secrets.
Hearing this, Jiang Tang raised his eyebrows slightly, looking calm and without the slightest fear, "Why, you still want to kill us?"
Song Zhixing sneered. Now that the matter was over, he didn't bother to pretend to her anymore.
"If I'm to blame, I blame you for being nosy." As he said that, he glanced at the compass in her hand, and there was nothing he didn't understand.
She must have brought Song Chun here.
She deserves to die too!
"Dad, what are you going to do?" Song Zhi was startled and saw clearly what Song Chun was holding in her arms. She suddenly woke up and said in a voiceless voice: "Song Chun, what are you doing holding the urn?"
What a bad morning.
Seemingly seeing through her thoughts, Song Chun looked over expressionlessly, "This is my father's ashes, shouldn't I hold it?"
If she didn't hug him, would she let him continue to be bullied after his death?
Song Zhi choked, her eyelids twitching wildly, looking at this scene in disbelief.
What on earth is going on? Shouldn’t the second uncle’s ashes have been buried in the cemetery long ago? Why are they still here?
And, what did she mean by what she just said?
Grandpa, dad...
Faintly realizing something, she widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at them questioningly.
But one of them was in pain, and the other was slowly approaching Jiang Tang and Song Chun. It was obvious what he wanted to do.
She couldn't help but exclaimed, unable to accept what was happening in front of her.
Within a few minutes, everything changed.
Why it came out like this?
Ignoring her, Jiang Tang looked at the increasingly murderous aura on Song Zhixing's body. The corners of his lips curled up slightly without any hint of timidity. He asked slowly, "Mr. Song, were you the one who touched the brakes on your brother's car when he was in an accident?"
Hearing this, Song Zhixing sneered, "Yes, I cut off his brake line, including him, and I personally put it in the driver's seat and pushed him down."
So it’s no wonder that Song Chun’s father, a man who had never drunk driving, actually drove his car into a river and drowned because he was drunk.
It turns out that everything was really arranged by him.
Song Chun stared at him angrily, wondering if he thought he would be able to deal with them today, so he actually confessed to what he had done.
So arrogant!
On the side, Jiang Tang yawned slowly, the smile on his lips became even higher, and asked another question: "One more thing, Mr. Song, did you forget that Brother Chen and my master are still outside."
"He Chen?" Song Zhixing sneered disdainfully, "He was sent out by me a long time ago."
"Really?" Jiang Tang gave him a meaningful look.
For some reason, Song Zhixing suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart when he saw the look in her eyes.
Before he could think deeply, the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.
Mo Yidao put the knife on his neck, slowly put his feet back, and said with a bad expression: "Why, I just retired for a long time, and you don't even want to send me away?"
He actually threw him on the sofa in the living room and dared to come up and bully his apprentice.
Don't you just think that he is a bad old man? Even if you find out and want to silence him, it will only take a minute.
His heart was full of dissatisfaction, and his face was full of dissatisfaction with being ignored.
He even found a reason to send the man named He away, so why not send him away?
Isn't he worthy?
Seeing him suddenly come in, Song Zhixing was dumbfounded and couldn't recover, "You..."
Isn't the door locked from behind?
How did he get in?
Thinking about it, his eyes fell on the door, only to find that the door locks were actually disconnected. They had only heard one sound just now.
He actually broke it with a kick!
Song Zhixing took a breath and looked at him in horror. Who is he?
Seeing his expression, Mo Yidao nodded with satisfaction.
This is right.
This is the proper expression for him.
He turned to look at Jiangtang, "Tangtang, what should we do next?"
I don't know what kind of riddle she was playing with the man named He, but she didn't tell him.
The young apprentice's heart is really biased right now.
He was very unhappy.
Jiang Tang curled her lips and smiled, raised her chin and pointed behind him, "Here we come."