Zhong Waner was just stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately: "I'll make arrangements right away."
When Zhong Boyong first built the wetland garden, he spent a lot of money to build all the facilities here into a self-contained system.
Power generation, water supply, sewage, fresh air, and septic...
When five or six bodyguards ran over carrying four barrels of stinking wooden barrels, Zhong Tingting was already lying under Zhong Boxiu, completely motionless.
"Brother Lu, rice... things have been brought over."
Zhong Waner walked over with her nose wrinkled: "What should we do next?"
"Pour it on quickly, otherwise people will probably die."
Lu Fan said helplessly: "Dirt can destroy evil spirits. Just pour it on the heads of the three of them. The more, the better."
In fact, this was all nonsense made by Lu Fan. Zhong Boxiu and the other two were possessed by evil spirits. It was just because of the scarlet red in Zhong Ziyan's eyes that their sanity was obscured, making them look a little crazy.
Just use these stimulating things to stimulate it, and that's it.
Watering with manure can have the same effect as pouring cold water on it.
Seeing several security guards carrying the dung bucket into the backyard, Zhong Qiming suddenly said warily: "What are you going to do? If you don't hurt my descendants, do you still want to humiliate them?"
He also thought that Zhong Boyong and others wanted to kill people and punish their hearts. It was not enough to kill and maim them, but they also used filthy things like feces to tarnish their dignity.
"If you want to see your granddaughter die, just stop her."
Zhong Waner gave him a strong look: "If you don't want your lineage to be cut off, you'd better get out of the way, otherwise if something happens to them, it will be said that my family didn't protect you!"
She didn't give Zhong Qiming a chance to refute, she waved directly, took the lead and led the people in.
Seeing this scene, Lu Fan couldn't help but sigh, Zhong Boyong's two daughters, one close to the other, are really the proud sons of heaven.
In the backyard, Zhong Boxiu looked at Zhong Tingting, who was rolling her eyes and foaming at the mouth under his hands. Just when he was about to use his last strength to strangle her to death, a dark cloud, accompanied by a stench, suddenly appeared.
Falling from the sky!
"Wow!"
The black liquid, accompanied by a disgusting stench, poured directly on Zhong Boxiu's head.
His entire posture was frozen in place, his eyes were staring blankly at his subordinate Zhong Tingting, then he suddenly rolled his eyes and fell directly to the ground.
At the same time, the other two cabinet members of the Zhong family also had buckets of dung poured on their heads. After a moment of daze, they fell to the ground with strange expressions and fell unconscious.
"It's okay. Find a ventilated place for them to lie down. It will probably be fine after one night."
Lu Fan explained: "But I'm afraid Zhong Tingting will have to call a doctor. If it's too late, she may die."
Zhong Boyong nodded when he heard this and then ordered.
After such an incident, it was difficult for Zhong Qiming and others to stir up any trouble in the Zhong family in a short period of time.
Zhong Boyong can also free up his hands and devote all his energy to treating his daughter.
He walked with Lu Fan to the main hall of the middle courtyard and asked Zhong Waner to pour tea for Lu Fan. He sat aside and listened quietly to Lu Fan's detailed explanation of Zhong Ziyan's condition and some of the situations he might face after falling into suspended animation.
Lu Fan told them all truthfully, good and bad. It was a matter of life and death. He felt that Zhong Boyong had the right to know the truth.
"Southeast Asia's Head-Down Division..."
Zhong Boyong murmured the name, and in his lowered eyes, an imperceptible trace of hatred and murderous intent flashed.
"Mr. Lu, if you can successfully kill this Southeast Asian head-hunting master, will it help you cure your little girl and increase your chances of winning?"
He raised his head and looked at Lu Fan: "Even a little bit."
From Lu Fan's explanation, he learned that the reason why Zhong Ziyan's illness recurred was because the evil god came to Jinling and she could control the blood poison in Zhong Ziyan's body, so she had murderous intentions.
"Wantaklin?"
Lu Fan shook his head: "Let's not talk about how difficult it is to successfully kill an evil god-level head-destroying master, but in terms of time, it is already too late."
He knew what Zhong Boyong was thinking about. Zhong Boyong, the capital of Jiangnan, had a trillion-dollar fortune. He could pay to hire the world's top mercenaries and killers to pursue Wuntaklin endlessly.
However, this is an evil god-level head-destroying master after all. Pure force alone is absolutely not enough and requires planning in advance.
However, Zhong Ziyan only has ten days left in his life at most. Ten days to plan and kill a great evil god would be too wishful thinking.
"But what if she died in a plane crash?"
Zhong Boyong suddenly said in a low voice: "The Zhong family used to work for the Angel Hall, and they also know a little bit about the affairs of the Salomon."
"I roughly know where their sect is stationed. I can bribe the top arms dealers in Southeast Asia to attack the Salomon headquarters tonight and force Anhui Taklin to return reinforcements..."
"As long as we find out the flight she took back to Southeast Asia, then we can..."
