Xia Yuhe rushed out, looked at Du Heng, and asked loudly: "Uncle Du, what are you doing?"
"Xia Yuhe, do you think your current martial arts skills are enough to serve as the leader of Fenghuo Hall?" Du Heng asked with a sneer.
Everyone understood that Du Heng and Du Biao had been absent from Fenghuo Hall, but they actually had sinister intentions. They wanted to cultivate Du Ziteng into a malleable talent.
In the future, he will become the master of Fenghuo Hall and even annex Fengshui Hall.
Fengshui Hall and Fenghuo Hall have been fighting overtly and covertly with the Blue Flower Club. Du Heng never shows up, actually to preserve his strength.
"Uncle Du, have you had such ambitions for a long time?" Xia Yuhe asked, feeling extremely painful.
"I didn't have such an idea at first. Now that Du Ziteng is dead, it has aroused my desire. Tonight, Fenghuo Hall must have a new owner."
Everyone was shocked. Du Heng had never said such words before, and when he said it now, it was still a bolt from the blue.
"Uncle Du, then I'm here to learn your clever tricks." Xia Yuhe shouted loudly with a face full of grief and anger.
"Yu He, you are no match for him." Xia Ren looked depressed. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
"Dad, no matter whether I am his opponent or not, I can't just sit back and watch Fenghuotang fall into dire straits." Xia Yuhe replied with a stubborn look on his face.
"Baby, come on, I'll show you a few tricks first." Du Heng replied with disdain.
If Du Ziteng had not died, he might have been a hermit forever, but it was different now. Du Heng wanted to vent the bad energy in his heart and even destroy the Feng Shui Hall directly.
Xia Yuhe was not polite and stabbed Du Heng with a sword.
Seeing the sword arriving in front of Du Heng, Du Heng suddenly took action and clamped the tip of the sword in Xia Yuhe's hand with two fingers.
Everyone's eyes were wide open as Du Heng's move of holding a sword between two fingers was a martial art that had been lost for many years.
It's incredible how strong the internal strength of the two fingers is.
Xia Yuhe tried her best to pull out the sword.
The sword seemed to be welded between Du Heng's fingers, unable to move.
"Baby, can you be the master of Fenghuo Hall with your little skills?" Du Heng sneered, holding the sword between his fingers, still as calm as the breeze.
Xia Yuhe let go of the sword, took out a dagger, and stabbed Du Heng in the lower abdomen.
Du Heng was furious and pushed him out with a palm.
Xia Yuhe flew out and leaned against a wooden pillar.
Du Heng turned his hand back, and the sword in his hand flew towards Xia Yuhe.
The hall suddenly became quiet, and Xia Yuhe closed her eyes and waited for death.
On the other side, Wang Gensheng dealt with the aftermath of Li Lan and Aunt Lan, and carried Yang Xiaobao back to the parking place.
In Yangji Town, many people participated in fighting the fire.
But after all, the fire was too strong, and in late autumn, the climate was dry and the night wind was biting. An hour later, a luxurious garden-style house was reduced to ashes.
As for how many people died inside, it is impossible to fully count.
Everyone in Yangji Town knows that Yang Xiang is not a good person, and he has recently taken in dozens of Blue and White Society disciples from Linshan.
This fire seemed to be destined, and it was God's punishment for them.
No one seems to know the details of how Wang Gensheng killed all the evildoers and set fire to the mansion.
Wang Gensheng quietly buried Li Lan and Aunt Lan out of such considerations.
He didn't want Yang Xiaobao to know too many things at a young age and only live in hatred in the future.
Driving the car, Wang Gensheng returned home in a low-key manner.
On the way, Wang Gensheng took off his bloody clothes and threw them away. If he went back at this moment, Li Wanru might still be waiting for him.
As soon as the car arrived at the courtyard gate, Li Wanru had already opened the courtyard door.
The red wolf jumped over and ran over. Yang Xiaobao saw a huge dog and was so frightened that he cried.
Li Wanru saw Wang Gensheng getting out of the car with a child in his arms, but she looked confused: "Gensheng, what's going on?"
Wang Gensheng's face was pale: "Sister Wanru, I'll tell you later, is there anything else to eat at home? The child must be hungry."
Wang Gensheng had brought his children back before, and his expression was so elegant, unlike how lonely he is now.
Li Wanru went to get food, and Wang Gensheng carried Yang Xiaobao to the bathroom at the back, where two men, one large and one small, were taking a bath.
Yang Xiaobao didn't know that his mother was dead, so he still asked innocently: "Uncle, when will my mother and grandma wake up!"
This sentence made Wang Gensheng burst into tears.
His mother and grandmother will never come back in this life, and the child will grow up slowly in the eternal waiting.
The two of them took a shower and got dressed and came out.
Li Wanru has already prepared the food and brought it to the table.
Yang Xiaobao saw a table of delicious food, stood on a chair, and started eating by himself.
There seemed to be a dish he particularly liked, so he put it aside but didn't eat it.
Wang Gensheng asked softly: "Why don't you eat the food when you bring it over?"
"My mother and grandma like to eat it, so I want to leave it to them." Yang Xiaobao said seriously.
Wang Gensheng's eyes blurred for a moment, and he excused himself to go out. He couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.
He thought of the miserable childhood he and his sister Xiao Xiao had. When he grew up, he still didn't know what his parents looked like, or even the cause of death.
Li Wanru saw something strange about Wang Gensheng, so she whispered to Yang Xiaobao, and then walked out.
Wang Gensheng squatted beside the far gate of the courtyard, trying his best to hold back the pain in his heart. His body was trembling, and tears were still welling up in his eyes.
It is said that men never shed tears easily, but Yang Xiaobao's words tonight brought back sad memories from his past.
Yang Xiaobao's fate is very similar to his own. Fortunately, he met three masters and the fairy sister, otherwise he would not dare to conclude that he would not be able to survive until now.
"Gensheng, what's wrong with you?" Li Wanru asked softly.
"Yang Xiaobao's mother and grandmother are both dead. Although his father, Black Panther, has done many evil things, he is innocent." Wang Gensheng stood up and said with a wry smile.
"Then why did you bring the child back?" Li Wanru was even more surprised.
"When the child's grandmother was dying, she repeatedly asked me to bring up the child. I really couldn't bear to refuse. His grandmother said that this was also his mother's wish."
Wang Gensheng looked pessimistic. He thought he was a miracle doctor, but in fact it proved that it was impossible to save everyone.
The master said that day, birth, old age, illness and death are natural laws, and no one can break this law, otherwise it will violate the laws of heaven and principles.
"Why are they all dead?" Li Wanru cried.
At that time, there was another woman who called her. She just wanted to find Wang Gensheng and ask him to rescue people.
Who knows, but they still couldn't be saved.
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