Volume 2: Earthly Experience Chapter 172: The Pain of Losing a Son and Reasonable Spoilers
After returning to Wang's house, Wang Bing immediately removed the two guys who pretended to be him and Lu Huan at home.
"Although I know you two are a couple...but can you please restrain yourself for a moment!"
Wang looked at the Wang family member named Wang Heng in front of him and said unhappily, "You and your partner are acting a little too much."
During this period, Wang Bing took Lu Huan to the north and naturally did not want people to notice anything wrong, so he arranged for Wang Heng and his girlfriend to pretend to be himself and Lu Huan in Wang's house for a while.
Who knew that these two people were so devoted to their acting that it almost made people think that Wang Bing and Lu Huan were really together.
"Forget it! Thank you for your hard work during this period..."
Wang Bing waved his hand and said, "It's not in vain that I asked you to help me. What stage have you reached in refining the secret technique recently?"
"The ninth style..." Wang Heng said.
"This is the tenth style!"
Wang Bing wrote down the tenth move of the Soul-Binding and General-Sending Technique, and handed it to Wang Heng, saying, "Read it and destroy it!"
"Okay, thank you very much!"
After Wang Heng took it, he quickly looked it up. After making sure he had memorized the move, a ball of black and purple flame ignited in his hand and destroyed the paper completely.
Seeing this scene, Wang Bing shook his head. The Wang family still had some troubles.
Painting is something that not everyone has talent for, let alone the willingness to work hard.
This is why so many of the Wang family's children want to practice the art of summoning spirits and dispatching generals.
"Oh! This is a troublesome matter..."
Wang Bing simply stopped thinking about it. Anyway, the old man was in charge now. He knew more about this kind of thing than he did, so he was too lazy to worry about it.
A few days later, just as Wang Bing had imagined, Feng Zhenghao was completely stunned after receiving the notice from the Tianxiahui cadres.
His eldest son actually died in the villa. When Feng Zhenghao rushed to Feng Xianfeng, corpse spots had already appeared on Feng Xianfeng's body.
"Who did it?"
Feng Zhenghao finally couldn't control his emotions at this moment, and a strange ball of witch qi exploded directly in the villa...
A sense of pressure emanated from him, making the cadres around him feel a little breathless.
"President, we checked the surrounding surveillance and found no suspicious persons..."
One of the members said cautiously, and glanced at Lao Hu and Yuan'er standing beside them. These two were the cadres in charge of Feng Xianfeng!
They should be the ones who know best whether there are any problems or not.
At this time, Lao Hu and Yuan'er were also sweating profusely. They had been members of the Tianxiahui for such a long time , but this was the first time they saw Feng Zhenghao so angry.
Come to think of it, if a father's son dies, how can he not be angry?
“He’s a master!”
Feng Zheng was full of pride, because he had been working in society for many years, so he was not overwhelmed by anger. He turned around and asked with red eyes: "Who knows about this?"
"Just a few of us..." Lao Hu said hurriedly.
"Don't let anyone know about this...especially Lan Fei, Sha Yan, Xing Tong, Ya Ya and the others. Do you understand?"
Feng Zhenghao said with a hint of murderous intent in his tone: "You guys get out! Watch your surroundings..."
"yes!"
After driving everyone out of the meeting, Feng Zhenghao couldn't stop tears from falling from the corners of his eyes. Feng Xianfeng's death hit him deeply.
This is much more serious than the setbacks he has received during this period. In the eyes of outsiders, Feng Zhenghao is a successful person and a hero, but this does not mean that he does not love his children.
Swish!
After wiping away the tears, Feng Zhenghao stood up, his red eyes instantly filled with green light, and he said with murderous tone: "I'm sorry, Xianfeng...please forgive me, I will definitely find the murderer who killed you and make him die without a burial place!"
call!
As Feng Zhenghao stretched out his hand, the scattered soul fragments around him began to gather in his hands continuously.
After a while, a small black ball appeared in Feng Zhenghao's hand, and he immediately began to read the memories in this remaining soul.
Soon, the last scene of Feng Xianfeng’s life appeared in Feng Zhenghao’s mind.
In the last scene of Feng Xianfeng's life, a man appeared in front of him. Without saying a word, the man directly stabbed a long needle into the center of Feng Xianfeng's eyebrow.
The long needle is poisonous, Feng Zhenghao knew this as soon as he arrived.
As Feng Xianfeng's eyes gradually blurred, he vaguely heard the man's words, "Feng Xianfeng has done it, is this okay?"
"No problem... There are many people keeping an eye on Feng Zhenghao during this period, so he won't suspect us!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.
This voice sounds familiar!
Feng Zhenghao frowned. He seemed to have heard it somewhere recently.
"What about you guys?"
"I'm on my way to Feng Lanfei's residence with the president. As long as you succeed, Feng Lanfei will be even more disappointed with Feng Zhenghao after she knows that Feng Xianfeng is dead!"
The man on the phone said: "By then, Feng Lanfei may choose to leave Tianjin. The probability of her joining us will be greater, and the Soul Constraint and General Summoning will fall into our hands."
"That's fine..."
The assassin looked back at Feng Xianfeng, whose aura was fading, and said, "I'll meet up with you guys after I finish this!"
…
This is the last scene before Feng Xianfeng's death.
When Feng Zhenghao heard the word "President", he instantly remembered who the man on the phone was. He was the photographer who followed Qu Tong!
It’s Yaoxing Society!
They also came here to capture the souls.
Feng Zhenghao's face turned ferocious in an instant. After knowing who the murderer was, Feng Zhenghao wanted to rush to Yaoxing Society and kill Qu Tong, but in the end, reason overcame impulse.
He knew very well that small mistakes should not disrupt big plans, so who knows what the hell, what if someone was trying to frame the Yaoxing Society.
Feng Zhenghao would not be used as a tool by others. Since the person in his memory said that he wanted to contact Lan Fei...
Feng Zhenghao stood up suddenly and walked outside. When he reached the door, he looked at the Tianxiahui members standing on both sides and said coldly, "Old Hu, Yuan'er, you two collect Xianfeng's body. I'll leave Xianfeng's affairs to you for now. I'm going to go to Lanfei's place!"
Everyone can see that Feng Zhenghao is now on the verge of going berserk, so no one will go against his thoughts at this moment.
After splitting into two groups, Feng Zhenghao hurried towards Feng Lanfei.
In the car, Feng Zhenghao easily retrieved the surveillance footage of that night through his connections.
Sure enough, after interviewing herself, Qu Tong had a simple dinner and went to contact Feng Lanfei.
Could it really be Qu Tong?
Feng Zhenghao believed the last scene for a moment, because it is difficult to deceive people when it comes to time.
The time when Qu Tong visited Feng Lanfei in the surveillance video coincided with the time when Feng Xianfeng was killed.
Of course, he only believed it 70% now, and the other 30% needed to be verified before he could determine who the murderer was.
When he arrived at Feng Lanfei's villa, Feng Zhenghao thought of Feng Xianfeng again, and tears wet his eyes again.
But now as the head of the family, he has to hold on!
After gently wiping away his tears, Feng Zhenghao adjusted his mood and knocked on the door of Feng Lanfei's villa...
As for what Feng Zhenghao talked about, outsiders have no idea.
In Yaoxing Society.
At this time, Qu Tong was holding a cup of coffee, staring blankly at the monitor in front of her, without saying a word.
After all, the affairs of Feng Zhenghao's eldest son could not be hidden from the eyes of some people.
Qu Tong naturally also received the news. When she heard the news, she was completely stunned.
She had just visited Feng Lanfei when Feng Xianfeng died.
This was somewhat of a coincidence. Although it had nothing to do with her, a bad premonition had been lingering in Qu Tong's heart.
"Is it coming for me?" Qu Tong murmured to herself.
…
"Um... OK, I got it!"
Wang hung up the phone. So far, everything was still as per the script. Feng Zhenghao was certainly not someone who could be easily fooled.
If he was easy to fool, he wouldn't be in his current position.
According to the report given by the person he hired, Feng Zhenghao took Feng Lanfei with him when he left.
At the same time, all the members of Tianxiahui who were away were transferred back to Tianjin by Feng Zhenghao. No one knew what this "guy" was going to do.
"So it was you who killed Feng Zhenghao's eldest son?" Wang Ai asked Wang Bing with narrowed eyes.
“That’s right!”
Wang Bing nodded. When he came back, he told the old man everything that had happened. Wang Bing knew the old man's character. If he knew about his bold idea, he would never let himself do it.
"I thought you were taking that little girl from the Lu family out for something ..."
Wang Ai said calmly: "I didn't expect you to become more and more courageous."
"There's nothing I can do, old man!"
Wang Bing smiled bitterly and said, "These two are our Wang family's great enemies, we must be on guard against them!"
"Big enemy? Are you talking about Tianxiahui? Just Tianxiahui?"
"Grandpa, with the background of our Wang family, we are not afraid of the Tianxiahui, but the problem is, what if we add the Yaoxing Society?"
Wang Bing said, "This Qu Tong possesses at least two of the Eight Wonders. Do you think we should defend against this enemy or not?"
"What did you say? Two of the Eight Wonders?"
Wang Ai opened his eyes in disbelief when he heard this, "Which two doors?"
"Double-handed and divine machine hundred refinements!"
Wang Bing continued confidently, "Ma Yuanlu, you know, this old man is the son of the great master Ma Benzai. When we found him, there was obviously something wrong with his memory. It was obvious that his memory had been tampered with!"
"When we all thought this skill was completely lost..."
Wang Bing stood up, and the Tianyuan pen in his hand instantly grew larger, like a spear.
"Is this... a magical weapon?"
Wang Ai had seen a lot of storms after all, so when he saw this brush he was amazed by the craftsmanship of the brush.
"Do you know how long it took to make this thing?"
"How long?"
"One month!"
Wang changed it back to the size of a brush, handed it to Wang Ai and said, "Do you think a magical instrument of this quality can be refined in a month?"
Wang Ai took it and looked at it carefully, then said in a deep voice: "It may take a lifetime..."
"Yes, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it unbelievable!"
