Violent coercion?

The old man was holding the big hole in his chest, his canthus cracking.

Who is it that hurts people without saying a word?

After a while, the old man calmed down and looked at Song Fengchen with a look of fear. The light from the corner of his eyes fell on the Zhong family who Qi Qi leaned behind him, and the veins on his forehead shot straight: "You are the Zhong family who came to deal with me. ?"

"That's right—"

Before Song Fengchen could speak, Zhong Zanyu grinned his neck and glared at him. One was to remind Song Fengchen of his position, and the other was to intimidate the old man. He shouted: "Master Song was specially invited by the Zhong family from the mainland."

The old man frowned, he was frightened and frightened, and he pointed at Song Fengchen's move just now, knowing that he was determined not to be his opponent.

Although he couldn't beat Song Fengchen, he was unwilling to let him let the Zhong family go because of the situation.

The old man gritted his teeth, pretending to be calm, and said: "I see the kid's methods, it doesn't seem to be a wicked way. Today's incident was originally a private matter of my Peng Zhong family, and the kid rushed in. I'm afraid it's not very good! "

Song Fengchen smiled slightly: "What the old man said is extremely true."

Zhong Zanyu's heartbeat stagnated, and he lost his voice: "Master Song?"

But I don’t want Song Fengchen’s voice to change: “That’s right. I know the grievances of your two families. The fault must be Zhong’s fault, but there is room for discussion in everything. It's not like the big treacherous people, how can they use such a vicious method when they make a move."

As he said, he pointed to the top of Zhong Mengshen's head.

The Zhong family may not know what it is. As a victim, what they can feel is that this thing happens once a day, and it hurts more and more every time.

Song Fengchen knew that this thing was very sinister.

Ordinary poisonous sores are not terrible, but the poisonous sore on the top of Zhong's family can't stand the old man injecting a ghostly energy.

This ghost qi is like a parasite, it will swallow the essence of the victim bit by bit, so as to strengthen oneself. But after it has grown to a certain extent, it will automatically adjust the speed of swallowing its essence as if it is conscious, so as not to endanger the victim's life.

For the Zhong family, loss of essence is one aspect. The key is that this poisonous sore grows on their heads. In this way, although the Zhong family will not worry about their lives, the end will not be much better, and it will be lingering. A sick couch, severe mental disorders, and rest until the death.

Otherwise, Song Fengchen wouldn't have dealt such a cruel hand to the old man just now.

It’s also because of Zhong Meng’s deep merit, or with such a big sore on his head, could he just lie in a hospital bed now?

Song Fengchen made it clear that he was going to reason with him, and it was just a matter of fact. It didn't sound like he was partial to the Zhong family, and the old man's heart fell half instantly.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed the jealousy in his heart, and explained: "What the little friend said is that I was also confused at the time. This was a momentary carelessness and a heavy hand."

Speaking of this, the old man gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "After I died, I was reincarnated for two lives. Because of some wrong things, both of my lives were endangered...just after I passed the Cliff of Resurrection, I was ready to drink Meng. When I was in Po Tang, there was a sudden cry in my ear..."

The old man took a deep breath: "At this point, I knew that the tomb had been picked up just a few years after my death. That's not to mention. The only remaining descendants of my three lives were also due to various reasons. , I have become a wasteful family who needs to rely on his father-in-law's charity to feed the young and old."

Hearing this, Peng Zhi's face was blue and white, it was so lively, but it happened.

"What's even more ridiculous is that his father-in-law was the one who took my tomb and occupied the treasured geomancy place of my family... If it weren't for him, Zhong Mengshen, with the blessing of the geomancy treasure, how could my Peng family fall to the present one? Scenery." The old man took a deep breath, "Little friend, you say, I'm back now to ask for justice from the Zhong family, it's not an exaggeration!"

"It's really not an exaggeration." Song Fengchen nodded in response.

The old man's heart fell completely.

"However," Song Fengchen said, "I am more curious, sir, how did you know that it was Zhong Mengshen who dug your grave back then?"

The old man didn't know, so he answered truthfully: "My great-grandson told me."

Song Fengchen looked at Peng Zhi.

Peng Zhi chuckled in his heart without changing his face. He sneered: "Two months ago, at Zhong Mengshen’s 80th birthday family banquet, he drank too much. He was probably too happy. He suddenly mentioned this past event...or else I How can I know this."

"That's it," Song Fengchen's eyes drooped slightly, "Also, listening to what the old man said just now, when you were crossing the Naihe Bridge, you suddenly heard the cry of your great-grandson, right!"

The old man frowned slightly, obviously thinking of something.

Song Fengchen patted his palms, "The ability to transmit sound directly into the Yin Cao's descent is not something an ordinary person can do, what does the old gentleman think?"

Suddenly a suspicion arose in the old man's heart, "What do you mean by little friend?"

Song Fengchen's gaze fell on Peng Zhi, and his smile was meaningful: "I don't believe that there are so many coincidences in this world anyway, so it's better to figure out certain things first."

The Zhong family reacted and looked at Peng Zhi and his wife together.

After a brief panic, Peng Zhi calmly moved his slightly trembling right hand behind him, and he spoke with a slightly dry voice: "It was Master Chu who saw me being pitiful and helped me."

"Who?" Zhong Zanyu gritted his teeth with an unbelievable expression.

"Why, Mr. Zhong knows this Master Chu?" Song Fengchen couldn't help asking.

"Master Chu is the worship of my Yue family." Zhong Mengshen panted roughly, sweating on his forehead, and said weakly: "My family and him are also some incense, more than a month ago, he suddenly announced After retreat, we never contacted him again."

Otherwise, they wouldn't be reduced to the point where they bumped into the wall like a headless fly, and in the end they could only ask Song Fengchen to come here.

Hearing this, Peng Zhi tried his best to control the uneasiness in his heart and calm himself down. After a little thought, he decided to take the initiative to reduce the old man's suspicion.

He pretended to be stunned first, then stared at Song Fengchen, and said angrily: "Listening to you for so long, I really think you are anxious and righteous, and feelings are waiting here. Why, do you think it depends on you? With such a few light words, can we provoke the relationship between our grandfather and grandson, so as to take the opportunity to take the Zhong family out?"

As he said, he turned to look at the old man, and shouted nervously: "Grandpa—"

The old man was unmoved, he was blinded by anger before, how could he think of this. Listening to Song Fengchen's words now, in retrospect, there are really doubts everywhere.

Especially when Peng Zhi said, "Master Chu sees him pitiful", what is Peng Zhi, he still doesn't know, who would "pity" him for no reason?

Song Fengchen calmly said: "I don't want to do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. Why, I just asked a few words lightly, Mr. Peng, you can't wait to jump out?"

Peng Zhi's face was stiff.

The old man looked gloomy, he turned his head, raised his foot, and kicked Peng Zhi viciously.

The Zhong family only felt that there was a flower in front of them, but they didn't expect to talk about it, and things would become like this.

Peng Zhi, who was flying upside down, slammed into the Bogu shelf in the corner, and the antique porcelain placed on it fell down, crackling on the ground.

"Cough cough—" Peng Zhi's eyes were pale, he clutched his chest and curled up into a ball.

Before he was relieved, the old man's grim voice came from his ear: "You said, are you my great-grandson?"

Peng Zhi trembled all over, but he still had a chance. He trembled and looked at the old man with his heart palpitations: "Grandpa, I really am your great-grandson. I didn’t lie to you. Look at me, I look like you. Similar..."

"Puff—" Song Fengchen couldn't help laughing when he heard this. The old man's appearance should be what he looked like after the two reincarnations. Peng Zhineng is similar to him, so how messy the relationship is.

The old man was furious, his eyes fell on Zhong Yueqing, who was trembling on the side: "What the **** is going on for you?"

Zhong Yueqing staggered back and shook her head desperately: "No, I don't know..."

The old man's figure flickered, and when he fixed his eyes, he had already appeared in front of Zhong Yueqing, stretched out his left hand to pinch her neck, and said sharply, "Don't you tell me?"

Zhong Yueqing's feet were in the air, her face turned into pig liver color, her eyes were full of terror, and she slapped the old man's arm desperately.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Zanyu's mother and son sneered, but Zhong Mengshen trembled all over, opened his mouth, as if he was thinking of something, but he could not speak.

As time went by little by little, Zhong Yueqing's struggling movements became weaker and weaker, her eyes paled, and she met the old man's stern expression, and a touch of regret suddenly rose in her heart.

At this moment, the old man exerted a little force and threw Zhong Yueqing to the ground. He was condescending, "Say!"

"Cough, cough, cough..." Zhong Yueqing clutched her neck and coughed violently. Through the dim tears, her eyes fell on the trembling Peng Zhi who was curled up not far away, completely dead.

"I said, I said," she said with a hoarse voice and stumbling: "It's Peng Zhi. Peng Zhi said that my dad is so old and he probably won't live for long. He died, Zhong Zanyu was in charge, Zhong Where will there be a foothold for our family, and my dad doesn’t like me, so there won’t be much inheritance left to me..."

"...After returning from my dad’s 80th birthday family banquet last time, Peng Zhi took heart. He specially asked someone to check the past of the Peng family. He learned that there is still a concubine in the Peng family, although he managed to escape the massacre. , But after starving to death because of poverty, he figured out an idea."

"It just so happens that his father is an orphan, and his age is not much different from that concubine, so he intends to let his father pretend to be that concubine to recognize you as your ancestor. He contacted Master Chu and promised to give him 50% of the Zhong family's wealth after the event was completed. Then Master Chu dug up the bones of you and his father and did the ritual for several days..."

Speaking of this, Zhong Yueqing's voice gradually disappeared.

The old man's face was green, his teeth creaked, and an unstoppable anger flashed in his eyes. He even said three good words, "Unexpectedly, I was a shrewd life of Peng Zhengsheng, but in the end, I was thrown around by your couple. ."

Before he could say anything, Peng Zhi, who was shrinking in the corner, didn’t know where the courage came from. He leaped forward and hugged the old man’s thigh. My dad and I have already recognized you for being an ancestor. Please be magnanimous and forgive me. Although I am not your great-great-grandson, I can still continue the Peng family's incense. No, you don’t always praise my boss. Are your two children smart and clever, grandpa—"

The old man's hideous face slowly returned to normal.

Seeing that the old man was moved by him, Peng Zhi could not breathe a sigh of relief, and said repeatedly: "Furthermore, grandpa, have you forgotten? You came here today to investigate Zhong Mengshen's digging of your grave. "

The old man was relieved and stared at Peng Zhi firmly.

Peng Zhi trembled with his hands, holding back his horror and staring at the old man.

The room fell into a dead silence for an instant.

After a long time, the old man withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice, "You are right."

What about the adopted son, as long as the surname is Peng.

This is the only heir since his third life. Although it is a waste, it is better than nothing.

The old man looked like a torch, and he stretched out his hand to lift up Peng Zhi, who had two soft legs, "Stand up."

As he said, he raised his head and looked at Zhong Mengshen who was pale on the bed.