The sun sets in the west and the sky turns red at dusk.

Ten Mercedes-Benz cars formed a defensive formation and drove slowly through the streets at dusk.

In the Mercedes-Benz car, Qiu Yiren sat there with complicated beautiful eyes. She opened her notebook and kept processing official documents, using her busyness to offset the worries that kept rising in her heart.

Chen Zongheng, on the other hand, sat aside calmly, lit a cigarette, and smoked slowly.

Tonight is the last night.

Huang family's blood letter, three-day appointment, the deadline is approaching.

Qiu Yiren raised her head from her busy schedule, glanced at the man beside her with her beautiful eyes, and then looked out the window complicatedly.

On the streets at dusk, scenes of scenery pass by quickly.

This city is becoming turbulent because of the project in her hands.

The big wave is about to rise, how should she choose?

Half an hour later, the Mercedes-Benz motorcade slowly drove into the Ziyuan mansion area.

The motorcade stopped at the entrance of Qiu's Manor. Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng got out of the car and slowly walked into the villa.

The villa hall is lit by diamond chandeliers.

In front of the table, the dishes are prepared.

The table is full of sumptuous dishes, and the aroma is fragrant.

However, tonight's dinner seemed very quiet.

The dishes were sumptuous, but the Qiu family had no appetite.

Qiu Yiren, father Qiu Huaihai, mother Luo Xiangnan...

Their eyes are complicated and they have their own thoughts.

After all, tonight is the last day.

There were only two people dining at the entire dining table, and they were enjoying themselves.

One is Chen Zongheng. He is holding a goblet in his hand and swaying the red wine in the glass. His calm and gentle temperament makes people hallucinate and think that he is a bystander.

The other one is the heartless little witch Qiu Shuangxia.

She didn't care about Chen Zongheng's life or death at all, and only cared about eating the dishes.

"Hey, the Huang family will have to come to you tomorrow, right? Aren't you afraid at all?" Qiu Shuang gnawed on a chicken leg, blinking his beautiful eyes, looking at Chen Zongheng.

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm, he took a sip of red wine and ignored her.

"Why don't you speak? Do you have any last words? When you... pass away, can you leave your villa to me? When you pass away, I will move in." His beautiful eyes blinked under the autumn frost, but he didn't know.

He said heartlessly.

"Shut up! What a shame!" Suddenly, his father Qiu Huaihai couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily!

He curled his lips under the autumn frost and continued to eat with his head down.

Chen Zongheng swayed his wine glass and finally replied slowly, "Then you...you have to wait until you are in your seventh or eighth decade."

Qiu Shuangxia raised her head, glared at him with her beautiful eyes, and continued to eat with her head down.

Inside the villa, the lights are decorated and the atmosphere is quiet.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the starry night sky is deep, and at the end of the endless night sky, a wisp of the waning moon hangs high in the sky.

It's a dark night, the wind is high, and the waning moon appears.

Tonight, I am destined to have no sleep.

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Late at night, the Huang family's ancient house.

At this time, the Huang family's house was hung with oil lamps made of yellow paper charms from top to bottom.

Every doorway and corner of the house is covered with paper symbols.

In the lobby of the inner courtyard, on a huge and luxurious altar, there is a portrait photo of Huang Xuyang during his lifetime.

In the photo, he has a handsome face and an elegant smile.

However, the photo with black and white background represents... Huang Xuyang no longer exists in this world.

The head of the family, Huang Zhengming, was wearing a brown robe, with his hands behind his back, standing in front of the portrait of his eldest son.

His face was calm and he kept staring at the black and white photo of his son.

Your body was rich and noble during your lifetime, and you will enjoy great blessings after your death.

According to the superstitious customs in the Jiangnan area, the seventeenth day after the death of the deceased is the first seven days.

On this day, the souls of the deceased will go home and say goodbye to their loved ones.

Although it is superstitious, it is feudal.

But Huang Zhengming also had to do it, and... he did it with great success!

An old Taoist priest holds runes in his hand and is practicing and chanting sutras.

Taoist priests are Taoist masters invited from Zhongnan Mountain and are the best Taoist priests.

Everything is just for the deceased to enjoy the blessings, even if they are reincarnated, they will be better than ten thousand people.

"Mr. Huang, it's time to call the spirits." The old Taoist priest held a mahogany sword in his hand and slowly stepped forward and bowed.

Huang Zhengming's eyes were calm and deep, and he nodded slowly.

Set up a ladder.

A ten-meter-high ladder was erected in front of the Huang family's courtyard.

Huang Zhengming stepped on the ladder step by step.

According to customs and superstitions, late at night, the parents or relatives of the deceased should climb up the stairs and shout the name of the deceased at the door of the house to guide the deceased on the road to hell.

"Xu Yang."

Huang Zhengming stood on a ten-meter-high ladder, spoke deeply and solemnly, and shouted to the night sky.

"Xu Yang, go home." The second voice.

"Xu Yang, you're home! As a father, I will avenge you!"

The third sound!

At this moment, the entire Huang Family Residence, from inside to outside, was packed with people, all here to participate in the first seven ceremonies of Young Master Xu Yang.

A sea of ​​people, all with solemn expressions and lowered heads.

Salute to the deceased Huang Xuyang.

"The time has come, let's burn the clothes." The old Taoist priest held a peach wood sword and pointed towards the void.

Dozens of boxes of clothes of the deceased were carried out of the yard.

These are Huang Xuyang's clothes during his lifetime.

Each piece is from a top luxury brand. Dozens of boxes of clothing are already worth tens of millions.

But, at this time tonight, everything will be set alight and burned.

Huang Zhengming sprinkled the gasoline himself and then... lit the flames.

The raging flames burned the clothes and released waves of pungent and unpleasant stench in the air.

But no one at the scene made a sound. Everyone stood quietly, looking at the burning flames.

Huang Zhengming stood there with calm eyes. The shadow of the flames was reflected in his eyes.

The second son, Huang Honghui, stood behind him, staring closely at the flames with dazzling eyes.

These are the eldest brother's clothes during his lifetime. After everything is burned, the eldest brother's name will completely... disappear from the world. Only the genealogy can leave the witness of his name.

And he, Huang Honghui, will be the next generation and true heir of the Huang family.

Huang Honghui took a step forward and came to his father's side.

"Dad, tomorrow, I will go with you to kill Chen Zongheng."

His father, Huang Zhengming, had his hands behind his back, and there seemed to be fireworks flashing in his dim eyes.

"You, stay and recuperate."

His words were calm and simple. However, they carried a command.

"But..." Huang Honghui seemed to want to say something more.

"No need to say more, you will stay at home tomorrow." His father, Huang Zhengming, refused without giving him a chance to speak again.

Huang Honghui did not dare to say anything, so he could only bow and retreat.

The fire is still burning.
To be continued...