Huang Zhengming suddenly turned around and shouted to the old housekeeper, "Uncle Zhong, come with me."

The old housekeeper Huang Zhong moved his old body and slowly followed behind the master of the house.

Huang Zhengming took the old housekeeper to the corner not far away.

"Uncle Zhong, tomorrow...you stay at home." Huang Zhengming said slowly with deep eyes.

Huang Zhong looked a little surprised, "Master...are you afraid...?"

"Tomorrow, keep an eye on Honghui for me." Huang Zhengming's face was dark and solemn.

He was vaguely... still a little worried.

Chen Zongheng's reply letter three days ago actually made the head of the Huang family feel very uneasy.

The content of the reply was: [Three days later, I will take the head of your second son, Huang Honghui.]

This sentence, like a sword, hung in Huang Zhengming's heart and became a mental obstacle.

Although he didn't believe that Chen Zongheng had that ability.

However, precautions must be taken in everything.

After all, he already had a dead son.

Now Huang Honghui is the last of his bloodline and will inherit the position of head of the family in the future.

No, there will be another mistake.

The old housekeeper Huang Zhongning nodded, "Don't worry, sir, tomorrow... I will keep an eye on the second young master and let him stay in the house."

"Yes." Huang Zhengming felt relieved and nodded slowly.

As long as the son stays in the Huang family's house, then... he is safe.

After all, who would dare to break into the Huang family's ancient house?

The first seven rituals are still going on.

The flames burned into the sky, and the clothes of the deceased were reduced to ashes in the raging fire.

The entire Huang family's ancient residence was shrouded in flames and darkness.
Chapter completed!