At the dinner table, his father Qiu Huaihai and Qiu Yiren also looked at Chen Zongheng with complicated eyes.

This is indeed the answer that the father and daughter have always wanted to know.

It's hard for them to imagine.

How could Chen Zongheng break into the Huang family alone? And behead Huang Honghui?!

The Huang family is a century-old house.

In the past hundred years, no one has dared to break into the Huang family's ancient residence alone and... come out alive.

Chen Zongheng ate a piece of steak leisurely, then raised his glass and took a sip of red wine.

"You're just an ant, if I step on the door, of course...no one can stop me."

The whole table fell silent for a moment.

Arrogant, domineering, and endlessly competitive.

His answer was so simple and so comprehensive.

People live up to their names.

…

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

At this moment, the Huang family's house is paved with white linen, and the bricks and tiles on the surrounding walls are covered with white lanterns.

This is a funeral lantern.

In the center of the courtyard of the ancient house, there is a giant dragon ice coffin made of platinum.

The body of the second young master, Huang Honghui, lay peacefully in the dragon's ice coffin.

He was wearing a gold silk dragon robe. Compared with the dragon robe that his eldest brother was wearing before his death, it was even more noble and golden.

The only thing that makes people feel creepy is his head.

Because, his head was chopped off and his body was separated.

Therefore, at this moment, Huang Honghui's head, even though it has been spliced ​​together, still cannot be restored. You can still see... the huge split incision on the neck.

The expression on Huang Honghui's head was very ferocious. Even before he died, he couldn't believe that he would have his head cut off.

Although his pupils have been closed, traces of blood and tears are already visible in the corners of his eyes.

No one expected that just half a month after the death of Mr. Huang, the eldest son of the family.

The second son of the Huang family would also be... attacked and killed in this way.

Moreover, he was attacked and killed on the spot in the Huang family's residence.

The head of the Huang family, Huang Zhengming, was dressed in a mourning robe. He just stood in front of the mourning hall, standing motionless, like a century-old stone sculpture.

He hasn't eaten for two days in a row.

At his knees, the last son was killed.

How could he still think about eating?

"Are you pregnant with my new baby?" Huang Zhengming stood there, staring at his son's birth certificate for a long time, and then slowly spoke.

Beside him, Uncle Zhong was wrapped in bandages, sitting in a wheelchair, slowly pushing the wheelchair forward.

"Master... I'm not pregnant." Uncle Zhong said in an old voice, trembling slightly.

The night before, the second young master was killed.

The master urgently found an 18-year-old female high school student to forcefully conceive a seed, hoping to successfully sow the seed and continue the prosperity of the Huang family.

However, the hospital test results showed that there was no reaction.

After hearing this, Huang Zhengming's complexion became dozens of years older.

"Tonight, prepare medicine." He slowly spit out two words.

After all, I am getting old.

How difficult is it to sow seeds?

If the Huang family wants to continue the bloodline and incense, he can only... borrow the power of medicine to help.

"Report! Master, there is someone outside the door asking to see you!"
Chapter completed!