super fantasy life

Chapter 278

"Old lady, the family letter left by the young master."

A servant hurried in and brought a bamboo slip to Mrs. Su.

"Ah, my grandson, my own grandson!"

Mrs. Pi took the bamboo slips and looked at them, then yelled and fell down in front of the study door.

"Ma'am! Ma'am! What's the matter with you?"

Zi Xi ran out to help his wife up.

"Old master, the old lady passed out after reading the family letter left by the young master."

The family members picked up the bamboo slips from the ground and held them to Zixi with both hands.

"Hurry up, hurry up and chase the little young master back, saying that I will obey him in everything!"

Zixi saw the four words written on the bamboo slips: Farewell in this life forever.

"Grandma, how are you? Why are you sitting on the ground?"

Zi Xi turned around and picked up Mrs. Zi.

"Hi, your grandma loves you so much, so why are you willing to run away from home? Just come back, don't be childish, and listen to your grandfather and grandmother, okay?"

Zi Xi said to Zi Xi in a flattering tone.

"Come back? If the family hadn't said that grandma had passed out, I wouldn't have come back!"

Zi Xi answered Zi Xi angrily.

"Xi, you are the only blood of our Zi family, and the succession of the Zi family depends entirely on you, you must not let it go!"

Zixi continued to say good things to Zixi.

"The only bloodline? The succession of the family depends on me? You, a benevolent man, speak better than you sing! I just touched half of your broken painting, and you scolded me like a dog. In your eyes, I am not as good as you!" That half of the painting is important! Hmph, Zixi, old man, let me tell you, I’m leaving now, never to be seen again!”

Zixi saw Mrs. Zi opened her eyes and woke up, and pretended to run away from home again.

"You old man, isn't my grandson as important as that half of the painting? My precious grandson, just wait, I'll get you that half of the painting right away, so you can touch it all!"

Mrs. Fen got up from the ground in a jiffy, and with the strength she didn't know where it came from, she rushed into the study like a gust of wind.

"Ma'am, you must not touch that painting, you must not touch it!"

Seeing the old lady rushing into the study to get the painting, Zi Xi's face changed with fright, and she shouted in panic outside the door.

But before he finished speaking, there were several "crackling" lightning flashes, and a scream came from inside.

"Grandma, what's the matter with you?"

Zi Xi rushed into the study and saw that half of the painting had fallen on the desk. The wall where the painting was hung was full of holes, and the ceiling was scattered on the ground. Mrs. Zi was completely black and her face was completely changed.

"Madam, why did you go like this, my lady!"

Zi Xi hugged his wife's charred corpse and wept bitterly.

"Zixi, you old thief, you are the one who killed my grandmother, I am at odds with you!"

Zi Xi grabbed half of the painting that fell on the desk, and rushed out the door.

"Xizizi, it's because your grandmother doted on you so much that you were able to get that half of the painting. Unfortunately, your half of the painting is fake. Your grandmother died in vain."

After listening to Zi Xi's story about the process of stealing the painting, Mo Jin couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Mrs. Zi doted on her grandson too much, and she ended up dying.

"Elder brother, is that half of my painting real or fake?"

Zi Xi was dubious.

"Xizizi, weren't you present at the appraisal last night? If it's true, will we beat you?"

Although Mo Jin was interested in listening to Zi Xi's account of how he stole the painting, his eyes were still fixed on You Mo Er's coffin.

"Brother, where is the real painting? Why does my grandfather keep a half fake painting under such strict control? Doesn't he himself know that half of the painting is fake?"

Zi Xi couldn't figure it out.

"Tell me about your grandfather, how is he now?"

Mo Jin wanted to make sure that Zi Xi was dead or not.

"My grandfather is dead, and now he is lying with my grandmother in the mourning hall in the hall of my house. My father and those uncles and uncles are keeping watch."

Zi Xi said it very easily, the death of Zi Xi and the old lady didn't seem to have anything to do with him.

"Your heart is really big. Tell me, how did your grandfather die?"

Mo Jin's eyes fixed on You Mo Er's coffin.

"After my grandmother died, my grandfather was so sad that he couldn't get sick. After I came back from you, I pretended to visit him and put poison in his soup. He died and went after my grandmother, probably It should still be able to catch up."

Zi Xi said this as if he was telling a joke, and the protagonist in it had nothing to do with him.

"Xizizi, are you sure your grandfather Zixi is dead? It won't be the same as that half of the painting, is it a fake death?"

Mo Jin wanted to determine whether Zixi's death was real or a fake death. This onmyoji who knew sorcery could never die so easily.

"Brother, don't worry, I was alone in my grandfather's room when he died. In order to confirm whether his death was fake or real, I jumped on him and stepped on him many times, but he didn't respond. Hehe, my poison But it’s amazing, a big wolf dog in my family was reimbursed immediately after I drugged it a little bit, not to mention I gave my grandfather so much poison.”

Zi Xi described the amount of poison to Mo Jin with his hand.

"You want your grandfather dead that much?"

Mo Jin didn't look at Zi Xi's hands, but continued to stare closely at You Mo Er's coffin.

"Eldest brother, how can I be the head of the Zi family when my grandfather is alive? I can't be the head of the Zi family, how can I marry Junior Sister Yi and Miss Meier as wives? Senior brother, don't you understand such a simple truth? He also said that you are the smartest apprentice in our medical center."

Zi Xi thought that he had a very clear understanding of Taoism, and his reasons for killing Zi Xi were also very good.

"Your grandfather is dead, and your father, and your uncles and uncles may not be your turn to be the head of the Zi family?"

Mo Jin wanted to find out where Zi Xi got his confidence, and after killing Zi Xi, he would be able to take the position of head of the Zi family.

"Haha, what are my father and my uncles and uncles? I have the treasures of our Zi family, and they have to listen to me. If they don't listen to me, I will kill them all immediately!"

Zi Xi made a murderous motion with his hands on his own neck.

"Are you very good, Xizizi, I have to look at you with admiration. I see your level and ability, just being the head of the Zi family is a bit wronged. Do you know? Why does your grandfather value that half of the painting so much?"

Mo Jin wants to use Zi Xi to borrow a knife to kill again.

"Eldest brother, why does my grandfather attach so much importance to that half-broken painting?"

Zi Xi moved her head to Mo Jin's side.

"Zixi, that half of the painting is invaluable. As long as you get the whole painting, you can own the entire city of Fengcheng, and even the old bastard can bow down to you. At that time, you can choose all the women in Fengcheng. "

Mo Jinna seduced Zixi with a woman.

"Eldest brother, are you serious? Let me choose all the women in Fengcheng? Including those beauties who are in charge of that mylabris?"

When Zi Xi mentioned the woman's eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf smelling food.

"Do I have to lie to you? The point is that you can't get that painting, alas."

Mo Jin deliberately sighed.

"That's right, I don't even know where the painting is, how could I get it?"

Zi Xi's excited heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Xizizi, I can show you the bottom. The painting is now in the hands of Cantharidin and Se, and the half of Se's painting originally belonged to your grandfather."

Mo Jin put his mouth close to Zi Xi's ear and whispered.

"Ser? Is that the little woman?"

Zi Xi pointed to Se Wen Mo Jin who was kneeling in front of You Mo's second coffin.

"It's her. She secretly exchanged your grandfather's real painting."

Seeing that Se behaved normally during the worship ceremony, Mo Jin concluded that there would be some commotion at the memorial service.

(End of this chapter)