Ancestral God's goblin, she's cute and crazy

Chapter 189 Anyone Can Cry, Except Him
inside the room.

Old Shen was lying quietly on the bed, the blood on his neck had dried up, his face was cold and pale, without blood.

All over, without any signs of life.

Beside the bed was Shen Wan who was crying hoarsely.

Wen Ci didn't know how he got here, but all he knew was that his mind was empty along the way. After seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, and the blood and cells all over his body gradually returned.

But it seems that the blood is cold and has no temperature.

Master is dead?

This question has been lingering in my mind, unbelievable, unbelievable.

Until I saw this scene, I had to believe it.

The news of this unexpected death came too suddenly.

His drooping hands were trembling slightly.

The seemingly calm surface is desperately suppressing the deepest things, and the depths of the pupils are trembling with unspeakable emotions.

Today, all of this fully exposed a problem.

They have been living under a certain conspiracy without knowing it.

"Grandpa..." Cheng Xiaocheng called out to Wenci with red eyes, "I'll go check it out."

His lips trembled, "You, my condolences."

No one wants such a thing to happen.

Wen Ci's affection for Shen Lao is like that of a father.

He grew up with Elder Shen, and even his abilities were taught by Elder Shen.

Without Mr. Shen, today's Wen Temple is nothing more than an heir to the Wen family.

"Song..." Wen Ci parted his lips, and the sound that came out was negligible.

Throat tight and dry, unable to speak.

After a pause, the Adam's apple slipped, "Where is Song Yuchu?"

Wen Run's voice became a little hoarse, and his tone became even more dull.

Listen carefully, the shortness of breath is very unstable, and the ending is trembling.

Cheng Xiaocheng pursed his lips, "Miss Song hasn't come yet, she usually comes at ten o'clock."

He spoke carefully, for fear that he would explode if he touched any part of Wen Temple.

The calmer the surface, the more turbulent the heart is.

Cheng Xiaocheng felt a little distressed when he saw it.

What are their ancestors enduring?
Such a big matter, such a big burden suddenly fell on him.

When Mr. Shen died, he died by accident or murder. Anyone can grieve and cry.

Only Wenci can't. He needs to deal with the funeral, and needs to thoroughly investigate the truth.

He is the pillar to stabilize the morale of the army. If he is in a mess, how should this matter be resolved?

The death of Mr. Shen will not be that simple. In the original crackdown on smuggling, Mr. Shen caught Fu Wang's fatal trick and was injured by Fu Wang until he was brain-dead. If Wen Ci went a step later, Mr. Shen would have died.

But in the end, he still couldn't escape death.

With his death, what was connived was Fu Huangneng's rampant behavior.

All these years, he has been able to settle down a bit because he is afraid that Mr. Shen will wake up.

As soon as Shen Lao left, the shackles of nothingness that were pressing on Fu Wang's body disappeared.

Fu Wang is an extreme man. He not only does diamond smuggling, but also does all kinds of smuggling.

Keep him from dealing with it, don't solve it, let him do anything wrong, and one day in the future, it will definitely cause consequences that none of them can afford.

Wen Ci glanced at Shen Wan, and slowed down his dark and unsteady breathing.

"Find someone to calm her down."

"Also, call Song Yuchu over immediately, have Xie Tiao and Gu Chengwei informed you?"

Cheng Xiaocheng: "They'll be here soon."

After answering, he observed Wenci's mood, and said cautiously, "Then I'll go to work."

"Ah."

Cheng Xiaocheng took two steps, then looked back at Wenci.

The man stood there, motionless, with his thin lips tightly pressed together, and those dark eyes were darker than ever.

Pursing her lower lip, she wanted to say a few words of comfort, but felt that he didn't need it at this moment.

Taking a breath, he turned and left.

　This plot... how about some recommendation tickets to suppress the shock?

　　(.ˇˇ.) Today is another poor little boy begging for tickets, please take pity on me~
　　


(End of this chapter)