The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Su Jin knew that someone was spying on her, but she had to keep a low profile at this time, and try to let them fight among themselves. Anyway, the dead are not good people, and it is best to fight with both sides, so that she can take advantage of the chaos and escape. .

Fu Zhen sat in his seat and said in an unhurried tone, "Come on, you all came here to make such a move, and you want to say something harsh to persuade me to turn around?"

"Second Master, I hope you can put the overall situation first. This situation is not the time for you to lose your temper." Elder Qin also slowed down his tone, with an earnest appearance of persuasion.

Fu Zhen couldn't help but want to laugh, when they died, they put the overall situation first, and whoever didn't put their own interests first, it would be ridiculous to talk to him about the overall situation now.

Mr. Qin continued: "We don't know what kind of feelings you have for this young lady, but she is already the fiancee of the fourth master of the Sheng family, and now everyone in the world knows that if you snatch it back like this, you will not only be humiliated The reputation of the dead is our dead—”

"When did this kind of ghost place talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality?" Fu Zhen asked back.

Elder Qin frowned, and said again: "Even if we don't value benevolence and righteousness, and become enemies with the Sheng family, we won't get half of the benefits."

"But Mr. Qin personally taught me that the strong will occupy any position, and the capable will speak."

"You are lying."

Fu Zhen stood up, looked condescendingly at the man who was trying to reason with him, and sneered, "My parents also opposed your suggestion in the same way back then."

This sentence is undoubtedly a thunder on the ground, turning the peaceful sky upside down.

Hearing this, Su Jin couldn't help raising her head. She looked at the man standing diagonally across from her. From her angle, she could see Fu Zhen's clenched cheeks, sharp and sinister eyes, and a burst of redness on his forehead. Blue veins, it must be that the anger has reached a critical point.

Elder Qin suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to be quiet.

Fu Zhendao: "In the future, Mr. Qin doesn't need to say anything like this anymore. I don't like being dictated by others at will."

After saying that, he took Su Jin's hand and went straight out of the reception room.

The door closed again.

Mr. Xue slapped the table and stood up, "He, Fu Zhen, has really grown up and his wings are stiff. What did he mean by that just now?"

Elder Qin seemed to be calmly holding his teacup and took a sip.

"Old Qin, it seems that this kid has always been very clear in his heart, but he is just pretending to be a pig and a tiger with me, pretending not to understand." Xue Lao said.

"Let's make arrangements. Since the fire can't be covered with paper, then we should put out the fire as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams." Qin Lao stood up, "I can help him to the top, and naturally I can pull him off the horse."

In the long and narrow corridor, the sound of footsteps spread from one end to the other.

Su Jin was dragged away by Fu Zhen again. She was wearing a clumsy skirt, and she almost tripped over the corner of the skirt several times.

Fu Zhen noticed her staggering steps and slowly slowed down.

Su Jin shook off his restraint, and took a step back, "Second Master Fu, I'm very tired, I want to go back to my room to rest."

"Don't worry, I'll take you to a place." Fu Zhen walked forward.

Su Jin didn't want to go with him at first, but when she thought about how crazy this guy was, if she didn't obediently follow, he would definitely turn around and start grabbing her to follow her.

All the way to the end, the light seems to gradually become dim.

Su Jin looked around, for some reason, she suddenly felt a dark wind blowing towards her face, it seemed that there were some ghosts gathered here, and people couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling.

With a creak, Fu Zhen pushed away the last room.

Su Jin was a little puzzled, what exactly is this place?
Why is there not even a person along the way, or maybe there are no windows on all sides, and there is less yang energy, so she always feels that this place is too gloomy.

Fu Zhen looked at her, "Come here."

Su Jin frowned slightly, and finally walked forward.

In the room, there is only one red light, and then there are four altars.

Su Jin stared blankly, is this the spiritual seat of his parents?

Fu Zhen walked in with heavy steps.

With a bang, the door closed.

Su Jin subconsciously glanced at the tightly closed door, and then looked around. The incense candles flickered in front of the altar, and the silent needle drop could be heard in the whole room.

Fu Zhen lit a stick of incense, "You may have heard that I killed my parents, right?"

Su Jin didn't speak, she seemed to see that he was suffering, could it be possible to fake this?
"Yes, they were indeed killed by me." Fu Zhen looked at the photo on the altar, his father had a smile in his eyes, and his eyes had high hopes for him from the beginning to the end.

Su Jin said: "I can see that things are not as simple as they appear. I know that you were only ten years old when your parents passed away."

"But they did die under my knife."

"Seeing is not necessarily believing. What's more, didn't killing your parents at that time mean cutting off your own way? You wouldn't cut off the wings that can protect you from the wind and rain before your wings are full."

Fu Zhen smiled and said, "Then do you think I have any difficulties?"

Su Jin shook her head, "I can't think of it."

Fu Zhen turned his head and continued to look at the altar, "I can't figure out why I have to destroy my parents with my own hands."

"But I can see that those people outside may have second thoughts about you."

"Do you think I'll take them seriously?" Fu Zhen said disapprovingly.

"They don't seem to be the ones who will give up lightly. Presumably, Second Master Fu doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of his parents."

The candles were flickering, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became very subtle. There were no windows around, but it was strange. They all felt a gust of wind blowing gently.

Su Jin's long skirt fluttered.

"Master, Second Master, the situation is different." A man stood outside the door, his voice obviously fluctuating, it seemed that something really big happened.

Fu Zhen frowned imperceptibly, he bent down and took out a weapon from under the altar, then took Su Jin's hand, and pushed the door out.

The man followed closely and said, "Old Qin and the others didn't leave. When I found out, the people in the house were basically replaced."

"Who gave them the right to replace my people?" Fu Zhen stopped and looked at the man who was not doing well.

"Old Qin's identity and status, without your order, those people would not dare to disobey."

Fu Zhen sneered, "It's really a great skill, on my territory, commanding my people!"

"Second Master, you leave here first, I'm worried that they will harm you." The man continued.

"Let them come here." Fu Zhen didn't feel any danger and continued to walk forward, and he didn't think that the group of old, weak, sick and disabled who had their wings cut off could still fly!