God!I became the God of War villain

Zhao Liguo searched all night, but did not find out who took his brother's family away.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, he returned home with a pair of panda eyes.

Zhao Hua forced himself to run up to him impatiently and asked eagerly.

"Li Guo, how is it? Did you find any clues?"

"No, there are no useful clues, just during the period when he was taken away.

The entire monitoring system was paralyzed, and the police said that the monitoring system should have been hacked by hackers. "

Zhao Liguo sighed deeply, looking a little decadent.

Zhao Huaqiang was about to faint, but was supported by Zhao Jianchuan, who carefully helped him to lie down on the sofa.

Although he is more snobbish, he is also the grandfather of his own body anyway.

So he still cares more or less.

"Helicopters can be dispatched to pick up people, and hackers can also be dispatched to hack into the hospital monitoring system."

Zhao Jianchuan frowned. Such an organization is definitely not a small one.

He was puzzled as to who would come to take Zhao Libang's family away.

If he remembered well, in the original work, there were almost no families or forces that had great kindness or enmity with the Zhao family.

If I had to say it, it would be the Temple of the Underworld triggered by Zhao Jianchuan.

Could it be that the people from the Underworld Temple have already started to attack them?And it started with his second uncle's family.

Probably not, the so-called grievance has a head and a debtor, and Lin Fuxue should come to him directly if he wants revenge.

The rest of the Zhao family members just disappeared by the way, it should not be possible for this to happen.

Headache!Headache!

Zhao Jianchuan knocked his head with his hands, especially when he saw his mother's worried expression.

He was very distraught.

At this time, Zhao Huaqiang suddenly opened his cloudy eyes and looked at him beggingly.

"Jianchuan, can you send out the sect behind you to help us find your second uncle and the others?

After all, he is your second uncle, and he has a blood relationship with you. The blood relationship is broken and the bones are still connected, you..."

Blending of blood?Zhao Jianchuan sneered in his heart, the blood of Shit blended together.

If this second uncle really thought he had a blood relationship with him, he wouldn't keep calling him a bastard.

Just when the whole Zhao family was suffering from headaches, suddenly a servant ran in from the door, and he stammered and shouted.

"No, it's not good, come back, they are all back!"

"Who's back? Is it Libang, Jianbo and their family back?"

Zhao Huaqiang immediately stood up from the sofa, and immediately appeared to be in high spirits.

"Yes, yes, they're back, but, but..."

The servant was still hesitating, and couldn't explain the matter clearly for a long time.

"But what but? Hurry up and get the hell out of here!"

Seeing that the servant has been hesitating and unable to fart for a long time, Zhao Huaqiang couldn't help being furious.

He rushed straight up and pushed the servant aside, and he couldn't wait to run towards the door.

But when he came outside the gate of Zhao Mansion, he only saw four corpses covered with white cloth neatly placed outside the gate.

Zhao Huaqiang only felt a cold current from the soles of his feet rushing directly to his forehead. He couldn't stand up for a while, and fell to the ground directly.

Tears flowed out of the cloudy eyes uncontrollably, his body trembled, and he threw his hand towards one of the white cloths.

When he lifted a corner of the white cloth, what caught his eyes was his once most precious grandson, Zhao Jianbo.

Although now he apparently gave most of his love to Zhao Jianchuan.

But that's only because Zhao Jianchuan has become stronger and has a terrifying sect background.

In fact, what he loves the most is Zhao Jianbo. Now seeing his grandson lying peacefully on the ground, why not let him cry.

For a moment, he looked like he was going crazy, and wept loudly, removing all the white cloths covering the other three corpses.

Zhao Jianchuan heard Zhao Huaqiang's wailing, and ran out quickly, and saw the second uncle's family lying neatly on the ground.

At this time, his psychology is quite complicated, he has the sadness of the death of his relatives, and the urge to dance on the grave of his enemy after his death.

Of course, he knew that grief was caused by the emotions of the original owner, but it was his own idea to want to dance on the grave and gloat over others' misfortune.

It was a very strange feeling, which made him endure, suppressing the smile in his heart, his face became extremely distorted, even uglier than crying.

Zhao Liguo, who had a pair of panda eyes, also saw this scene, and his face was full of sadness at this moment.

Although he and his younger brother had great disagreements in many aspects, they often even quarreled because Zhao Jianchuan was humiliated by the other party.

But when his younger brother lay peacefully on the ground and fell asleep forever, how could he not be sad?
Especially now that the old father is so old, it is very cruel to ask a white-haired person to give a black-haired person.

He silently walked to Zhao Huaqiang's side: "Father, please mourn, my brother will definitely not miss you so sad."

It's just that the word mourning is not so easy, and Zhao Huaqiang's eyes have completely fallen into a dull state at this time.

Zhao Jianchuan didn't know whether he should go up to comfort his grandfather, but in the end he didn't go up to make fun of himself.

Sun Xiaokong on the side looked at Zhao Libang's body, frowned tightly, and after a while, waved to Feng Jue on the side.

"Senior brother, come over and take a look at his wounds."

Seeing that Sun Xiaokong was calling him, Feng Jue immediately walked towards him in three steps at a time.

"What's the matter, Junior Brother, did you find anything?"

Feng Jue subconsciously asked back.

Sun Xiaokong pointed to Zhao Libang's wound and explained seriously.

"Well, that's right, look at his wound, it doesn't look like a sword or stick wound, it's more like martial arts.

And the control of this martial strength is stronger than mine. I suspect that the murderer's strength is at least half a step of Emperor Wudi, or even reached the early stage of Emperor Wudi. How do you feel? "

Feng Jue carefully opened the clothes on Zhao Libang's wound, looked at it carefully, and then nodded with deep sympathy.

"You're right, this murderer has reached the level of a half-step Emperor Wu, but his martial strength is terribly solid, so his combat power is comparable to that of Emperor Wu in his early days.

Moreover, he could break through to the level of Emperor Wu at any time, even if he directly said that Emperor Wu would not pass. "

The discussion between the two made Zhao Jianchuan's heart suddenly clear. It seems that Lin Fuxue should be the one who did it.

However, he couldn't figure out that Lin Fuxue was so powerful.

Why did he go after Zhao Libang's family? He didn't need it at all.

Killing a side branch will not cause any great harm to the Zhao family, but it may arouse the Zhao family to be more careful. Why bother?