Bring the system to pretend

At this moment, everyone in the room cast their eyes on Sha Bo one after another, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.

Ai Chenglong's personal guards looked at each other and walked in all directions of the room. They seemed to be nothing special, but they were actually guarding the entire room. Within the time limit, attack and capture the opponent.

The attending doctors didn't make any movement on the surface, but secretly they stepped back silently, obviously afraid of danger coming to them later.

"Shabo, should you give us an explanation?" Ai Chenglong stared at Shabo with sharp eyes, and said in a deep voice.

If Ling Chen hadn't said those words, he might not have connected his father's drowsiness with Sha Bo, but after hearing Ling Chen explain the specific flowering process of the Soul Eater Flower, he began to become suspicious.

Sha Bo was the only one who was with his father this afternoon, and he was the one who was the easiest to attack his father.

Seeing Ai Chenglong's questioning face, Sha Bo's face turned pale, and he said tremblingly: "Young master, please trust me, for the past five years, I have been working diligently to manage chores for Ai's family, just to repay the old man five years ago." How could you be so cruel to the old man for the life-saving grace of the old man?"

Ai Chenglong is in trouble. Indeed, in the past five years, Shabo has been working hard for the Ai family, and he has a deep relationship with his father. The two often practice Tai Chi together and talk about the national military. If the other party really wants to treat his father If you start, I'm afraid you don't have to wait five years.

Taking a deep breath, Ai Chenglong looked at Ling Chen, hesitated for a while, and asked: "Mr. Ling, is it possible that...you made a mistake?"

Several attending doctors also nodded meaningfully. After all, they have never heard of such a thing as the Soul Eater Flower. Who knows if Ling Chen made it up?
Facing everyone's doubts, Ling Chen shrugged, pointed at Ai De's eyebrows and said: "General Ai, what can you see from Ai Lao's eyebrows?"

Ai Chenglong was taken aback for a moment, then walked in to take a closer look, and couldn't help but look surprised and said: "A black pattern?"

The attending doctors also stepped forward to check, and indeed found a black pattern printed on the center of Ed's eyebrows.

"What does this black pattern have to do with this matter?"

Ling Chen glanced at the somewhat flustered Shabo, and explained lightly: "The Soul-devouring flower that grows in a natural state, even if it devours the soul of a human body, this black pattern will not appear.

The artificial Soul-eating Flower is different. When it is planted at the beginning, it will absorb part of the soul of the planter. inside the grower's body.

In other words, the black pattern displayed between Ai Lao's eyebrows must also be owned by the planter, but it exists in a different position. "

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be this black pattern on the center of the palm of the butler named Shabo..."

Ai Chenglong and the others froze, and quickly turned to look at Sha Bo's hanging palm, and found that there was actually a black pattern on the other's palm.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the whole room became tense.

Ai Chenglong's personal guards all took out their guns and aimed at Shabo with a look of defense.

"Clap clap clap!"

Under the gathering of everyone's eyes, Shabo suddenly puffed up his palms, with obvious admiration on his face.

"It's really a talented person from the previous generation of Jiang. I thought my plan was perfect, but I didn't expect that there are people who know the existence of the Soul Eater Flower. I have to say that you are already an outstanding person among the younger generation."

The fall of this sentence completely confirmed the identity of Sha Bo as the mastermind behind the scenes. For a moment, Ai Chenglong was both angry and puzzled.

"Sha Bo, the Ai family has never been ashamed of you in the past five years, and your father even regards you as a confidant, and has never treated you badly. What is the reason for your actions today?"

"For what?" Sha Bo laughed at himself, and suddenly asked, "Did you know there is such a person as Zuo Mo?"

"Zuo Mo?" Ai Chenglong paused, thought for a moment, and said in astonishment as if something sounded, "The Zuo Mo you mentioned was the one who competed with my father for my mother and finally failed in the competition ?”

"I didn't expect anyone to remember me." Shabo smiled ironically, and tore off the human skin mask he had worn for five years, revealing a slightly aged and vicissitudes face.

Looking at the familiar face, Ai Chenglong sighed: "Brother Zuo Mo, after so many years, why are you still clinging to the past?"

30 years ago, Zuo Mo and his father used to be very good brothers, their relationship was so deep that they could die for each other without frowning.

However, the appearance of a woman broke the direct relationship between the two overnight. The two best brothers fell in love with the same woman.

In order for the woman to choose someone who can stay with her, Zuo Mo started a battle with his father, and finally his father won, but Zuo Mo disappeared in front of his father and never heard from him again.

I thought that the other party would never appear in front of my father again, but I didn't expect that this guy had assumed another identity five years ago, lurking beside my father.

"Damn it to my big brother, I feel sick to hear it!" Zuo Mo cursed with red eyes, and his face was full of madness.

"It's been five years, it's been five years. During these five years, I have never wanted to kill Ed, the bastard who snatched Xiaoyue from me, and I have never wanted to punish Ed, the one who caused Xiaoyue to die. Today , I finally succeeded, I did not kill this beast, but I made his life worse than death, hahaha!"

Looking at the madness on Zuo Mo's face, everyone felt that the other party was a lunatic who was driven to the extreme.

Ai Chenglong sighed: "Brother Zuo Mo, why are you doing this? My mother's death was not caused by my father."

"It's not him? Don't fucking fart for me. Back then, I saw Xiaoyue take a bullet from this beast and fell into a pool of blood. If he was capable of protecting Xiaoyue, how could he let her block the bullet? How could it be?" Let her die?" Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and almost roared out these words.

Ai Chenglong shook his head, and explained with some bitterness: "Brother Zuo Mo, what you may not know is that back then, my mother didn't block bullets for my father. What she really did was to prevent the enemy from shooting at the People's Liberation Army. , Fuel oil for large machinery..."

"This...it's impossible. When...how did I not know there was such a thing as fuel?" Zuo Mo was stunned, and shook his head with red eyes, completely believing what he said.

Ai Chenglong didn't speak, but silently took out the small wooden box that his father had sealed for a long time, took out a slightly worn-out cowhide scroll approval letter from it, and handed it to Zuo Mo.

Seeing this approval document, Zuo Mo's entire expression changed suddenly. In their era, only important orders would use kraft paper.

After glancing at the approval document, Zuo Mo was struck by lightning, almost lost his balance and fell to the ground.

"Why... why is it like this?" Zuo Mo held his head, his eyes were about to split, and he roared heart-piercingly.

As if he had expected all of this a long time ago, Ai Chenglong sighed slightly, and took out a letter that had been sealed for a long time from the drawer.

"My mother wrote this before she left. I hope my father can hand it over to you after he finds you in his lifetime."

Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly fell on Ai Chenglong's hand, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. At this moment, he almost exhausted all his strength to take the letter.

There were only a few lines of words on the letter, but every single word made Zuo Mo's heart churn like ocean waves.

"You are a tourist in the deep mountains, love while walking, and make your home all over the world.

I am a cat breeder in the market, I don't look at passers-by, and I don't change lovers.

Zuo Mo, forget about me, maybe in this life, I will never see you smiling like a fool under the moonlit night again, I'm sorry, I broke the contract..."

"Tick!"

Silent tears slowly slid down from the corners of Zuo Mo's eyes, wet the dry ground, and also wet his heart.

You once told me that as long as a person runs fast enough, loneliness can't catch up with him, but you don't know that this running leaves loneliness to me.

You once said that as long as a person searches fast enough, he can find his lost self, but you don't know that this search took me all my life.

You once said that as long as a person acts realistically enough, he can fool the passing time, but you don't know that this act made my hair gray all my life.

You once said that there are beautiful scenery in the hot battlefield, but you don't know that without you, the eyes that discovered beauty no longer exist.

"The antidote for Soul Eater Flower is in my room. After taking it for your father, he will be able to wake up. Remember, please help me say sorry to your father. Zuo Mo will be sorry for him for the rest of his life!"

Looking at Zuo Mo's out-of-focus eyes, Ai Chenglong opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say to comfort him.

What he didn't know was that when he was thinking about what to say to comfort the other party, Zuo Mo suddenly raised his head and laughed, then grabbed a guard's pistol and pointed it at his head.

"Xiaoyue, I'm sorry to keep you waiting!"

A murmur accompanied by a gunshot resounded in the silent room.

A figure fell down slowly, but there was a belated smile on the corner of its mouth.

Ling Chen and the others who witnessed this scene suddenly felt a surge of sadness in their hearts for some reason.

If the breeze is affectionate, then the bright moon can be used as a lesson, but what cannot be erased is the lingering loneliness.

If falling flowers have feelings, then flowing water can be understood, but what cannot be untied is the winding front edge.

If the shooting star has feelings, then the starry sky can be seen, but what keeps cutting off is the intertwined longing.

The world after your death is still dazzling, but I feel bleak...