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The Tu family's mansion is very difficult to find. They went to the Liuli Banquet four years ago, and it was on an island in the water. Unless there are disciples from this sect leading the way, they might get lost in the fog.

That situation would be bad, and they could only wait to float on the water and die.

Zhong Lihua wrote three well-mannered invitations saying that he was going to visit, but they all fell to the ground.

After staying in the inn by the sea for two days, Zhong Fufeng followed him regardless of his injuries, and he simply wrote one sentence with the greeting card.

Mr. Tu San is at my house.

The Tu family replied immediately.

A large ship berthed at the shore, Zhong Fufeng looked at the clothes and accessories of the other party, it was the disciple of the Tu family.

After confirming the identities of Zhong Ziyuan and the others, the other party respectfully said, "Please follow me."

Several people boarded the boat one by one.

As the big ship sailed into the deep sea, Zhong Ziyuan began to feel uneasy.

The salty wind from the sea soaked into Zhong Ziyuan's collar, and he immediately got into the cabin, the wet and sticky feeling made him uncomfortable.

Chi Xingqian sat beside him, with his broad shoulders blocking the occasional bumpy waves, watching Zhong Ziyuan shrunk himself into a small ball in front of him.

Fortunately, this section of waterway is not very long, and they arrived at the island in half a day.

After disembarking, the disciples of the Tu family politely guided them to go forward. At this moment, several people could hardly believe the scene before them.

Four years ago at the Glass Banquet, after they landed on the island, they were immediately attracted by the precious and exotic plants in the sky. Rabbits and fat squirrels would occasionally stop at their feet.

But now the island is so barren that it cannot be compared with the past at all.

The Tu family mansion will arrive soon.

The golden exterior can't cover the desolation of the room, the house is too spacious.

Walk two steps and even hear the echo.

There is a person sitting in the middle of the main hall of the mansion.

It was the Patriarch Tu Heya.

He waited there early with a gloomy expression.

After Zhong Ziyuan and others got closer, he sighed and said, "Tu Junlin, how are you doing now?"

Zhong Lihua gave a salute, and said cautiously: "Young Master Ling, it's not very good."

Tu Heya looked up at Zhong Lihua, and leaned back against the cushion, as if he had lost all strength.

Zhong Lihua said the purpose of his trip.

"The person you are looking for is not here." Tu Heya closed his eyes and said briefly after listening.

Zhong Fufeng said: "Senior Tu, what happened here? And Mr. Tu San..."

Ever since they set foot on the island, they were full of doubts, Zhong Fufeng really couldn't hold back, and he couldn't care less about being rude.

Tu Heya opened his eyes, exhausted and bloodshot.

Tu Wanzhao, the eldest son of the Tu family, walked over from the inner hall, saluted Zhong Lihua and the others, and then spoke slowly.

Starting a month ago, the disciples of the Tu family began to disappear one by one.

There was no sign, and no trace could be found.

But how could a living person disappear out of thin air?

Later, the reason was finally found.

Having said this, Mr. Tu sighed, as if he couldn't continue talking.

He was silent for a long time, and said, "It's Jun Neighbor."

Tu Junlin knocked out the disciples of the Tu family and took them away without a sound, without blood or traces.

But a few juniors saw him do it with their own eyes.

There was a faint, cruel smile on his face then.

Weird.

Everyone in the Tu family still doesn't understand what method Tu Junlin used to take him away from here quietly.

It seems that there is a big container that sucks away relatives one by one.

For such a long time, the Tu family has been unable to speak humanely to outsiders. If the news spreads, many people will definitely come to the door and tear up the Tu family's century-old foundation.

This time, Tu Junlin made a move at Zhong's house, and his disciples came to the door to question his teacher. Tu Heya knew it well and couldn't avoid it.

Zhong Lihua and the others were a little taken aback.

Zhong Ziyuan immediately sent a voice transmission to the Patriarch.

On the other side, after Zhong Zhiwen learned of the situation, he immediately found Zhong Chuze and the senior principals of the Zhong family to discuss.

It is impossible for them to dispose of the second son of the Tu family privately, which is against the rules.

One's own disciples have their own family lessons, and it is not easy for others to intervene.

However, hearing the current situation of the Tu family, I am afraid that letting people go back would be tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

The most urgent task is to find the missing person.

The Zhong family didn't treat the third son of the Tu family harshly, but with the shackles on his hands, he didn't need to eat or drink for the time being, and he couldn't escape.

At dusk that day, Tu Heya led his relatives to the Zhongfu.

When Tu Heya saw Tu Junlin who was meditating in the wing room, he closed his eyes tightly.

Looking at it this way, it still looks like Yushu facing the wind.

Seeing someone coming, his eyes opened a crack, and the corners of his eyes and brows no longer had the heroic spirit of the third son of the Tu family.

The corners of the eyes are curved, curved like a crescent moon, which is weird.

"It's Dad," he said with a smile.

The head of the Tu family was silent.

After a long silence, Tu Heya asked, "Where are they? Are they dead or alive?"

Mr. Tu San looked at him sideways, and the corner of his mouth almost laughed out loud, "They went to a very warm place, so there's no need for father to look for it."

He paused, as if he remembered something, and added, "In a few days, I will never have to look for it again."

Zhong Ziyuan's joints turned white.

Everything that happened during this period was complicated and intertwined like a cobweb.

Everything that seemed to be aimed at him, or not aimed at him, came one after another without any time to breathe.

It seemed that behind a little calm, there was going to be a big move immediately, which caught them off guard.

He remembered Zhou Minfei's expression of treating his family as objects before his death, so what about Tu Junlin.

What did he think of his relatives?

"Third Master Tu." Zhong Ziyuan's voice was very cold, and the person in front of him was stunned when he uttered it suddenly.

He said slowly, "Are they dead or alive?"

Tu Junlin looked at him fixedly, and said an understatement as an answer.

"For some people, it's a waste to live with their lives, so it's better to lend them to others."

After finishing speaking, Tu Heya raised his hand and wanted to slash at his face.

Zhong Ziyuan stopped him in time.

A trace of compassion climbed onto Tu He Ya's tired and old face.

He had never felt so defeated.

Tu Wanzhao was shocked, how could his younger brother, who is suave and kind, become so cold?

"Why on earth..."

Xiao is the expression of Tu Wanzhao's speech, which made Tu Junlin very unhappy, and he turned his face to him leisurely.

An inexplicable look.

These people are all acting up in front of me now, right?

Now the third young master Tu who is well-known in the Xianmen family, in the eyes of this group of relatives, he is just a bastard.

He is not a man of natural intelligence.

This is what his father told him himself.

How old was he then?

When his two elder brothers grew into teenagers, he was still a tender baby with soft hands.

When he was five years old, his brothers coaxed him to fish in the sea, and he almost drowned.

They could always play tricks on him.

He sometimes thinks, father is really strange, why never ask him how the wound on his body came from.

When he contracted the wind and cold, his whole body was hot and convulsed, and he opened his arms in a daze to want his father's hug, but there was nothing.

Then when he was six years old, his father shook his head in disappointment and sighed, "The talent is stupid, and it is definitely not a talent for making."

He understands.

He can understand.