It was raining heavily and it kept watering.

Wow!!!!!!!!!!

Knocking on the tiles on the eaves, the rain kept flowing down the tiles, like a waterfall.

The rain stained the hair and wet the clothes. The rain continued to flow down Wang Zhiqiang's fat face, and Wang Qingchen stretched out his hand and kept shaking Wang Zhiqiang.

The fat body swayed back and forth, and the fat on Wang Zhiqiang's face kept shaking.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

"Father?"

Wang Zhiqiang suddenly raised his head and broke free from Wang Qingchen's support with his arm. The considerable strength made Wang Qingchen subconsciously take a step back.

It seemed as if I had used too much force, the hairpin on my hair fell to the ground all of a sudden, and my long wet hair suddenly dissipated, covering half of my fat face.

His eyes were covered with long hair, and his tone was terrible and angry, saying:

"My Wang family has done so many evil things? Do you deserve to die all of them?"

"My Wang family has always been pure and kind, generous and well-known, and has always adhered to the ancestral teachings and was friendly to others. Where did they do evil things?"

"Father, let's go to the ancestral hall!" Wang Qingchen didn't care and stepped forward to grab Wang Zhiqiang's arm. The wet clothes felt cold. Wang Qingchen pulled them hard and was about to pull Wang Zhiqiang away.

But the obese Wang Zhiqiang was like a huge drop. No matter how hard Wang Qingchen tried, Wang Zhiqiang could only shake it for a while and was not dragged away at all.

The rain kept dripping along the hair. Wang Zhiqiang suddenly stretched out his hands, grabbed Wang Qingchen's shoulders, and said in a bad voice: "We all deserve to die!"

Wang Qingchen's face suddenly turned ferocious, and he raised his foot to kick Wang Zhiqiang, and said in a deep tone: "Father, wait a moment."

"The child goes to the ancestral hall to find a way to save you!"

If Wang Qingchen, who was panicked in the first sentence, did not react, then Wang Zhiqiang spoke in the second sentence, how could Wang Qingchen not see through it? Something happened to his father.

According to Wang Zhiqiang's situation, this kick should have been kicked to the ground by Wang Qingchen. Wang Qingchen has been studying articles by a saint, but he is not a weak scholar who is powerless.

With a strong body, Wang Zhiqiang, who was already over 200 pounds, could he stand firm with a fat body?

But unfortunately, Wang Qingchen kicked Wang Zhiqiang's raised belly this time, and it was not soft but cold but stiff, as if he was kicking a hard and cold iron plate.

A heart-wrenching pain came from his feet, and Wang Qingchen fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The fat palms were like iron clamps cast by steel, pinching Wang Qingchen's neck tightly. Wang Qingchen kept struggling, grabbed the fat wrist with both hands, moved hard, and kicking his legs around.

Wang Qingchen's face was flushed, his breathing was extremely difficult, and his struggles began to weaken, and his eyes were rolling.

"Wake up!"

"wake up!"

"Wang Qingchen wakes up!" A loud shout like thunder came out. Wang Qingchen, whose vision was already blurred, suddenly opened his eyes and began to make a sound of gasping in his mouth.

Taking a violent breath, the rain kept falling, and the eyes subconsciously narrowed.

Wang Qingchen breathed the air greedily, and Wang Zhiqiang's concern voice came from his ears and said, "You're okay with Qingchen!"

Wang Qingchen looked at the sound. In the heavy rain, Wang Zhiqiang stood aside and was supporting him. At this moment, he was holding a green jade pendant in his hand. The luster on the jade pendant was dim, and a crack appeared in the center of the jade pendant.

Wang Zhiqiang shook his hand and the jade pendant fell directly to the ground. With a click, the fragments of the jade pendant kept splashing everywhere.

"Let's go, this jade pendant is just something worn by Gong Hualin, a famous scholar in Changshui. He is influenced by his literary spirit every day. This is how it can have this effect, destroying the sneaky environment, but it's just one effect."

"Go away!" Wang Qingchen's face looked terrified. He recalled the horror just now, and walked straight towards the ancestral hall, but he staggered and almost fell, and was supported by Wang Zhiqiang.

The two of them braved heavy rain and rushed towards the ancestral hall.

The rain had completely poured the two of them into a chicken. Their whole body was wet, and their clothes were tightly against their bodies. Looking at the bright ancestral hall ahead, Wang Qingchen couldn't help but feel joy.

He hurriedly ran towards the ancestral hall. As he got closer and closer to the ancestral hall, under the fiery red lights, Wang Qingchen's vision was no longer so blurred because of the distance. At this moment, he suddenly realized and pulled Wang Zhiqiang beside him and said:

"Father."

"Not right here!"

"Let's go, hurry up and go to the ancestral hall to save your life!" The fat arm pulled Wang Qingchen in reverse and ran forward with big strides.

"This is not a ancestral hall, and the ancestral hall will not light oil lamps in the night!"

"This is the main hall. We just came back from here and we couldn't enter the main hall." Wang Qingchen's tone trembled, and his teeth were unconsciously clenched up and down, and his voice had changed.

"No, this is the ancestral hall!" The harsh voices sounded again.

This completely broke the bottom line of Wang Qingchen's fear, frantically shook his arm, and pushed him hard towards Wang Zhiqiang beside him. His face was scared, frightened, and panicked. All kinds of expressions continued to appear one by one, and he shouted in a roaring tone:

"roll!"

As Wang Zhiqiang kept kicking, Wang Zhiqiang, with his disheveled hair, let Wang Qingchen beat him. He grabbed Wang Qingchen tightly with one arm, and his long hair had covered his face and could not see any expression.

A sense of suffocation continued to arise, and Wang Qingchen could no longer breathe, his eyes became blurred, and only a shrill shout was heard in his ears: "Qingchen!"

The scene I saw in my eyes became illusory, and I could not help but see a fat figure staggering into a loft in the heavy rain.

He couldn't help but want to shout, "Father save me!"

Unfortunately, he didn't say a word and swallowed his last breath completely. In the end, Yu Guang looked at his current situation. His arms were tightly pinching his neck.

It turns out that I was strangled to death by myself!

"Qingchen!"

The shouting sound came out, but there was no movement. Wang Zhiqiang shouted again: "Qingchen?"

There was still no sound, and there was silence in all directions, as if it was in a dead place.

Wang Zhiqiang looked terrified and shouted in the ancestral hall with a shrill tone: "Ancestor!"

"Help!"

"The Wang family cannot overcome this disaster, and it is afraid that there will be disaster for the family to be destroyed."

"Ancestor, you are going to have a heir. Without descendants, you will not be able to live in the world forever."

"Save me, I'm saving you."

"Father, our Wang family is extremely guilty and no one can survive. You want to die, I want to die, and our ancestors are also going to die!" A figure with his head down was standing at the door of the ancestral hall, telling quietly with his back to everyone.
Chapter completed!