After listening to Ye Zhiqiu's incident, Ye Chuan's mood was a little complicated. After calming for a while, he asked again: "What happened to that Lei Huowu later?"

"The entire Jianghe City then became the world of Leihuowu." Tang Tianyao said.

Ye Chuan nodded and asked, "When all Jianghe joined forces to attack my father, do you have a share, right?"

"Not bad. But back then, I was just a minion."

"What about my father's body?" Ye Chuan asked immediately.

Tang Tianyao sighed: "After your father's death, Lei Huowu sank its body to the bottom of the river..."

Hearing this, Ye Chuan gradually clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and asked, "What later? Lei Huowu, is it dead or alive?" This is one of Ye Chuan's most concerned questions.

"In the fifth year after your father's death, Lei Huowu also died of illness, probably around the time now." Tang Tianyao said: "After that, Jianghe City began to fall into chaos. It took me more than half a year to unify Jianghe City again. Since then, Jianghe City has been in my hands and has received a brief calm."

"Until then you lost to that old guy Jesus." Ye Chuan said.

Tang Tianyao nodded: "Yes, a few years later, Jesus received the support of local high-ranking officials and easily defeated me. So I understand that our path must be supported by official support to the end. Otherwise, he will be just an abandoned son in the official game."

Ye Chuan didn't say anything and repeatedly thought about Tang Tianyao's words. Officials are a good way. But once they get involved, they will never get rid of them in their lives. And working with them will be at risk of being eaten at any time. It's like struggling with a tiger.

"Xiaochuan, what are your plans now?" Tang Tianyao asked suddenly.

Ye Chuan smiled and said, "It's a pity that Lei Huowu is dead. Fortunately, he has a son. Since he killed my father, I'll let him die."

"Xiaochuan, I'm frank. You should not make too many enemies now." Tang Tianyao said: "Thunder can't be easily shaken in Xicheng for so many years."

"Of course I have my own way." Ye Chuan said with a smile.

It was already very late when I came out of Tang Qiu's house. Walking on the street, Ye Chuan called Zuo Nan.

"Brother Chuan, what's the matter?" Zuo Nan's calm voice came from the phone.

"In the past two days, you can investigate the Thunder in Xicheng and pay attention to all his activities and places where he appears. By the way, there is also his father's death day and grave." Ye Chuan said calmly.

"Damn, Brother Chuan, what are you going to do? Tomb robbing?" Zuonan asked in surprise.

"Stop talking nonsense. If you ask you to check, go check it. When the preparation is almost done, you will attack Thunder!"

Zuo Nan took a deep breath: "Brother Chuan, I heard it right? Do you want to attack Thunder?"

"Well, you heard it right." Ye Chuan said: "Thunder, you must die! But you are not in a hurry yet."

"Okay, I'll start taking people to investigate tomorrow," Zuonan said.

"Well, you should pay attention to your own safety. Thunder is not an ordinary person. At critical moments, you would rather gain nothing than expose yourself. Do you know?" Ye Chuan instructed.

Zuo Nan felt warm and said solemnly: "Don't worry, Brother Chuan."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Chuan wandered aimlessly on the street, his mind full of Ye Zhiqiu's affairs.

Before this, he had thought that his father was on the same path as him, but he never expected that he was really a witch compared to him.

At this time, he finally knew why his mother took him and Ye Feng to that remote village back then.

Facing Ye Zhiqiu, he didn't know what kind of relationship it was. If it was hatred, he became hesitant because of himself and Ye Feng, and finally died at the hands of Lei Huowu.

What if it is love? His childhood was bullied and he didn't know what fatherly love was. He would always remember that evening, and Ye Feng cried and said that they said I didn't have a father and wouldn't play with me.

But no matter what, Ye Zhiqiu is his father after all, and his father's revenge must be avenged.

It was late autumn and early winter, and the weather was a little cold. A gust of cold wind blew, and Ye Chuan subconsciously wrapped his clothes tightly.

When they returned home, Li Muhua and Ai Lan had already fallen asleep. Ye Chuan tiptoed to the sofa and gradually fell asleep.

The next morning, just as Ye Chuan was drooling in a daze, the knock on the door sounded.

"Brother, it's open!" Mo Mo's voice shouted outside.

"Here's here!" Ye Chuan rubbed his eyes tiredly, picked up a coat and put it on his body.

As soon as he opened the door, Ye Chuan saw a ball of white things coming towards him before he could speak, and a cold feeling came from the collar.

"Brother, it's snowing!" Mo Mo said with a smile like a child.

Ye Chuan was shocked and turned around and opened the curtains while slapping the snow on the collar.

The world outside the window has turned white, and snowflakes are decorating this ancient city with their unique figures. They are as light as smoke and as soft as willow catkins.

The snow was still falling. Gradually, Ye Chuan looked out the window with a little blurred look. It seemed that he was missing something.

"It's so early this year's snow!" Ye Chuan said gently, with a little longing tone.

"Brother, come with me for a walk!" Mo Mo said behind him, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

"good!"

It's still early now, it's 7 o'clock in the morning, and there are no people in the yard of the community, with snow everywhere, which looks a bit desolate.

Ye Chuan and Mo Mo were wearing coats and strolling on the snow, but they were decorated with a hint of warmth for this desolation.

"Brother, do you like snow?" Mo Mo squatted on the ground like a child, rubbing out snowballs one after another with his hands.

"Of course I like it!" Ye Chuan held a cigarette in his mouth, blocked the cold wind with his coat, and lit the cigarette.

"When I was young, what I hope most every day was the first snow."

"Brother, who is behind you?" Mo Mo suddenly pointed behind Ye Chuan and asked.

"Ah? Who was it so early?" Ye Chuan looked back when he heard this, but found that there was no figure behind him.

"No, there is no one behind me!" Ye Chuan said while turning around. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a snowball hitting him. Ye Chuan could not dodge and was hit by the snowball in the face.

"Haha, brother, you're fooled!" Mo Mo smiled like a child and threw a second snowball at Ye Chuan.

Ye Chuan turned his head slightly and just avoided him.

"Okay, you dare to hit me with a snowball. Today I have to let you know how I played snowball fights!" Ye Chuan said, squatting down and grabbing a handful of snow to Mo Moyang.

But Mo Mo had already run far away and Ye Chuan did not hit her.
Chapter completed!