In the hall of the Han Palace, the night was getting deeper, the red lanterns were hung high, and the slightest candlelight spread through the lanterns. Although the light was bright, it could not penetrate the pillar, nor the chair, nor the human heart, so the shadow of the pillar, the chair, and the human heart continued to extend into the distance, until it became one with the night.

The whole Han Mansion seemed extraordinarily quiet, a wild cat that didn't know where jumped into Han's house, its eyes were shining, it stood on tiptoe, walked silently in front of the hall, and then disappeared into the darkness, as if waiting for something.

Han Qingshan repelled his subordinates, sat on the seat where Han Laoshan often sat with gloomy eyes, holding a cup of tea that had run out of heat in both hands, because he was too hard, his fingertips were already white, and there was probably a trace of sweat oozing from his brows because of nervousness.

Han Qingshan's face was a little hideous, and he was also very angry and panicked in his heart-although the woman of the Jane family inserted the silver hairpin into her father's heart, Han Laoshan's life was really big, and he didn't die. At this moment, Han Laoshan was lying in the room, his body was covered with bandages, his breathing was weak, and his mind was not very clear, but he was alive.

Since knowing his life experience, Han Qingshan has fallen into a strange love. Han Qingshan had never met his biological parents, and he couldn't talk about any feelings, he only felt that Han Laoshan, who was nailed to death by Jane's family, and his mother, who was killed by scholars, were just strangers. On the contrary, although he knew that the father in front of him was not his own father, but an enemy who did not share the sky, Han Qingshan did not have the courage to attack the man in front of him, on the one hand, he was afraid and in awe, and on the other hand, he admired this man a little in his heart.

Han Qingshan thought of Han Laoshan's recent intentional or unintentional alienation of the northern bandits, and took the initiative to fund the encirclement and suppression of the bandits, and he admired Han Laoshan even more.

After enduring for more than 20 years, Han Laoshan is finally going to attack that group of bandits, how much Cheng dù does a man have to endure in order to be patient with his mind for more than 20 years, if it weren't for the fact that there was a little mistake during the period, Han Laoshan must be complacent now.

married Jane's family, hugged the beauty, took over the Half Moon Bookstore, and maybe acquired the Lanzhou Bookstore and Chongshu Bookstore.

surrounded and suppressed the bandits and became an iconic figure in the city.

Perhaps what makes Han Laoshan the happiest should be his enemy's son, who trembles and calls "father" every day like a mouse seeing a cat.

Thinking of this, Han Qingshan suddenly stood up, smashed the teacup in his hand to the ground, a sharp dagger slipped out of his sleeve, held it in his hand, his eyes were shining, he suddenly turned his head and walked towards the room, and kept struggling in his heart: "As long as you kill him, the Han family will be mine, and no one can restrain me anymore." Han Qingshan, Han Qingshan, non-toxic and non-husband, as long as you are ruthless, you will be the most powerful person in Lanzhou in the future. ”

Gently pushing open the door, Han Qingshan saw Han Laoshan lying on the bed, the man's face was pale, there was a faint breathing, and his chest rose and fell slightly, this should have been a new house, but now it has become Han Laoshan's ward, and the things in the world are really uncertain.

The red candles and big red happy characters in the room have not been removed, like red blood that cannot be dissolved.

Han Qingshan squirmed his throat with difficulty, and the knife in one hand turned into a two-handed knife, sweat flowed down his brows and dripped into his eyes, Han Qingshan didn't dare to reach out and wipe it away, and it seemed that he couldn't finish the short distance.

Han Qingshan only felt that it was gradually difficult to breathe, so he had no choice but to stop and take a long breath, this breath entered his heart, and a spicy feeling rushed into his brain, making him subconsciously clench the dagger in his hand.

"Bang dang!"

Han Qingshan was too nervous and accidentally bumped into the table, and the fine blue and white porcelain vase on the table fell to the ground and shattered.

Han Laoshan, who was lying on the bed, seemed to feel that someone had entered the room in his sleep, his brows wrinkled unconsciously, and then calmed down.

Han Qingshan felt that six of his seven spirits had been frightened, and only the last one was left to support him from falling.

In a short distance, Han Qingshan felt that he had walked for decades, and finally arrived at the bedside.

Han Qingshan looked at the man lying on the bed, and remembered the way this man looked at him since he was a child, the indifference and fierceness were like thousands of knives stuck into him, each one was extremely sharp. I thought of the rattan again, it was not thick, and it looked a little slender, but every time it hit the body, it was a heart-piercing pain.

Han Qingshan thought back to what this man had done to him, his eyes were occupied by anger, and his hands were extremely steady and he put the dagger against Han Laoshan's neck, as long as he pressed it lightly, the man who planted infinite darkness in his heart was gone.

Han Qingshan felt a burst of happiness.

However, Han Qingshan couldn't get his hands down, and his mind was replaced by an inexplicable panic, because Han Qingshan remembered two more things: Han Laoshan's eyes and the rattan, these two things were like a spell, entwining Han Qingshan.

The eyes and rattan made Han Qingshan angry, and at the same time, it was also the source of Han Qingshan's fear.

In the end, Han Qingshan failed to overcome his fear, and escaped from the room hungry, sitting on the ground in collapse and panting, and then slapped himself twice, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Cluck, cluck!"

A burst of silver bell-like girlish laughter suddenly spread in Han's house, the sound was as warm as a spring breeze, and like the soft and soft water of the river on the street of the painting boat, it was particularly clear and bright in the dark night, bringing some happiness to this somewhat gloomy mansion.

But Han Qingshan was shocked into a cold sweat, where did this laughter come from, how could there be laughter in the middle of the night?

The wild cat hidden in the darkness suddenly burst out of the darkness and pounced on Han Qingshan.

Han Qingshan saw that the cat's eyes had two different colors, one was blue and the other was red, the blue eyes were as blue as the blue sky, and the red eyes were as red as blood.

The cat also had two sharp front paws, which were still stretched out as they pounced in the air, growing longer and longer, until they were three inches long, so sharp that they looked like a dagger in their sleeves.

Han Qingshan was startled, holding his head with both hands, and couldn't help but shout "Ah".

The wild cat's claws were getting closer and closer to Han Qingshan, and it seemed that they had penetrated deep into the skin and reached the bone marrow.

Han Qingshan stood up abruptly on the chair, covered in sweat, reached out and touched his whole body, and found that there were no wounds on his body, and there were no wild cats in the hall, it turned out to be a dream.

But that dream was too real, Han Qingshan took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face, and exhaled a long breath, it turned out to be a dream, fortunately it was a dream.

Suddenly, Han Qingshan's hand holding the handkerchief stiffened in the air, and the afterglow of his eyes was aimed at his side, and he didn't know when there was another person in the hall.

A girl in a white shirt stood in the hall prettyly, the girl was extremely beautiful, looking at herself with a smile, as if she was still holding a baby in her arms, the baby did not cry or make a fuss, and a pair of eyes like the night stared straight at herself.

Han Qingshan turned his head with difficulty, but he didn't dare to raise his head and look at the girl.

Han Qing's shirt didn't move, and the girl didn't move.

"Cluck, cluck."

The girl began to laugh, like a silver bell.

Han Qingshan was frightened, and looked up to see the girl's appearance clearly, but saw the girl running towards him with the baby in her arms.

Han Qingshan hurriedly took out the dagger in his sleeve and stabbed straight at the girl.

The girl didn't seem to see the dagger at all, as if it was transparent, ran through Han Qingshan's body, and then ran towards Han Laoshan's room.

Han Qingshan sat on the ground again, there were thousands of questions in his mind that could not be answered, and in his heart, he felt as if the girl had seen it somewhere, where was it? Han Qingshan was dumbfounded, that girl seemed to be Jane's family! Jane when I was young!

"Cluck, cluck."

The girl's laughter came into Han Qingshan's ears again, and the girl held the baby and passed through Han Qingshan's body again, but this time the girl was still holding a person behind her.

The man had a long iron chain around his neck, and his whole body was muddy, his hair was scattered, and his face was extremely pale, as if he was suffering greatly.

Although the chain is thick and heavy, it is as light as a feather in the girl's hand, and it is gently carried by the girl. The man behind him couldn't walk fast because of the pain, but the girl didn't care, and pulled the chain straight, as if dragging the man again.

The two walked to the door of the Han Mansion and went out through the closed door.

When the man was leaving, he glanced back at Han Qingshan with difficulty.

Han Qingshan was speechless in horror in the end, he was too familiar with that look, that person turned out to be his father Han Laoshan.

"Cluck, cluck."

The girl's silver bell-like laughter came from outside the Han Mansion.

Han Qingshan was startled again, and suddenly stood up, feeling that his arms were numb, his legs and feet were weak, and his body was full of sweat.

Han Qingshan rubbed his unconscious arm and stretched his legs and feet, but suddenly remembered something, reached out and took out the dagger, gritted his teeth and plunged into his thigh, the pain pierced his heart.

However, Han Qingshan exhaled a long breath, and he could feel the pain, indicating that he was not in a dream. Looking back at the serial dream just now, Han Qingshan had palpitations, the things in the dream were too real, as if he had experienced it himself.

Han Qingshan shook his head and laughed at himself, slowly closed his eyes, but suddenly jumped up, and didn't care about the injury on his thigh, and ran into Han Laoshan's room.

At this time, Han Laoshan's face was even paler, without the slightest blood. Han Qingshan trembled and tried his snort with his hand.

Gone!

Han Laoshan is dead!

Han Qingshan was stunned on the spot, tears began to fall sparsely, and then suddenly he howled and cried, crying loudly, and shouted in his mouth: "Father, father, no, no, why did you die?" Why did you die? Woo, woo, woo, hoo, hoo. ”

Unspeakable grief and sadness.