in the room.

Shen Lao, who was lying quietly on the bed, had dried up the blood on his neck, and his face was cold and white, without blood.

Up and down, there are no life features.

Next to the bed was Shen Juan, who was crying hoarsely.

Wen Ci didn't know how he came over, he only knew that along the way, his brain was empty, and after seeing the scene in front of him, his pupils shrank slightly, and the blood and cells in his body gradually returned.

But it seems that the blood is cold and has no temperature.

The master is dead?

This question has been lingering in my mind, unbelievable, unbelievable.

Until I saw this scene, I had to believe it.

This unexpected death came too suddenly.

His drooping hands were trembling slightly.

The seemingly waveless surface is desperately suppressing the deepest things, and the depths of the pupil are trembling with indescribable emotions.

And today, all this fully exposes a problem.

They have been living under a conspiracy without knowing it.

"Ancestral Master......" Cheng Xiaocheng shouted to Wen Ancestral Hall with red eyes, "I'll go check it out." ”

His lips twitched, "You, you're mourning." ”

No one wants this to happen.

Wen Ci's feelings for Shen Lao are like a father.

He grew up with Shen Lao, and even all his skills were taught by Shen Lao.

Without Shen Lao, today's Wen Temple is just an heir to the Wen family.

"Song ......" Wen Ci opened his lips, and the sound he made was minimal.

His throat was tight and dry, and he couldn't speak.

After a pause, the Adam's apple slidied, "What about Song Yuchu?" ”

Wen Run's voice became a little hoarse, and his tone was even more dull.

Listen carefully, the breath is very unstable, and the tail notes are trembling.

Cheng Xiaocheng pursed his lips, "Miss Song hasn't come yet, she usually comes at ten o'clock." ”

He said it carefully, for fear that it would blow up if it touched any point of the Wen Temple.

The calmer the surface is, the more turbulent the inside.

Cheng Xiaocheng was a little distressed when he saw it.

What are their ancestral masters enduring?

Such a big thing, such a big burden suddenly fell on him.

Shen Lao died, died of death, died of murder, anyone can grieve and cry.

Only Wen Ci can't, he needs to deal with the aftermath, and he needs to investigate the truth thoroughly.

He is the pillar of stabilizing the morale of the army, if he is in chaos, how to solve this matter?

Shen Lao's death will not be so simple, in the original anti-smuggling operation, Shen Lao was in a state of Fu Delirium's fatal handle before he was injured by Fu Delirium to brain death, and Wen Ci went one step later at that time, and Shen Lao died.

But in the end, he still couldn't escape death.

With his death, it was Fu Yu who connived at him to act even more recklessly.

He has been able to settle down a little over the years, just because he is afraid that Shen Lao will wake up.

As soon as Shen Lao left, the void shackles that pressed on Fu Yu's body were gone.

Fu Yu is an extreme, he not only does diamond smuggling, he does all smuggling.

If you keep him unhandled, unresolved, and let him do whatever he wants, one day in the future, it will definitely cause consequences that none of them can afford.

Wen Ci glanced at Shen Xuan and slowed down his dark and unsteady breathing.

"Find someone to stabilize her mood."

"In addition, call Song Yuchu over immediately, have Xie Yuan and Gu Chengwei been notified?"

Cheng Xiaocheng: "They'll come in a moment." ”

After answering, he observed Wen Ci's emotions, and said cautiously, "Then I'll go and do something." ”

"Hmm."

Cheng Xiaocheng took two steps and glanced back at the Wen Temple.

The man stood there, motionless as loose, his thin lips pursed, his dark eyes darker than ever.

He pursed his lower lip, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but he felt that he didn't need it at this moment.

Taking a breath, he turned and left.