allonlinenovel Chapter 170 Past Events
Chapter 170 Past Events
The ruts turn.
Song Ling took Chu Yan away from the mourning hall.
Song Bei stood behind the two of them for a while and picked up his cell phone.
Sent a message to my senior brother.
[After we defeat Song Ling and obtain the Grand Master's inheritance as rumored, won't the things on Song Ling become the common property of the clan?]
Senior brother responded very quickly.
[As long as it is cooked properly, only you and I will know. What, what did you like? The woman he brought back? ]
Song Bei: [The Grandmaster's inheritance naturally belongs to Senior Brother. Senior Brother eats the meat and I drink the soup. I just don't take some of what Senior Brother doesn't want.]
Done.
Song Bei stood in the mourning hall, gradually revealing a somewhat smug smile.
He sent a message to his gray-haired father: "Dad, don't touch the three million yet, and don't pay the deposit."
The old father was anxious: [How can this be possible? I am still waiting to buy you a wife and have a big fat boy! ]
Song Bei: [Transfer it to my account, I will make my own arrangements. ]
In the carriage.
Chu Yan monitored Song Bei's subsequent operations.
Very shocked.
Song Bei's "own plan" was to conspire with others to kill Song Ling, and to NTR Song Ling by the way.
Then he saved the three million yuan he had spent on asking his wife for money and transferred it to his own account to generate income.
The way to generate income is very simple.
Half is used to speculate in A-shares and buy Moutai.
Half of it is used to bet on football, the 2024 European Cup, betting on England to beat Spain.
Of course, before injecting money into illegal betting organizations.
Song Bei also took a screenshot of his bank card balance and posted it on a forum to show off: [24 years old, balance in the card, low-key.]
Chu Yan: “…”
What a mental retard.
It would be better to watch monkeys in the zoo than to monitor him.
The system is also very emotional.
Generally, gamblers don't die a good death.
But there are always some gamblers who die faster than others.
The carriage stopped in front of a spacious courtyard.
Chu Yan was about to get off the car when he suddenly heard Song Xun snort coldly: "Stop."
Chu Yan stopped.
Song Xun: "If you don't follow the rules, kneel down!"
Song Ling shuddered reflexively, and his knees went weak and he knelt on the ground.
Song Xun yelled, "I told her to kneel, why are you kneeling? Get up, a man's knees are made of gold!"
On the bluestone floor, Song Ling not only knelt, but he knelt until he was unable to get up from the ground. His whole body was trembling and spread out like a weak amoeba.
It can be seen that the gold under his knees has strong ductility.
Song Xun was furious!
Chu Yan was calm and composed, knowing that Song Ling would most likely not be able to get up. Song Ling had been trained, obedient and well-behaved, and proficient in various conditioned reflexes. In front of the furious Song Xun, he stood still like a mountain, just like the ancient Greek god of cowardice.
Chu Yan: "Tell me, what's the matter."
Song Xun slammed the table and said, "The Grand Master's funeral hall is such a solemn and dignified place! You have no sense of shame, deliberately unveiling your veil to seduce young members of the clan. What is your intention?"
Chu Yan: “Oh.”
That's it?
I thought you were going to turn the tide and save the Song family from the clutches of the physics champion.
Song Xun continued to rebuke:
"As a woman, you should abide by the rules and be pure and chaste! Do not move your knees when sitting, and do not shake your skirt when standing! But you do not follow the rules and show off your charm in front of men outside, which damages the morals of our Song family!"
"Come here, let's do some family law!"
On the ground, Song Ling, who was kneeling in a weird position, trembled all over and said in fear, "Don't, don't!"
Song Xun said angrily: "You don't discipline your own wife, but you want others to discipline her for you? Didn't you see the way Song Bei looked at her in the funeral hall today? The young people in the clan are full of blood and are most easily seduced. Her face is a disaster!"
Chu Yan: “…”
The system was excited: [Host, he said that your face is a disaster! Ahhhh, so sweet, this feeling, everyone likes it! ]
Chu Yan: [Shut up.]
Due to Song Ling’s strong obstruction.
In the end, no family rules were used against Chu Yan.
Instead, Miss Chu was asked to go to the quiet room to copy scriptures and pray for Song Ling's deceased father.
Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate that he didn't have to see Song Xun being chopped into pieces in front of him.
What made him feel even more magical was...
Chu Yan actually went to copy scriptures!
In the quiet room hangs a portrait of Song Ling’s deceased father, but not of her deceased mother.
There are only a few brief mentions in Song's father's life chronicle that his first wife was not virtuous and was executed according to clan rules.
It is true that once you enter Dongting Lake, life or death does not matter.
Chu Yan closed the door of the quiet room.
After thinking for a while, he sighed softly and began to search around the room.
The system popped up a small question mark: [What is the host looking for? ]
Chu Yan: [The file of this "deceased wife". She was executed because she committed a serious offense and gave birth to a child who had no martial artist qualifications.]
The system was stunned: [Host is saying——]
Chu Yan pulled out a family tree from the dusty cabinet and looked at the thin line extending above the name "Song Ling".
Lu Zhijun.
Chu Yan: [Song Ling was adopted.]
That day, there was heavy rain in S City.
On the simple operating table in the suburbs, Lu Yaoguang held the knife and said to his prey -
My name used to be Song Ling.
The system was surprised: [Lu Zhijun is Lu Yaoguang’s biological mother! ]
In the yellowed genealogy, there was no extra record except her name. It seemed that adding one more word would be a humiliation to the entire Dongting Song clan.
But this Miss Lu Zhijun must have been forced to drink tea on Junshan Island. She must have been parasitized by a strange monster like countless wronged souls in Dongting Lake, forced to produce antibodies, and forced to transfer her Tao seeds and warrior qualifications to the fetus in her body.
But Lu Yaoguang did not become a monster.
Chu Yan pondered.
Lu Yaoguang is determined to embark on a journey back to Dongting Lake. It seems that the answer he is looking for is not only strange, but also a truth that has disappeared in the long river of time and is suppressed by the Song family.
Chu Yan collected the family tree.
Open 99+ WeChat at random.
Make sure Ji He is safe first, then check for other messages.
Pei Mingye was ready to set off for Dongting.
As for Researcher Lu.
Because he didn't get a ride on Chu Yan's trip to Dongting, he could only make his own living. He spread false news about Songyang Daozhong, randomly hunted another member of the Song family, and put the strange creature he got into the Faraday cage on his chest.
Chu Yan swiped the picture sent by Lu Research Institute with an expressionless face and replied: [Next time, just write a text description, no need to add pictures. ]
To shoot a Faraday cage, you have to unbutton your collar.
The photo should be taken on Song Xun's face - that's indecent.
Gu Yu's good morning and good night are unshakable.
Knowing that Chu Yan was out for fun, he politely asked when she would be back, and mentioned that he would be staying in S City for a while due to official business. Recently, he heard from a young swordsman from Kunlun that S City was holding an exhibition called BW, and wondered if Miss Chu could be invited -
Chu Yan: [I can’t come back.]
There was another message in WeChat, Henry Chu came over.
Chu Yan: “…”
The green WeChat icon becomes more and more annoying the more I look at it.
Chu Yan threw away his phone.
It was getting darker and someone was already preparing food outside the door.
The system suddenly remembered: [Host, you haven't copied the sutras and prayed for blessings yet! ]
Chu Yan suddenly realized something, picked up the chicken-feather brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote four large characters in a flamboyant style on the brown-yellow Buddhist scripture paper, paying tribute to Song Ling's deceased father whom he had never met.
【What a good death! 】
Chu Yan raised his sword: [Let’s go, go out to work. ]