at the same time.

There was deathly silence in the Zhou family mourning hall late at night.

Zhou Qimin sat alone on his knees in front of the portrait of his son Zhou Lixin, his face full of sorrow!

The candles in front of the coffin were beating gently in the night wind, and the atmosphere in the entire mourning hall was extremely strange!

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the mourning hall, and then a man who looked like a butler walked in and said respectfully: "Master, there is someone outside the door asking to see you."

"No, no! I will keep vigil for my son for seven days! No one else will be seen!"

Zhou Qimin said sadly.

"But...but Master, the other party said that he is from the Qinglong Gang."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qimin's face lit up, and he stood up immediately and said: "Quick, quick, quick, invite him in! Prepare tea!"

"Yes, sir."

The butler hurriedly exited.

After a while, a man wearing black clothes walked in.

This man is tall and tall, with bright eyes. Although he has some white hair on his temples, he looks quite old, but his steps are steady, and you can tell at a glance that he is a practitioner.

If you look carefully, you can see that his face is covered with a piece of black cloth covering his mouth and nose. He cannot see his true appearance clearly. There is a cold murderous aura all over his body.

After entering the mourning hall, the man squinted at Zhou Lixin's coffin, then looked at Zhou Qimin with a sinister look, and said: "Mr. Zhou, your son is such a talented person. I didn't expect that he would be lost at such a young age. It's such a pity.

,pity!"

Hearing this, Zhou Qimin's old face was full of grief and anger. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and nodded: "Yes... but I have found the real culprit who killed my son!"

Zhou Qimin's eyes were fierce and murderous.

He briefly told the man about the conflict between Xiao Yun and Zhou Lixin, and that before Zhou Lixin's accident, he had approached Ksitigarbha to prepare to attack Xiao Yun.

After hearing these words, the man pondered for a moment, and then asked coldly: "Mr. Zhou, are you sure this kid is the real culprit behind all this?"

He had never even heard of the name Xiao Yun before.

Logically speaking, how could such a mediocre person have the ability to deal with the eldest young master of the Zhou family and Ksitigarbha together?

Zhou Qimin's eyes showed hatred, his fists clenched loudly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm 100% sure that it's this little bastard!"

"Whether it's my son or your good brother Zang, his life will be lost in his hands!"

After pondering for a moment, the man said with a stern face: "Okay, in that case, if Mr. Zhou wants to take revenge, we, the Qinglong Gang, will definitely support him with all our strength!"

Zhou Qimin's face was overjoyed, he glanced at him gratefully, and then with a "boom" sound, he clenched his fist and hit the table.

"My son will be buried in three days. At that time, I will definitely cleanse this brat's family with blood! I will use his head to comfort my son's soul in heaven!"

Zhou Qimin's cheeks tightened again and again, and his eyes were filled with a cold light.

Seeing this, the man cupped his hands and said, "No problem. Since your master and my adopted brother were friends before his death, we, the Qinglong Gang, will definitely cooperate with us!"

"Mr. Zhou, what arrangements do you plan to make? We will all listen to you then!"

After saying these words, the man didn't linger much, and without even taking a sip of the tea on the table, he stood up and left the Zhou family's mourning hall.

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Chapter completed!