The door-to-door son-in-law is a wealthy family

Inside was Nangong Hao with a pale face and a stiff body.

The young master of the first family who used to be domineering and domineering is naturally dead now.

People kept coming in from the outside to report, but they all had extreme panic on their faces.

The content of the report is nothing more than which assets have been transferred out, and which sites have been handed over.

It's like a merry-go-round that keeps coming in.

The more Nangong Changfeng listened, the paler his face became, and he kept coughing.

Next to it, an old woman was crying and gently stroking Nangong Changfeng's chest: "You must stop coughing, and feel better. Anyway, money is something outside of the body, so they can take it away if they want it."

"The most important thing is that our whole family can be safe and sound, and no one will die."

It's okay not to say this, but when he said it, Nangong Changfeng spit out another mouthful of blood, which stained the collar and the clothes on the chest red.

He turned his head to look at the crystal coffin, and let out a mournful voice: "My grandson, my good grandson, he died just like that, and our Nangong family will never have another successor!"

"I raised Ah Hao so well and raised him so well, but I was killed by that bastard Xia Fan!"

"I really... can't swallow this tone. In comparison, what is property?"

Nangong Hongyan tightly clenched her fists, and said loudly: "We must not just let it go, Ahao was killed, we have to go bankrupt to make compensation, even if our Nangong family was wrong in the first place, but this is too much .”

Standing beside him was a middle-aged woman who was Nangong Hongyan's wife.

While wiping her tears, she said: "My son died so badly, old man, we must not let that murderer go, we must kill him!"

"Even if you spend all your assets, you must find a powerful person and assassinate him."

The old man shook his head and scolded: "Didn't you see that we are now trying to find ways to get out the antique calligraphy and paintings I have stored for many years to make up the 150 billion yuan?"

"Why do you spend all your assets to find powerful people to assassinate him, we are now bankrupt!"

Nangong Hongyan said sharply: "Dad, do you think my grandpa is really alive? Didn't you say that he went to the deep mountains to practice? If grandpa is not dead, he will definitely be able to avenge my son and turn the tide!"

"As long as we get rid of Xia Fan and Fan Zhiqiang, we won't have to worry about getting back this large amount of assets."

Nangong Changfeng nodded: "I think so too. My dad has been in seclusion for nearly 20 years. I am really worried that he will die in such a silent manner. Before he entered the seclusion, he told me that he must not disturb him. Just wait for him to leave the seclusion. "

"Unless...unless the Nangong family encounters a catastrophe."

Nangong Hongyan hurriedly said: "Isn't this a catastrophe? We are about to lose our children and grandchildren, and there will be no assets left."

Another day passed.

The Nangong father and son, who were almost penniless, flew to a deep mountain forest about [-] kilometers away from Lanyang City in a rented helicopter.

Here, the sky and the sun are covered with towering trees.

In this primeval forest, there are even groups of beasts.

The helicopter found a relatively flat place and put Nangong Changfeng and Nangong Hongyan down.

With the support of several bodyguards, the two father and son tremblingly walked more than ten kilometers deep, and came to the bottom of a huge rock.

This rock protrudes high towards the sky, forming an angle of about 130 degrees with the ground, like the brim of a peaked cap.

It is called Wangtianshi.

With the support of Nangong Hongyan and several bodyguards, Nangong Changfeng climbed up alone.

He knelt on the Sky-Watching Stone, said tremblingly, "My father told me that if something really big happens, come here, light the incense, and put it into a hole in the stone."

"Soon, he will appear."

Nangong Changfeng lowered his head.

In the dappled sunlight, he could clearly see that there was indeed a small hole on the rock that could vaguely protrude into a fist.

Looking down a little, you can't see the bottom.

Nangong Changfeng murmured, "Dad, I hope that almost 20 years have passed, and you are really still in a hidden cave, practicing peerless magic arts, and nothing happened."

"Whether the Nangong family can survive or take revenge depends on you."

He took out a simple, exquisite, and somewhat worn-out box from his arms.

Open it, and immediately, a strange fragrance overflows.

This is a very rare piece of agarwood, although it is only the size of a thumb, it is worth millions.

He took out a box of matches and scratched several of them, but they failed to ignite. Several bodyguards wanted to go up to help him.

Nangong Changfeng shouted: "Don't come up, this stone is the cornerstone of our Nangong family, if you are not the highest helm of the Nangong family, you are not qualified to come up!"

His voice was so harsh that several bodyguards shrank their heads in fright, and quickly retreated.

Nangong Hongyan muttered in a low voice: "Isn't even me qualified?"

After consuming half a box of matches, Nangong Changfeng only managed to ignite one, and quickly ignited the aloes.

This piece of agarwood is flammable, and sparks will soon appear, and a strange fragrance will come to the nostrils.

Nangong Changfeng gritted his teeth and threw the piece of agarwood into the cave.

Fearing that its aroma would be lost, he hurriedly pressed it with both hands, pressing tightly against the hole.

He raised his face suddenly, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Dad, I'm here! The Nangong family was in disaster, and your great-grandson was killed. It's a terrible death. The Nangong family is about to die!"

The sound was so shrill that it shook the leaves of many big trees, and it also disturbed many birds, which flew away into the distance.

Originally the sun was shining brightly, but not long after, a cloudy wind suddenly blew in.
No matter Nangong Changfeng above Wangtianshi or the people below, they all shuddered, as if they had suddenly fallen into an ice cave.

Immediately afterwards, the sunlight disappeared, and black air rolled up around it. It was strange and inexplicable, as if it had turned into hell all of a sudden.

In the darker jungle, in the distance, there was a vaguely eerie voice: "What are you talking about, our Nangong family is going to have no sons or grandchildren?"

A figure is like lightning, jumping out from a mountain wall, as if he can pass through walls.

The surrounding temperature dropped seven or eight degrees suddenly, and everyone present was shivering from the cold.

……

In the city, the Jingwu Hall.

No matter Fan Zhiqiang, Chang Yuwu, or Wang Tianhua, they all had triumphant smiles on their faces.

People kept reporting to Fan Zhiqiang that they had completely taken over or even digested certain assets or sites of the Nangong family.

Now, Fan Zhiqiang is like a pond, and water is constantly being poured over, making this pond more and more filling.

In the end, Fan Zhiqiang smiled even more.

Holding the calculator, he happily reported to Xia Fan.

"Master, the Nangong family really has 150 billion yuan. Although the cash is less than one-thirtieth, all the fixed assets and land, as well as their collection of antiques and luxury cars together, barely have this amount."

"Our estimates are quite accurate."

Xia Fan was expressionless, he didn't care about getting so many assets at once, and a beautiful image kept shaking in his mind.