Golden Age Hotel, in the presidential suite.
Ye Bei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the scenery outside leisurely.
After more than half an hour...
The sky had changed.
Pedestrians and cars on the street had also changed.
Although the buildings were still the same, in Ye Bei's eyes, the scenery was already quite different.
For example, in the air... it seemed that there was something strange.
Those things, colorless, tasteless, and intangible, constantly wandering throughout the Q city... everything was recorded.
"Zhao Family!" Looking out the window, after a long time, Ye Bei opened his mouth and spit out these two words in a cold voice.
Creak!
At this time, the door of the presidential suite was pushed open again, and Wang An left quickly and returned quickly.
After re-entering the room, he stood respectfully behind Ye Bei and slowly said, "Master, the old slave has already given orders just now, and there will be no more noises outside in the future."
"En." Ye Bei hummed.
Still looking out the window...
Time flies.
One hour passed in a flash.
"The Zhao family's funeral is really big enough." The room was originally silent, but Ye Bei suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.
After hearing this, Wang An's eyes lit up, and then respectfully said, "Master, the Zhao Family is rich and has great power in the world... As the head of the family, Zhao Bingsheng should not neglect his funeral."
"Today, Liu Zhiyun and Jin Rufan have also been there." Ye Bei continued to speak, his voice very low.
Huh?
When Wang An heard this, his body trembled abruptly, and his voice was a bit angry, "Master... the two of them didn't go to Kunlun Mountain, but today they went to the funeral of Zhao's Family instead. This is simply not putting this old slave in their sights. In my eyes... it is clear that they are conspiring with Zhao Bingsheng!"
"Maybe!" Ye Bei shook his head lightly.
Wang An immediately lowered his head. He realized that he was too unstable and that he might have said something wrong.
"Then... Master, what do you mean?" After a long time, Wang An continued to ask.
"Remember Zhao Kun?"
"Remember!"
"He has already sobered up just now..."
"Master... I get it!" After hearing this, Wang An's eyes lit up slightly, his gaze turned around Ye Bei, and looked quietly from the French window.
Zhao Kun was sober...
Then, he would definitely pass back everything that he had seen and heard in the Longevity Temple from 'that time'.
Maybe the younger generations of the Zhao family did not understand.
But... if Zhao Bingsheng was still alive, he would definitely know what it meant.
In the presidential suite, the two were silent again.
...
Three-Legged Dragon Manor, inside the safe house.
Zhao Changcun didn't dare to hesitate anymore... After receiving a call from Zhao Kun and obtaining a lot of information from it, he immediately went to Zhao Bingsheng to report, after all, there were too many things involved.
Creak!
The door of the safe house was pushed open.
"Changcun, the current situation is very bad, I have said before, if there is nothing important, don't come here, if others know that I am still alive, things will be troublesome!"
However, when Zhao Changcun opened the door and entered, there was a cold voice inside.
Zhao Bingsheng sat on the sofa.
Holding the golden crutches in both hands, those eyes stared at Zhao Changcun unhurriedly, without any emotion.
Today was his funeral.
In the Three-Legged Dragon Manor, countless guests came.
Some people were crying fake.
Some people were secretly cheering...
Some people even discussed the future division of property and power secretly.
Just now, Zhao Bingsheng could see all of these things clearly through the monitoring equipment in the safe house.
In this atmosphere, he naturally didn't have much good mood.
Zhao Changcun didn't understand. Hearing that, he took a halt, but he still reacted very quickly. He didn't dare to be wordy and immediately said, "Master, Kun'er is getting better. He just called me... "
"Zhao Kun?"
Zhao Bingsheng's complexion eased a bit.
"Yes, according to Kun'er, all the bodyguards he brought to the Longevity Temple were dead. Although the doctor said that his spirit has returned to normal, I think he might still be talking nonsense... …"
When Zhao Changcun said this, his tone was a bit hesitant.
One thing he knew very well, what Zhao Bingsheng hated most was listening to some speculations and some false news.
He didn't dare to say without a precise basis.
"Say it!" Zhao Bingsheng raised his brows slightly and intuition told him that there seemed to be something going on.
"Old Master, Kun'er might be scared... According to his original words, he said that after entering the Longevity Temple, he saw the Old Immortal called a young man 'master'..." Zhao Changcun quickly said.
When he said these words, Zhao Changcun still lowered his head and talked endlessly, but he did not dare to look up at Zhao Bingsheng for fear that he would scold himself for nonsense.
But after listening to this, Zhao Bingsheng who was sitting on the sofa trembled violently. The cold pupils contracted violently at this moment, and the two hands on the golden dragon head crutches were sweating.
Zhao Changcun is still going on, his voice was deliberately frivolous, "Kun'er must be frightened. He also said, he had some conflicts with the young man, and he cursed a few words. With a wave of the young man's arm, all the bodyguards he brought with him were all turned into blood mist on the spot, and there were no clothes left..."
Zhao Bingsheng's face was pale at this moment!
The lips were purple.
Zhao Changcun, "Although it is said that Kunlun Mountain Old Immortal is an Immortal, is that just a nickname? I really think he is an immortal... he waved his hand and turned people into blood fog, Old Master, I always feel this can't be believed, but Kun'er must know some things, otherwise... I'll call him again and ask you to inquire in person!"
When talking about this, Zhao Changcun raised his head slightly.
His face was solemn... Ready to be scolded by Zhao Bingsheng.
Clatter!
But…
At the moment when Zhao Changcun raised his head, he saw Zhao Bingsheng's hands holding the golden dragon head crutches as if they were stiff. With his fingers stretched out, the crutches fell to the ground with a clatter, and his voice was very clear.
"Master, don't be angry, don't be angry, I am reckless!" Zhao Changcun quickly bent over and went up to pick up the crutch.
Whoosh!
The moment his hand touched the crutches, Zhao Bingsheng, who was originally sitting on the sofa had his body soften, his pupils were a little pale, his eyes were full of fear, and he passed out with wide-eyed eyes.
Zhao Bingsheng was frightened!
"Old Master!"
Zhao Changcun's eyes were red, he thought it was because of what he said, making the old man stunned! When he yelled, he secretly scolded Zhao Kun thousands of times... At the same time, he quickly started to do first aid for Zhao Bingsheng...