The Sikong family’s ancestral home.

The new head of the family Sikongjie knelt in front of the ancestral hall with a pious expression.

He knew that after tomorrow, there would be another deck of tablets here, and his father Sikong was full of prosperity.

Last night, Sikong Xinrong had already told him the secret of Lao Yushu. It was a mystery that the heads of the Sikong family have never been circulated, and at the same time he also told him clearly what he was going to do.

"Father, the descendants of the Sikong family may never know the sacrifices you have made for this family. If the family can overcome the current difficulties, we will all bear your kindness forever." Sikong Jie's eyes turned red and he said to himself.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a black suit, about thirty-five years old hurried over, leaned down and whispered a few times in his ear.

Sikong Jie's eyebrows locked, and the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously.

"Don't let this matter be rumored for the time being. Go and find two trustworthy people to follow me." He was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice.

The person who came was his assistant Zeng Yushan. After receiving the instructions, he clicked it and turned around and left.

Although Sikong Jie knew that his father had only three days left to live, even if he was not today, he would not be able to survive tomorrow, he still couldn't help but feel sad and his eyes turned red.

Then he felt a little discouraged. If even the power of the Holy Spirit could not help the Sikong family turn the situation around, what kind of virtue is our Sikong Jie? Is the Sikong family destined to be destroyed in my generation?

No, no, as long as the Holy Spirit is still in the Sikong family, there will be a day for a comeback.

He kowtowed deeply to the tablets of the ancestors and clans and slowly stood up.

The Sikong family has been prosperous for a hundred years, and many storms have been overcome, so this time it will definitely be able to do so.

As the chairman of Jinxi Group, Sikong Jie is still a member of the board of directors. It is easy to find his phone number, but it was impossible to get through after calling several times, so he had to call his assistant.

The deputy captain of the security team spoke very tactfully, saying that something happened to Sikong Xinrong in Xinghui and did not explain it thoroughly. However, how could Sikong Jie not know what happened? If his father succeeded, there would not be such a phone call.

In the evening, Sikong Jie rushed to Xinghui Bio with two followers from his family.

Xinghui Bio office building.

After Long San's body was sent out, Xiao Shun ordered everyone not to stay in the office building, so he was the only one in the empty office building at this time, and the whole building seemed lifeless and extremely quiet.

He stood in the devastated and dark office, staring at the lights of thousands of homes in the distance, feeling sad.

How to face Long Sanniang and the young little tiger?

He couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"Mr. Xiao, the people from the Sikong family are here."

At about eight o'clock, the security room called.

"Let them in." Xiao Shun replied.

"OK."

About ten minutes later, Sikong Jie showed up at the door of the office with the two.

"Dr. Xiao, I'll take my father back."

Xiao Shun had nothing to say, which was acquiescent.

He took two entourages to Sikong Xinrong's body, wrapped the corpse with a piece of white cloth, and said to the two entourages: "You are waiting for me in the car, I have something to say to Dong Xiao."

After the two followers left with Sikong Xinrong's body, Sikong Jie said, "Thank you, Xiao, for keeping this secret for the Sikong family, but you killed my nephew first, and now you killed my father again. Our Sikong family will definitely settle the accounts for you."

"If you don't ask me to calculate, I will also ask you to calculate." Xiao Shun said coldly.

"I would like to advise Mr. Xiao, our Sikong family has been standing in the rivers and seas for hundreds of years. I have never seen any storms and waves. You can't beat us."

Xiao Shun said with a face of Hanshuang: "No one uprooted you."

Sikong Jie suddenly felt cold in his heart, but in just a moment, from his father's words last night, he learned that the power of the Holy Spirit is definitely not something that ordinary mortals can fight against. Even if Xiao Shun is powerful, he is just a mortal body.

As long as the Holy Spirit protects the Sikong family will never fall, and there will always be a day when they make a comeback.

"Then let's take care of each of us." Sikong Jie sneered, turned around and prepared to leave.

"etc."

"What else do you have?" Sikongjie stopped and looked at him coldly.

"Three days later, I will hold a farewell ceremony for my employees and my brothers at the city funeral home. I hope that all of you, Sikong family, must be present and go to mourn for mourning."

Xiao Shun's tone was as plain as water but with irresistible pressure.

Sikong Jie was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and laughed silently and said, "What did you say? My father's body is not cold, but he asked our Sikong family to pay condolences to your employees? Are you crazy or do you think we are crazy?"

"You can think about whether you come or not. This is your last chance for the Sikong family." Xiao Shun turned his back and said lightly.

"It's extremely ridiculous!" Sikong Jie shouted lightly and left angrily.

Xiao Shun's face was as dim as the light around him.

"Is it ridiculous?" he sighed and murmured to himself: "What's ridiculous is that I actually gave you another chance, and you shouldn't have any chance at all."

...

It was almost twelve o'clock when Xiao Shun returned home. He went to the funeral home in the middle and stood at the door for a long time, but he still didn't have the courage to face the family members.

"Is something happening to the company? I don't answer the phone."

As soon as he entered the house, Liu Yunxiang couldn't wait to come over and asked worriedly. Yao Jianguo also looked inquiring eyes while sitting on the sofa. It seemed that Yao Cen hadn't said anything to them.

In fact, Yao Cen and Zhuque have been staying in the room after they came back, and they didn't even have dinner. They didn't want to answer if Liu Yunxiang asked her. The more they did, the more worried Liu Yunxiang and Yao Jianguo were.

Xiao Shun said with a strong smile: "It's okay, it will be resolved soon."

Then they went upstairs and left the two of them to look at each other, their eyes full of helplessness.

Yao Cen's eyes were swollen and his face was leaning against the head of the bed. She had just experienced a life of disaster, which made her feel like she was dreaming.

It was the first time I saw such a terrifying and bloody scene in my life, and it was so close to death for the first time. It was like just experiencing a nightmare that I could not calm down for a long time.

Zhuque is a person who has always lived in blood and fire. She is much calmer than Yao Cen. She looks wooden and sits beside the bed like a wooden carving.

Hearing the footsteps outside, Yao Cen's originally unsightly eyes suddenly lit up. He jumped out of bed without even having to wear slippers and walked quickly towards the door.

She has never looked forward to this footsteps in more than three years as she has now.

When Xiao Shun opened the door, he was already standing there like a mountain.

She immediately threw herself into his arms and hooked herself on his neck like a pendant. All her grievances and fears were swept away at this moment, and all her reserve and strength were put aside.
Chapter completed!