Chapter 292 A life-for-life game
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
"Something's wrong, very wrong, everything's wrong, it's so wrong!" The little guy pouted, "Daddy's not coming back, and Grandpa Moss is gone!"
Even a three-year-old child knew something was wrong...
Ning Fengsheng had no choice but to make an excuse that Nanchuan Shijue might have really gone out to find a woman.
"Impossible! Dad has no interest in women!" Nanchuan Yusen thought of his father's usual arrogance and disdain for women. "Is someone bullying Dad again? Dad has been locked up. I want to go save Dad!"
As he said this, he was about to rush out.
Ning Fengsheng was anxious and grabbed him: "Your father will be fine, be good and don't run around."
If something happened to the little bun, not only would Nanchuan Shijue go crazy, but she would too.
"But... Dad is missing."
"Didn't you promise to find him a wife? Sen Sen didn't like one before, so he didn't find one. Now he is looking for one."
Nanchuan Yusen looked at her suspiciously, then thought it made sense.
He promised to find a wife for his father, and then his father left, and the timing was right.
"Sisi, are you telling the truth?"
"What else could have happened that would have prevented him from returning home?" Ning Fengsheng sighed in his heart. Don't blame me, Nanchuan Shijue... I can't find a better reason to fool this little brat.
After all, your son is a smart guy. He will clear your name when you come back.
"Then why did Dad send so many bodyguards, all armed with guns?"
"He must be going on a long trip... He's worried about us, so he's added security."
"What? Going on a long trip? Does he want to find a foreign girl?"
Ning Fengsheng smiled bitterly: "Maybe?"
"Hmph, Old Deng, who forgets his son for the sake of beauty, he didn't even need to give birth to me." The little boy crossed his arms across his chest, but his worried face looked much more relaxed.
"How can it be redundant? Dad loves you very much."
"When he has a wife in the future, he will like his new wife, and I will be abused by my stepmother." The little bun said worriedly.
"Who dares to abuse Sen Sen? You are so powerful..."
"..." Nanchuan Yusen climbed onto Ning Fengsheng's knees and clung to her arms. "It's good that the baby has Sisi. Sisi, you made leather shoes for daddy, can you make some for the baby too?"
"No, it takes a long time to make a pair of leather shoes... Look, Sisi's hands are all worn out. You can't bear to see me so tired, right?" Ning Fengsheng refused. Nanchuan Shijue would never agree to have the same pair of leather shoes as his son.
The little boy looked at Ning Fengsheng's hands and rubbed them distressedly: "Then Sisi, don't do it anymore. Dad has a royal shoemaker."
"You broke Dad's wolf-head leather shoes. I promised to compensate him with a pair..."
"Then let Daddy's new wife do it!"
…
11:20 pm, winding mountain road.
Nanchuan Shijue leaned on the hood of his sports car, his suit soaked by rain and his handsome face covered with a layer of ice.
At this moment, he sneezed several times...
Who is scolding him?!
"Master, why don't we go? The master won't come." Moss held up a black umbrella, trying his best to shield the master from the rain.
"Nanchuan Jin, what a fucking coward." Nanchuan Shijue was furious.
He had buried explosives within a radius of several hundred meters. If Master Nanchuan dared to take even a step in, he would be blown to pieces.
20 minutes have passed since the agreed time.
He used the ashes as bait, betting whether the old man would dare to come to a life-for-life game.
After all, everyone in the entire Beizhou Kingdom knew that Master Nanchuan valued his deceased wife more than his own life.
On the roof of the car, the urn filled with flour was washed by the heavy rain, and the word "葬" (dian) glowed coldly in the lightning.
"Master, it's the master calling..." Moss handed over the phone.
On the phone screen was a middle-aged man with a stern face—Nanchuan Jin’s loyal lackey.
"Within half an hour, return the madam's urn, then kneel before the grave and kowtow 100 times, begging for the master's forgiveness."
"The old man broke his promise. Is he dead and can't walk anymore?" Nanchuan Shijue sneered. "If you don't want your ashes, I'll just scatter them!"
"Do you think a mere handful of ashes can trick the master?"
"You are very good at pretending to be affectionate, but I have no patience." Nanchuan Shijue sneered. He thought he could hook out a bloodthirsty wolf, but he turned out to be a coward.
A handful of ashes is enough to uncover the old man's hypocritical mask.
"Master, I advise you to...what do you want to do?!"
Nanchuan Shijue walked towards the edge of the cliff, and the urn fell into the darkness.
"stop!!!"
"If he doesn't care, then just let it go."
The flour and white ash in the box flew out.
Moss held up his cell phone camera, pointed it at the darkness below the cliff, and recorded the moment the urn fell and the gray-white powder blown away by the strong wind.
Nanchuan Shijue's laughter was cruel: "Tell the old man that this is something he doesn't deserve in his life!"
The heart-wrenching roar of Master Nanchuan came from the phone, like a beast with its heart gouged out.
The sorrow in that voice was so real, so real that even Nanchuan Shijue was stunned for half a second——
Maybe the old guy is somewhat sincere?
But this sincerity died the moment he forced his mother to death.
"Evil creature, you're looking for death!!!!" Master Nanchuan roared angrily, "I want you to be buried with me!!!"
The Nanchuan Spyker sat back in the driver's seat, and the wheels rolled over the accumulated water and rushed down the winding mountain road.
He ripped open his soaked shirt, revealing his well-defined chest, his Adam's apple rolling—
Master Nanchuan’s revenge will never be late.
Sure enough, Moss soon received a call: "Master! It's bad! Miss Ning... is tied up in the cemetery of the ancestral home. The master wants to burn her on the cross!"
…
When Nanchuan Shijue arrived, the rain had stopped.
Deep in the cemetery, a slender figure was tied to the towering cross.
Ning Fengsheng was wearing a thin white dress, her wrists and ankles were tied to a cross with thick chains, her hair was wet from the rain and stuck to her pale little face.
There was a circle of gasoline-soaked firewood piled around, and the air was filled with a pungent smell.
Several bodyguards in black held torches and stared at him with sinister eyes.
"Ning Fengsheng!"
Nanchuan Shijue's heart suddenly tightened, and just as he was about to rush over, he was held down by bodyguards who rushed out from all directions.
Cold iron chains wrapped around his wrists and ankles.
"Where are the ashes? Did you bring Yunyun's ashes?" Master Nanchuan walked over step by step with the help of a cane, his left leg bent unnaturally, obviously his last injury had not healed yet.
His face, which was burned by fire, looked particularly hideous. The scar on his left eye extended from his brow to his jaw. His sinister eyes stared at Nanchuan Shijue as if he was looking at a corpse.
"Yes."
"Impossible!" Master Nanchuan waved his hand fiercely and hit him with a stick, "Those are your mother's ashes—"
Several bodyguards forced Nanchuan Shijue to kneel in front of the tomb.
His bones seemed to be hard, his back was straight, and he stood stubbornly and refused to kneel down.
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