Chapter 506 The Song Family Disappears
Although Huo Yuheng's voice was low, Huo Qinghuang and Ao Jiu were both very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, so they naturally heard it.
Huo Qinghuang raised his eyes and looked at Ao Jiu.
The other party remained calm and composed, as if he didn't take the matter seriously at all.
She raised her eyebrows and did not intend to hide it for the other party: "Long."
"What dragon?"
Mrs. Huo asked subconsciously.
"A real dragon."
Huo Qinghuang pointed to the sky, "The kind that can call the wind and rain, and ride on the clouds and mist."
Mrs. Huo's eyes rolled back and she fainted.
…
That night, in the Huo family study.
The atmosphere was so heavy that water seemed to drip out of it.
"A real dragon?"
Huo Yuheng drank three cups of ginseng tea before he recovered. His voice trembled slightly, "You, you mean, Mr. Ao is really the kind of divine beast that can ride on clouds and mist and call the wind and rain?"
"The Ninth Prince of the Dragon Emperor."
Huo Qinghuang added, "I am staying in the human world temporarily for some reason."
She did not mention the True Dragon World.
This was too unbelievable and difficult to understand for the old couple of the Huo family.
Mrs. Huo's eyes suddenly lit up: "Isn't that a god? No wonder he has such an outstanding temperament!"
Huo Lingchuan: "...Mom, is your focus a little off?"
"What do you know!"
Mrs. Huo patted her husband's arm excitedly, "Old Huo! Our family is going to have a son-in-law who is the Dragon King!"
“Cough cough cough!”
Huo Qinghuang choked on her tea, "Mom! What nonsense are you talking about!"
"Mom, it's not the Dragon King, it's the Prince!"
Huo Jiayue responded subconsciously.
After she finished speaking, her face turned pale and she glanced around cautiously. Seeing that they were all her family, she breathed a sigh of relief with a guilty conscience.
Huo Yuheng quickly accepted the reality.
He looked at his daughter worriedly: "Qinghuang, Dad is not old-fashioned. It's just..."
He lowered his voice and asked, "You are different species, will there be reproductive isolation?"
"dad!!!"
In the backyard, Ao Jiu, who was feeding the fish, suddenly had a tremble in his hand and the entire can of fish feed spilled into the pond.
The dragon fish jumped out of the water happily, and its scales sparkled in the moonlight.
"Don't talk nonsense. That guy has a terrible temper. Your daughter is so capable. She can find anyone she wants. Why does she have to find him?"
Huo Qinghuang's face was dark, and she was evasive. "Besides, I just want to practice now. Don't mention these messy things in front of me in the future."
"Well……"
Mrs. Huo curled her lips regretfully: "Well, since you are not interested in him, Mom will not mention it in the future."
My daughter is too opinionated, so as a mother you should just stop interfering.
However, it's a pity that I finally found a young man I like, but he just ran away like that.
Mrs. Huo stroked her arm and narrowed her eyes slightly.
In the backyard, Ao Jiu rolled his eyes silently and muttered in a low voice: "Why are you so fierce? This prince has not yet despised you for being a phoenix..."
In the pond, the dragon fish spit out a string of bubbles, as if it was laughing.
…
Since that day when Mrs. Huo knew Ao Jiu's identity, she became more enthusiastic towards him.
She didn't say anything else, but repeatedly invited Ao Jiu to stay for a long time.
His attitude was extremely sincere, and there was no sign of any ulterior motive.
Huo Lingchuan was also cheering on the side, pestering him to ask questions.
Considering that Huo Lingchuan possessed the essence of a true dragon, Ao Jiu reluctantly agreed.
He is the only real dragon in this world. It's a bit lonely.
He also wanted to see how far Huo Lingchuan could cultivate and whether he could transform into a real dragon.
In this way, Ao Jiu settled down in the Huo family.
On the other side, the old house of the Song family.
Dark clouds gathered overhead and strong winds blew up.
The originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy, as if a storm was about to come.
Old Master Song lay dying on the bed, his whole body almost dead, and his cloudy eyes were already covered with a layer of cloud.
But he refused to die as long as he held his last breath.
"Where's Granny Qinghua? Why haven't I seen her in the past few days?"
Mr. Song almost whispered, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, and it was unclear who he was talking to.
"Master, Grandma Qinghua said she wanted to stay in seclusion last time. She has been in her room and hasn't come out. Do you want me to invite her over?"
Butler Song came over and spoke in a low voice.
"Help me up first."
Soon, Mr. Song was sitting in a wheelchair, his skinny fingers tightly gripping the armrests, his cloudy eyes staring at the sky.
This business tycoon who once dominated the imperial capital is now only half alive, but there is still a mad gleam in his eyes.
"Haha, I will never swallow this anger until I see the Huo family become extinct. Never!"
Veins bulged on Mr. Song’s neck and he roared with great effort.
Butler Song stood beside him with a numb expression, as if he was used to it.
"Go and ask Granny Qinghua to come."
After an unknown amount of time, a hoarse voice sounded.
Butler Song walked out the door without hesitation.
His expression was calm, and he had no intention of giving any advice.
The Song family has completely fallen into decline. Let’s not worry about the side branches for now. The main line of the family is either dead or disabled, and no one has a good ending.
Butler Song was originally from the side branch of the Song family, but he had been in the Song family for more than 40 years and had long regarded himself as a member of the direct line. How could he not hate the Song family when he saw it fall into such a situation?
"Die, all of you! Hahahaha..."
Mr. Song's hysterical laughter came from behind.
But soon, he was interrupted by Butler Song.
"Master, Granny Qinghua is missing!"
"What!"
Mr. Song was shocked, "Did she leave any message?"
"No."
The calmness on Butler Song's face disappeared.
He looked panicked: "When I went to check, the door was locked from the inside. The security guard broke the door open. There was no one inside. Her cell phone was still there, but it was out of battery."
"how so?"
Mr. Song's body shook violently.
His skinny fingers clenched the armrest tightly, and his cloudy eyes were wide open as if they were about to bulge out of their sockets.
"Impossible! Granny Qinghua promised me..."
His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out of his throat, "I gave her so much money, and she said she would help me get revenge..."
Butler Song lowered his head, his face full of hatred.
"Impossible! How could she disappear out of thin air?"
Mr. Song was still muttering to himself, with a hint of fear and anger in his eyes.
He suddenly grabbed Butler Song's arm and said, "She must know something! Hurry, check it out for me! We must find her back!"
Butler Song was about to nod, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he said hesitantly:
"Master, there seems to be a smell of blood in Granny Qinghua's room, but I didn't pay much attention to it, maybe I was mistaken."
Having said that, Butler Song did not doubt that he was wrong.
As a branch of the Song family, the Song family was more prosperous when he was young. Before he followed Old Man Song, he also practiced ancient martial arts for several years.
However, his talent was not very good, and he did not continue to practice. Instead, he came to the master's house and served as an attendant to Mr. Song.
So, even though Butler Song seems inconspicuous, he actually has some skills.
How could he even mishear the smell of blood?
Old Master Song also thought of this. After a long silence, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Dead, all dead..."
He muttered to himself, stiffened his neck, and shouted out the last words of his life: "They are all dead! God wants to destroy my Song family!"
Bang!
He leaned heavily against the chair, his eyes gradually dimming until there was no longer a glimmer of light in them.
"master!"
Butler Song's exclamation echoed in the empty old house, but no one answered.
Outside the window, the dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, and thunder rumbled faintly, as if bidding farewell to this business tycoon who once dominated the imperial capital.
Steward Song reached out his trembling hand to feel Mr. Song's breath, then knelt down dejectedly.
…
Mr. Song is dead.
The huge Song family disappeared from then on.
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