Chapter 398 Unforgettable

The darkest time of the day is the period before dawn.

Qin Wuzheng stood alone in front of the torn cemetery and paused in silence.

The whole person seemed to melt into the deep black shadow like ink.

His heart was filled with countless negative emotions.

exhausted.

Wronged.

anger.

Powerless.

Qin Dongbei was not very kind to him during his lifetime, it could even be said to be bad.

But at least it ensured that he would have enough food and clothing to grow up. This nurturing grace alone would be enough for him to provide for Qin Dongbei until his death.

Therefore, after the fall of Tiansheng Group, Qin Northeast's power collapsed and dispersed.

No one remembers the man who once stood at the top of the world.

He, Qin Wuzheng, was the only one who scraped together money to take care of Qin Dongbei's funeral and bury him in peace.

I endured a lot of hardships and suffered a lot in this process.

I saw all kinds of things in the world that I had never seen before.

He endured everything silently and worked hard to get through it.

No one can tell how much courage it takes for the eldest son of the Qin family, who is originally regarded as noble and arrogant in the eyes of outsiders, to drop everything and ask for help.

Especially when he suddenly lost his father at this age, his mother Wu Keru was a weak woman who only knew how to cry and cry.

For Qin Wu Zheng.

It’s no different than the sky falling.

But he finally gritted his teeth and persisted and got the job done.

The whole process was done by himself, and many things that should be handled by elders with higher "ranks" were handled by him alone.

From beginning to end, from not understanding to understanding, from confusion to proficiency.

Today, he can be said to be the best among his peers at handling his father's funeral.

If someone's father accidentally dies.

Asking him for help is definitely a matter of course.

But now.

All the hard work was ruined.

He was not even allowed to take a deep breath, and all his hard work was in vain.

All that was left was an empty cemetery as if to mock his incompetence.

Qin Wuzheng looked at the messy ground.

He closed his eyes in pain.

He did not hate Wang Wen who killed his father. In his opinion, everything was Qin Dongbei's own choice. Since he wanted to kill others, he had to be prepared to be killed in return.

There is nothing to say in the face of life and death that everyone is equal.

He was just sad that he was too weak to even guard his father's grave.

He also had to find help from his father-killing enemy.

Still rejected.

Full of grief, anger and pain gathered in his heart, causing his airway to swell and make him want to cry without tears. He just wanted to shout with all his strength.

Shout until your throat is hoarse.

Yelling to the point of breaking my heart.

It would be better if even the vocal cords were blown up and the rest of his life would be spent as a mute unable to express his sufferings.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and shouted toward the deep, dark mountains: "Ah!!!"

Halfway through his shouting, he was interrupted by a voice behind him.

"What should I do if my neighbors are resting with me crying and howling so early in the morning?"

Qin Wuzheng turned around suddenly and looked at the person with wide eyes.

He saw a scene that he would never forget.

In his sight.

A figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

Just at this time, a glimmer of morning light appeared on the distant horizon.

Silky smooth light slanted over.

The figure just stood under the light and spoke to him calmly.

Qin Wu and Zheng will never forget this scene for the rest of their lives.

He will never forget this man who walked out of the morning light when he was most helpless.

Even if the other person is the murderer of his father.

"Anyway, there is nothing much to do when we leave the tower early, so come and take a look." Wang Min looked into the distance with her rays on, and sincerely praised: "You have good eyesight and the scenery is good."

When the most helpless time comes, he seems to be the most reliable person in the world today.

Qin Wu Zheng's nasal cavity was sore.

The pain breaks through the embankment and spreads thousands of miles.

He looked at Wang Wen who was looking around, and his mood was so complicated that he couldn't describe it in words.

Hearing the other party's praise, Qin Wuzheng said in a low voice: "It's not my vision. These days, if you spend enough money, of course there will be professionals to help choose the scenery. This should be the best cemetery of the same scale."

Wang Wen, who was dispersing energy into the ground and observing the methods used by the Western Continent with five microscopic skills to break through the fog, heard this, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "Really? Then I will also move my parents' tombs here, and they will To this day, they are still crowded pitifully in the memorial tablet cemetery that I bought with hundreds of points, and the grid is so small that I can barely fit the relics."

Qin Wuzheng reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth to show an expression that he didn't know was a smile.

I watched Wang Min check over and over again for a long time and finally fell into deep thought.

He hurriedly asked: "Do you have any idea?"

Wang Wei broke away from his thoughts, thought for a while, shook his head and said: "There is no breath of extraordinary skills or World Tower props. The other party seems to have destroyed it purely by human power."

Qin Wu Zheng nodded: "It should be that people in the Western Continent are most repulsive to the World Tower. It is definitely impossible to use the abilities obtained from the World Tower."

Wang Min pursed her lips and did not answer.

He actually didn't say anything.

It didn't smell of extraordinary skills or props, but it had another flavor that he was very familiar with.

The taste of divine power!

Wang Wen was a little surprised.

how come?

Could it be that people in the Western Continent also possess divine power and can already use it normally?

He had never been in contact with the Western Continent in his previous life, because Qin Dongbei lived well in his previous life, so naturally there were no grave-digging incidents.

Divine power is the best source of energy he has discovered so far.

If the Western Continent had divine power.

Then it's really necessary to get to know those guys in depth.

Think of this.

Wang Min took out her mobile phone and sent several messages to Chen Hansheng and others.

Qin Wu Zheng watched anxiously and couldn't help but ask: "Then what should we do next?"

"The Boai Group has sent out manpower to help search, just wait patiently for news." Wang Min said lightly, stretched and walked down the mountain, muttering to himself: "It's still early, I should still be able to make up for it. Sleep."

. . .

It's bright.

He Qu, who had just had brunch in the college cafeteria, was in a good mood.

In the early morning, I was relieved to exchange treasures with Mo Ran.

I also received verbal praise from Wang Wei, saying "it helped a lot".

He embarrassment has a sense of accomplishment in being recognized.

He looked back and forth at the [Advanced Level] [Eliminate All Diseases], and felt that this prop was his blessing. He couldn't help but wash it with water, wipe it with a cloth, and kiss it again and again.

Liudada met Song Ping'an's family of three walking towards the parking lot near the portal.

"Old Song." He Qu said hello: "Where are you going? I remember your home seems to be in the fourth district, right? Why are you free to come to the fifth district today?"

Song Ping'an quickly stopped, raised the congratulatory gift in his hand and said with a smile, "My brother-in-law lives here. His billiard room opened today. I came over to help him celebrate."

"Opening?" He Qu excitedly walked over and walked side by side: "That's great! It happens to be Sunday and I don't have anything to do so let's go for a lively walk together!"

Song Pingan quickly took his daughter's hand and said, "Say hello to Uncle He."

Song Lele shouted to He Qu in a sweet voice: "Hello, Uncle He."

He embarrassed and pulled out a [Great Return of Gold Elixir] from his body that was "rewarded" for helping Zhu Xingguo copy props. He handed it to Song Lele and said, "This is Xiao Lele. If you are not prepared, just treat it like this." As a greeting gift, don’t call me uncle, call me brother, hehe!”

"How can you be so embarrassed!" Song Ping'an felt that both the props and the title were too advantageous, so he couldn't help but stop him.

Cai Yiyao, who had been following her husband silently next to her, naturally recognized He Qian, who was now very popular among tower climbers.

He also thanked you and said: "Boss He, you are too polite. Old Song always takes care of you a lot, so why bother to accept such a valuable thing..."

"It's okay, it's okay. The boss said that the treasures or the rare things below the 700th floor are all jelly beans!" He Embarrassingly stuffed the elixir and the box into Song Lele's hands, smiling heartlessly: "It's just right for children to eat. Body."

Several people stood near the portal talking.

The portal lights up again.