"Shiyuan, it's so late. What do you want to do when you call all your family here." just after Lin Shiyuan arrived outside the auditorium, several elders of the Lin family gathered around impatiently.

"The dead father is lying inside. What are you doing?" Lin Shiyuan said coldly. Then he walked straight through the crowd to the front. "Why don't you open the door?"

Di Zhan silently walked to the door. Under the gaze of hundreds of Lin family people around him, he raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Sir, here you are, open the door."

After shouting, di Zhan stepped back and waited quietly for a while, but there was no response.

Lin Shiyuan frowned slightly. Knowing that he was impatient, di Zhan raised his hand again and planned to call the door for the second time. At this time, there was a sound inside the door, and then the two red painted doors were slowly opened.

Lin Yuan, dressed in filial piety, had pale cheeks and stood silently by the door with his hands down: "uncle."

Lin Shiyuan glanced at him, ignored him, walked straight in, stopped until he came to the nanmu coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

Everyone in the Lin family knows that tonight must be extraordinary. Seeing that Lin Shiyuan has knelt first, the ordinary and young people behind him dare not stand any longer. For a moment, a large area of people knelt down in the mourning hall, and the hypocritical sobs began to ring.

After kowtowing, Lin Shiyuan stood up with the help of Di Zhan and waved to Lin Yuan: "yuan'er, come to me."

Lin Yuan, who was hiding far behind, suddenly trembled when he heard Lin Shiyuan call himself. His eyes were full of fear, but he didn't dare not obey. He had to answer with a low voice, and then he hardened his head through the crowd and came to Lin Shiyuan's side and leaned slightly: "uncle."

"I ask you," Lin Shiyuan said slightly, then continued, "where did your grandfather die? Where did he die?"

Lin Yuan quickly whispered, "Grandpa's heart has been bad. He died in his sleep that night. When the old housekeeper found out, it was too late. However, the doctor said that Grandpa walked peacefully and didn't suffer..."

Lin Shiyuan blinked and stared at Lin Yuan's face: "weren't you around when your grandpa left?"

"No." Lin Yuan quickly shook his head, "I know grandpa doesn't want to see me. Although he came back a few days in advance, he lives with his sister. Housekeeper he informed his family when he found out that grandpa had gone, and I rushed there. Uncle, I'm sorry. If I've been with Grandpa all the time, maybe I won't..."

"Lie!" Lin Shiyuan suddenly shouted and slapped Lin Yuan to the ground.

Lin Yuan covered his swollen cheek with one hand and grinned. He moved his body and was about to stand up. Lin Shiyuan then kicked over again. Lin Yuan screamed and fell to the ground again.

Other Lin family members saw the scene and were afraid. They retreated toward the mourning hall obediently for fear of being affected by Lin Shiyuan's remaining power.

"What are you running for?" Lin Shiyuan stared coldly at the retreating crowd. "Have you all done something wrong!"

As soon as he drank, the people in the mourning hall had to stop and dared not retreat.

"Uncle..." Lin Yuan struggled on the ground. As soon as he opened his mouth, Lin Shiyuan's men came up and grabbed him and made him kneel on the ground. "Uncle, what are you going to do! The elders of the family are here, so you have to start, and make it clear first!"

"Yuan'er." Lin Shiyuan asked coldly, "did you really lie just now?"

Lin Yuan hesitated a little and immediately answered firmly, "uncle, I don't need to lie at all. Now all uncles and uncles in the house can testify for me."

He nodded slightly. Lin Shiyuan turned his head and ordered Di Zhan: "open the coffin!"

As soon as he said this, there were bursts of air-conditioning sounds in the mourning hall.

An elder of the Lin family trembled to Lin Shiyuan and earnestly advised him: "Shiyuan, never, there will be a funeral tomorrow. Now you open your father's coffin. It's disrespectful and you want to go to hell."

Lin Shiyuan turned around and knelt down facing the nanmu coffin. His cheeks were blue and he didn't hear the elder's advice at all.

Di Zhan also knelt beside the coffin and knocked his head for three times. Then he put on gloves and jumped onto the table. He pulled the lid of the coffin with both hands and moved it aside.

Seeing this, the younger generation of the Lin family knelt down again. There was a moment of silence in the mourning hall, and the dropping of needles could be heard.

Di Zhan stretched out his hand and was about to reach into the coffin. Suddenly, he heard Lin Shiyuan drink: "stop!"

He quickly retracted his hand. Di Zhan went to see Lin Shiyuan with a stunned face. He saw that the latter had stood up from the ground and walked towards himself: "I'll come by myself."

"Yes." Di Zhan jumped down, took a chair from the person behind him, put it beside the table, then helped Lin Shiyuan up and handed him a pair of white gloves.

"Dad, I'm sorry for my unfilial son." Lin Shiyuan put on his gloves and put his hand into the coffin for autopsy.

The smell of corpse corruption filled the mourning hall. Some of the younger Lin family members kneeling below had blue cheeks and began to vomit uncontrollably.

Half of Lin Shiyuan's body leaned into the coffin. His movement suddenly stiffened, followed by his body shaking, and a gurgling sound of teeth trembling. Di Zhan took a half step forward, his eyes were filled with deep anxiety, and he gently called out: "Uncle..." Lin Shiyuan straightened up and waved his hand to di Zhan with his back. "Dad, you rest in peace." Lin Shiyuan closed his eyes, took a deep breath and closed the lid of the coffin again. Lin Shiyuan jumped down from the platform and stumbled at his feet when he landed. Di Zhan hurriedly came forward and held him: "Sir, be careful." "HMM." Lin Shiyuan nodded, took off his gloves and threw them aside. Then he walked slowly to Lin Yuan and held up his chin. "Where's your father?" before Lin Yuan answered, a steady and thick voice came behind him: "Big brother!" Lin Shiyuan suddenly turned around and saw that Lin Shiqing in a short coat had appeared at the railing on the second floor and was looking at himself from top to bottom. "Shiqing." Lin Shiyuan's voice was a little cold, "should you explain to me how my father went?" "I'll give you an explanation without big brother saying." Lin Shiqing said, raised his hand and waved. Two more men came out from behind him, escorting he Tangzhi, the old housekeeper with his mouth closed. "Oh..." He Tangzhi glared round his eyes and nodded anxiously at Lin Shiyuan. Regardless of his location on the second floor, he tried to rush forward, but was pulled back by the two men. Lin Shiyuan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Shiqing, what do you mean?" "give an explanation to big brother." As Lin Shiqing said, he took the rope from a bodyguard behind him, tied it to the railing and tied he Tangzhi's neck on the other side. At this time, he Tangzhi struggled desperately, his eyes were ready to crack, and glared at Lin Shiqing fiercely, but it didn't help. "I found it very clear that the old housekeeper laid hands on his father." Lin Shiqing twitched slightly in the corners of his eyes, grabbed he Tangzhi's neck and pressed it down, making his forehead slam against the railing. "Just wait for big brother to come back and give him a disposal." Lin Shiyuan asked, "what's the purpose? The old housekeeper has served his father for decades. Why kill him?" Lin Shiqing didn't answer, because he knew he didn't need to answer at all. Now, everyone knows who Lin Sheng died in and why. The key is whether Lin Shiyuan is willing to let himself go. So Lin Shiqing didn't hesitate. He reached out and grabbed he Tangzhi's belt. With a fierce struggle in his arm, he threw him down the second floor. He Tangzhi He fell down and then sank in the air. The rope tied to his neck was stretched straight in an instant, and there was a squeaking friction between him and the railing as he struggled. After several times of pedaling, he Tangzhi dropped his head, his cheeks gray, and didn't move. I'm afraid he never dreamed that he was a meritorious minister, but Lin Shiqing was the first to do it He was hanged. His fingers gently knocked on the railing, and Lin Shiqing calmly stared at Lin Shiyuan: "brother, yuaner is still young after all, and he is your own nephew. As an elder, he should be given a chance to reform." seeing that Lin Shiyuan didn't speak and was silent for a while, Lin Shiqing spoke again: "After a while, it's Shijing's death day. Our three brothers have been in love since childhood and never blushed..." Lin Shiyuan stared at he Tangzhi's body and raised his head slightly: "if you have something to say, don't sell it off." "OK." Lin Shiqing answered, "When Xiaohai killed his own uncle, big brother, didn't you also let him go? Now yuaner is just ignorant for a while, bewitched by he Tangzhi, and the responsibility is not on him, why can't you open up?" Lin Shiyuan narrowed his eyes: "Shiqing, the last time I went home, you said that the Mahayana sutra had been copied 3600 times, and all the flesh and bones had been melted into it. I was quite relieved at that time. Now it seems that you are just like me these years. You are always floating in the world of mortals and carefree." Lin Shiqing's cheek turned slightly, and his voice was filled with some uncontrollable anger: "Eldest brother, you have a son and a daughter, and I have a son and a daughter. Do you really have the heart to hurt each other?" "Shiqing, I'm your eldest brother. If it's normal, I won't argue with you." Lin Shiyuan took off the belt on his filial piety waist, walked behind Lin Yuan and wrapped it around his neck twice, "But today's thing is the Revenge of killing my father. I can't get through it anyway." This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation