"ah-"
"What's going on—"
"What is it?"
…
Accompanied by a chaotic cry from the crowd, all that was seen was petals covering the ground, ominous black petals.
Lu Jingli caught one of the petals with his fingertips, his expression extremely cold, and he almost immediately recalled the black mandala at the door on the day of his father's birthday party...
The flower language of black mandala: revenge!
What was supposed to come... finally came!
He subconsciously looked in the direction of his brother, only to see that the man had an expression that was almost calm from beginning to end, as if he had been waiting for this scene for a long time.
As the petals of black mist were bombarded in, between the petals falling, at the door, a young man with silver hair, holding a long unidentified object in his hand, was walking towards the hall step by step...
"Security! Where's the security? What's going on?"
"The security system suddenly malfunctioned!"
"How did this person get in..."
"I...we don't know either!"
"Solve it for me now!"
…
The banquet hall was in chaos. On the stage, Lu Chongshan looked at the young man walking towards him step by step. For some reason, a huge fear arose in his heart.
"Who are you?" Lu Chongshan asked from the microphone.
The aura of the white-haired man was extremely eerie and strange. He stepped on the black petals step by step, as if he was stepping on the Yellow Springs, coming from hell. He was alone, but it was as if he was accompanied by thousands of ghosts. It was extremely terrifying. For a moment, no one dared to approach him...
"Stop right there!" Lu Chongshan shouted again, but that seemingly cold rebuke concealed a hint of panic and timidity that he himself was not aware of.
"Heh..."
In the hall, you could hear a pin drop, and the young man's low laugh made everyone shudder.
Then, the man's careless voice rang faintly in everyone's ears: "You gave birth to me, but you ask me who I am? What's the logic? My dear... father..."
"You..." Lu Chongshan's face turned as pale as a ghost in an instant, and he stepped back subconsciously, "What nonsense are you talking about!!!"
The white-haired man walked closer step by step, the corners of his lips slightly raised, revealing a cold smile, "Really? Nonsense? Back then... my name was given by you, father! Ting Shen, Lu... Ting Shen."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Chongshan's figure suddenly shook violently, and his fingers trembled violently, "Who... Who do you say you are?!"
The white-haired man used his slender, white and transparent fingers to slightly lift up the bangs that covered his brow bone, revealing the shallow scar on his brow bone. He chuckled in a weird and neurotic way and replied, "One of your outstanding descendants."
“Shut up! You shut up right there! I don’t know you… I don’t know who Lu Tingshen is… I only have two sons! How dare you come to the Lu family to defraud us!” Lu Chongshan yelled and asked someone to catch him, but his expression had already revealed his guilt and panic.
Finally, the white-haired man walked to a place ten steps away from Lu Chongshan, and then slowly lifted the white cloth covering the object in his hand, revealing a spirit tablet covered by the white cloth.
The tablet is engraved with: "The seat of my wife Yunlan".
The people who were familiar with Lu Chongshan were all shocked, because the words on the tablet were Lu Chongshan's!
My wife?!