Rebirth of the strongest Immortal Venerable - Chapter 542

Chapter 542

“so what?”

Hearing this, Lin Wushang smiled coldly and said, “Lin Xuan, you should be clear about your identity and dare to be so presumptuous in front of your elders. Are you not afraid of family law?”

“I know exactly what I am!” Lin Feng raised the corner of his mouth and sneered.

The trip to the northwest, top-secret missions, was filled with mystery everywhere, but with Lin Feng’s current state of mind, he didn’t want to be too troublesome, and he would never use his brain to solve problems that can usually be solved with his fists.

Although the Mohailin family is one of the five major forces in the northwest, in Lin Feng’s eyes, it is no more than a secular family that can be destroyed by raising your hand.

Moreover, his current strength, although he can’t sweep the world, he is not afraid of anyone.

In this case, the methods are naturally simple and rude, no matter who you are, just direct suppression.

“Then you don’t immediately kneel down and confess your guilt.” Lin Wushang shouted coldly, extremely majestic.

“You—not qualified!”

Lin Feng glanced at him, spoke lightly, and then glanced away, saying: “This time I come back with only one purpose, to take over Mohailin’s house!”

Come back to take over Mohailin’s house?

Upon hearing this, Lin Wushang, Lin Dong, and the Lin family members all laughed.

“Haha, kid, are you talking in a dream?” Lin Dong sneered.

“Oh, it’s true as the rumors say, but a dude is unbearable.” Lin Wushang shook his head and looked at the extremely uncle elders, who also frowned, then shook his head, looked at each other, sighed, and seemed to decide. What happened.

“Brother Xuan, what are you talking nonsense?”

Lin Mozhu was anxious, and hurriedly explained for him: “Second uncle, a few uncles, this is not what Xuandi meant, he was—”

As he said, he winked at Lin Feng desperately.

“Mo Zhu, don’t excuse him anymore.”

A gray-haired old man scanned the audience, finally stared at Lin Feng, and said majesticly: “This son is arrogant, ignores family rules, and is rude to elders. It is really hateful. He immediately shut himself into the ancestral hall and reflected on it for three days.”

“Second Uncle——” Lin Mozhu’s expression changed.

“No need to say it again.” The second uncle waved his hand and said, “Come here, put him in the ancestral hall.”

At the moment, a group of black-clothed guards rushed in.

Big Mouth, Mouse, and Yu Xiaohu’s faces condensed, and they are about to do it.

Qingluan’s face was frosty, her eyes sharp.

The king of the soul, Phantom, looked calm, but a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with a mysterious luster, which had secretly activated his spiritual power.

“presumptuous.”

However, at this moment, Qing Luan spoke and shouted angrily: “Several people, please listen to me!”

“Who are you?” Lin Wushang raised his brow and looked at Qingluan.

“I am Lin Shao’s bodyguard.” Qing Luan said.

“Huh, a little bodyguard, dare to speak more here? Really presumptuous.” Lin Wushang shouted coldly.

Qingluan glanced at Lin Wushang blankly, and sneered: “As far as I know, the former Patriarch Lin Wudi left a will during his lifetime, the content is to let our young master inherit his position as Patriarch. You guys. Dare not to obey the last order?”

As soon as these words came out, some of the Lin family’s expressions changed slightly.

Rumor has it that there is indeed such a will, but only Lin Wudi’s confidant butler has really seen it, but shortly after Lin Wudi’s death, the steward and that will disappeared out of thin air, and no trace was found.

Since there is no will, Lin Wushang and the people in the second and third rooms are unscrupulous.

Lin Wushang sneered, “Haha. It is said that there is such a will, but after all, it is a rumor. How can you take it seriously if you haven’t seen the will?”

“What if I can take out the will?” Qing Luan stared at Lin Wushang with a sneer.

“——”

Upon hearing this, Lin Wushang, Lin Dong and others’ complexions changed slightly.

Even Lin Wuyan, who had been keeping his eyes closed and rested, opened his eyes, and several old men of uncle generation frowned, showing a different color.

For a while, all eyes in the hall fell on Qingluan, only Lin Feng, with a calm expression, waved his hand, moved a stool with his big mouth, sat down, lit a cigarette, and quietly swallowed the clouds. .

“Miss Qingluan, is your father’s suicide note in your hands?”

Lin Mozhu’s eyes were red, looking at Qingluan Road.

Qing Luan nodded slightly, then scanned the audience, sneered: “Yes. As you think, the suicide note is in my hand.”

With that said, Qingluan took out an envelope with a wax seal.

“Miss Mo Zhu, as well as everyone present here, should be very familiar with the handwriting of the previous Patriarch. The letters are true and false, and you can tell at a glance.”

Qingluan handed the envelope to Lin Mozhu.

Lin Mo, Zhuqin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy, proficient in everything, is a rare talented woman, trembling her hands to receive it, seeing the familiar handwriting, instantly blushed, and choked up:

“Yes, it’s the words of your father, the letters he left behind!”

Several old people of the uncle generation also watched it, and after careful identification, they confirmed that they were left by Lin Wudi.

“Huh, just take out a letter and say that it was left by the Patriarch, Lin Xuan, are you really a means to be the Patriarch?” Lin Wushang’s face changed drastically. He had planned everything long ago, but he didn’t. The thought of hitting out a letter halfway, completely disrupted his plan.

However, he was deep-minded and very calm, and in one sentence, he gave Lin Feng a hat for his position as Patriarch.

“Second uncle, father’s handwriting is very clear and familiar to me. This is indeed what my father wrote.”

Lin Mozhu and Liu frowned, and said, “Due to his early hand injury, his handwriting is very characteristic, and it is difficult for ordinary people to imitate it.”

“What if this fake suicide note came from your hand?” Lin Wushang sneered, and pointed at Lin Mozhu.

“Second Uncle, you–” Lin Mozhu asked with a pale face, and asked in a cold voice, “Second Uncle, why should I forge this suicide note?”

“Hehe. Obviously, you copied your father’s handwriting and wrote this suicide note for Lin Xuan, or for Dafang. Alas, I didn’t expect that your intentions were so gloomy and terrifying! ”

Lin Wushang sighed, and then gave a fist to the very old man of the uncle generation, and said, “Please also ask a few uncles to observe carefully, you must not fall into the evil of these two juniors.”

For a while, several old people of the uncle generation showed hesitation, wondering who to trust?

“Lin Xuan, do you have other evidence to prove that this suicide note is true?” an old man asked.

“There is really no evidence.” Lin Feng frowned, a little embarrassed.

Aside, Lin Wushang’s eyes flashed cold, and said: “Since there is no evidence, it is a piece of waste paper, I can’t believe it!” He sneered in his heart, huh, kid, fight with me, you are still a little tender!

Lin Feng glanced at Lin Wushang, the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a faint smile, and said in a calm tone: “However, there is someone, you might want to see you last time–”

With that, Lin Feng patted his palm three times.

Bang bang bang!

The voice fell, and a man with a white scarf and mask came out.

Everyone in the Lin family looked over, wondering, but for some reason, Lin Wushang and the others felt a little uneasy.

The white-scarf masked man in front of me-who is he?

Why does it make me feel uneasy?