Soon after, Chu Hanxing picked up Qian Sheng from the ground with lightning speed, threw it towards the French Open like a shot put, and quickly disappeared.

Qian Sheng drew a beautiful parabola in the air. His eyes looked confused, as if he didn't understand why he was lying on the ground one second and flying in the company aisle the next second.

Qian Dashang was afraid that the duck in his mouth would fly away, and followed Qian Sheng closely.

Ling Xuan hid in the blind spot, ready to wait for the opportunity.

Qian Sheng lowered his head. He should be one meter away from the ground now. He began to feel melancholy. He didn't know if he could bear to fall again. He was old and no longer useful...

Just as he was sighing with emotion, he saw from the corner of his eye that Ling Xuan jumped up, stretched out a bamboo pole hand to grab his collar, threw him into the tea room, and pulled the red rope at the same time.

His sworn father crashed into it like a cannonball, throwing himself into the trap.

"Done!"

Ling Xuan stepped forward and quickly tied a knot, laughing so hard that his wrinkles popped out.

Chu Hanxing smiled and walked out from the other side: "Not bad."

Qian Sheng also smiled, raised his left hand, and looked at Ling Xuan politely: "Let me take the liberty of asking, this is..."

There was a circle of red rope wrapped around his hand. Ling Xuan took the other end of the red rope and went around it and knotted it.

"Ah, Mr. Qian, I'm sorry." Ling Xuan scratched his head, "The legal net has been established. If you touch any one of them, your father may escape. Your father is a bit vicious, so you should bear with it for a while."

Ling Xuan moved to the side, Qian Sheng turned his head mechanically, and then realized that the distance between him and his father was less than half a meter.

His father bared his teeth and leaned towards him, pretending to bite him, but the bite was empty, making a crisp gnashing sound.

Qian Sheng: "..."

He lifted up his sleeves and brought it to his father's mouth.

Qian Dafa opened his mouth to bite again. Qian Sheng removed his hand instantly, and then heard the sound of teeth gnashing again.

"Hehe~" Qian Sheng grinned with a sweet smile.

Qian Da was stunned for a long time, then his stiff face twitched, and upon closer inspection, it showed an expression of disgust.

"What a scene of a loving father and a filial son." Ling Xuan applauded.

Chu Hanxing coughed twice: "Let's go to your father's grave."

The soul-eating nails are nailed into Qian Dafa's bones and must be taken out first. This is the first step to restore Qian Dafa's sanity.

Qian Sheng pointed to his father and his hand, his eyes showing confusion, "Just go out like this?"

Ling Xuan waved his hand: "Don't worry, no one can see him except us."

Qian Sheng glanced at his father lovingly: "Old Qian, thank you for coming with us."

The three of them came downstairs. Wang Zide was gone. A hole was blown out of the ground where he had been.

Xiaotao's tablet stood upright at the front desk, and she didn't dare to come out.

Chu Hanxing stretched out his hand and took the tablet in his hand, and Qian Sheng took them to the parking lot.

Qian Sheng's car was parked on the ground. Although he tried his best to act natural, he still attracted the attention of passers-by.

Because in their eyes, the red rope on Qian Sheng's hand did not hang down, but stood upright like a balloon tied to it.

A little boy looked up and asked him: "Uncle, where is your balloon?"

Qian Sheng slowly smiled, perhaps reluctantly, with a slightly distorted expression: "Uncle's balloon is called the Emperor's New Balloon. You haven't seen it before, haha."

The little boy stared blankly for a while, then opened his mouth and cried loudly.

"What's wrong?" A woman rushed over.

"Mom, uncle is so scary..."

The woman glanced at Qian Sheng, smiled apologetically, then picked up the little boy and left with her back to them. She could still hear the voices of the mother and son.

"What did your mother tell you? Don't look at others through colored glasses."

Qian Sheng's smile became more sincere, "She is right."

"Although uncle is a fool, he didn't do anything bad..."

Qian Sheng's face changed instantly, and he could compete with the face change that came from a Sichuan college.

He turned around and pointed at himself, incredulously: "Do you think I look like a fool?"

Ling Xuan: "Oh, it's hard to say. After all, normal people generally don't ask others if they look like a fool."

Qian Sheng:…You are so vindictive.

…

When several people arrived at Qian Dafa's gravesite, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Qian Sheng's son, Qian Zihao, was waiting at the cemetery with his bodyguards.

"Dad! I brought someone over as soon as I got your call. Are you okay?" Qian Zihao was full of worry.

Qian Sheng shook his legs like a gangster: "Okay, let your dad light a cigarette."

Qian Zihao's eyes were horrified, he put his hand to Qian Sheng's forehead, and said to himself: "I don't have a fever, why are I so stupid!"

"You must be scared." Ling Xuan sighed.

"Then I'm going to be the chairman?" Qian Zihao became excited and patted Qian Sheng on the shoulder, proudly saying, "Dad, don't worry, I will be filial to you! You can give me 20,000 yuan a month now.

Pocket money, I’m not as stingy as you, I’ll give you 40,000!”

Qian Sheng slapped Qian Zihao on the head: "I'm not dead yet!"

Qian Zihao smiled and leaned forward to light a cigarette for him.

Ling Xuan understood that the Qian family's father's kindness and son's filial piety were inherited from their ancestors.

Chu Hanxing walked around the cemetery. It looked like someone had obviously arranged it and the burial was pretty good.

She knelt down and touched the land around the tombstone. It was moist and the surrounding shrubs were growing well, but...

"The roots of the tree have penetrated into the tomb, which has destroyed the internal situation. The earth's energy has been dispersed, and this treasure cave has been damaged."

Chu Hanxing looked indifferent, Qian Sheng stopped talking immediately and walked to the tombstone in a few steps: "What should we do?"

"Open the coffin and move the grave."

Chu Hanxing's eyes paused for a moment, and he wanted to choose a new treasure place to move the grave.

Therefore, Qian Sheng still has to spend money.

Qian Sheng clenched his fists: "Okay!"

The father and son knelt in front of the tombstone and kowtowed three times. Qian Sheng put the cigarette on the ground and swallowed: "Dad, my son is unfilial and I will make you suffer in the underground."

Qian Xiaohao also wiped away his tears: "Grandpa, my grandson must study hard in the future."

Ling Xuan's eyes accidentally fell on Qian Sheng's left hand, and he was instantly frightened: "That..."

Qian Sheng shouted: "You don't have to persuade me, I must kneel down!"

"Your dad! Your dad!"

Qian Sheng disagreed: "Taoist Master Ling, you are so good, why are you scolding others!"

"The rope is about to be burned!"

Qian Sheng lowered his head slowly. Just when he was kowtowing, the red rope touched the unextinguished cigarette butt.

He carefully lay down on the ground and pressed the cigarette butt hard into the soil. The scarlet cigarette butt was buried in the soil, and the red rope was still broken, but the lotus root was broken and connected.

"Hey, almost, hehe."

Qian Sheng grinned and looked at the red rope as if he were his own son, with a loving expression on his face.

"Hey Dad, there are mosquitoes on your hands, why don't you swat them? Forget it, I'll help you."

Qian Zihao carelessly slapped Qian Sheng's left hand, and bang, the mosquito flew away and the red rope broke.

The creepy Yin energy dissipated instantly, making people feel cold from head to toe.

Qian Shengsheng was lying on the ground helplessly, it was boring, just destroy it.


Chapter completed!