1101: C1101 It's the Wrong Era

C1101 It's the Wrong Era

"Unfortunately, I can't see the bright future..."

Uncle Chan's voice became softer and softer, and his eyes slowly closed.

Streams of dark red blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth.

With a long sigh filled with emotion, Uncle Chan's head drooped weakly in front of his chest. He no longer had any breath.

"Grandfather!"

The two little doormen Ye Hong had seen before, namely Uncle Chan's grandson, suddenly squeezed in from outside the crowd and threw himself onto Uncle Chan, wailing.

Everyone present also silently lowered their heads.

Yao Qianshu's eyes were tightly shut. His entire body was slumped on the ground, his expression incomparably pained.

Yao Ling had long since shed tears. With a dejected expression, she hugged her knees and hid in a corner.

Ye Hong looked at the scene in front of him and sighed in his heart.

Did Yao Kuang do something wrong?

He just wanted the Yao Family to continue.

Did Uncle Chan do something wrong?

He was just trying to stop his descendants from being imprisoned.

Both of them were right. They were wrong in this era.

Just as the people of Yao Family were in a state of grief, the members of Team Night Blade who had just left ran back to the courtyard nervously and whispered a few words into Ye Hong's ear.

Ye Hong's eyes immediately turned cold.

The door of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open violently. A group of people barged into the courtyard.

There were about twenty to thirty people in this group. They were all dressed in camouflage clothes. Their eyes were cold and their expressions were proud.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they faintly controlled the entrance and exit. Clearly, they did not intend to let anyone in and out.

This sudden change immediately diverted the attention of the Yao Family from Uncle Chan's matter.

"Who are you?!"

Yao Qianshu stood up and frowned at the group of people.

However, none of the twenty to thirty people responded to him.

"If you don't explain your origins clearly, the Yao Family will drive you out!"

Just as Yao Qianshu was about to call for the guards with a deep frown, a refined middle-aged man walked into the courtyard.

The man revealed a very demanding smile and said to Yao Qianshu, "Big nephew, do you even want to expel your fourth uncle?"

"Why did you come back?!"

Yao Qianshu's expression immediately turned ugly.

Of course, the person who came was Yao Zhongtian, whom he had no idea where he had come from.

Although it had been proven that the poison was done by Uncle Chan, Yao Qianshu still felt disgusted by Yao Zhongtian.1

Over the years, if it wasn't for the pressure Yao Zhongtian gave Yao Kuang, Yao Kuang wouldn't have been so exhausted and plagued by a serious illness.

Needless to say, Yao Zhongtian had brought such a large group of people all of a sudden. Clearly, he didn't have any good intentions.

"Haha, of course I came back to inherit the position of the family head.

I heard that my tragic big brother has ascended to the heavens ahead of time."

When the news of big brother's death was mentioned, not only was there no sadness on Yao Zhongtian's face, there was even a faint smile on his face. It instantly made the Yao family's hair stand on end.

"Even if father leaves, the position of patriarch will not be yours!"

Yao Qianshu seemed to have made up his mind. Determination flashed across his eyes as he turned to the people of Yao Family and said, "Everyone, I have decided to succeed father's position and become the new family head of Yao Family.

Don't worry, I will not let Uncle Chan's tragedy repeat itself!

So, please believe me and support me."

The eyes of the people from the Yao Family flickered with excitement.

A new patriarch who had seen the outside world would surely bring a new atmosphere to the Yao Family.

However, just as they were about to support Yao Qian, Yao Zhongtian burst into laughter. "Big nephew, you are so innocent.

The position of family head is not something you can decide.

It is it who can decide the position of family head! "

As he spoke, he took out a simple scroll from his bosom.

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