Pursuit
Over the Wu Family Manor, dark clouds quietly dispersed.
But the rain was getting bigger and bigger.
Rustle...
The rain dripped on the eaves, on the leaves, on the stone road, on the sticky blood, on Jiang Rong, and on the bodies of the Wu Family's descendants, rustling.
The entire Wu Family Manor was extremely silent at this moment.
Except for the sound of raindrops, there was nothing else.
"You really dare to come." When the door of Wu Houde's office was opened, he leaned on the seat and opened his eyes. He looked directly at Ye Bei, and his eyes burst with two cold lights, without any emotion.
"Patriarch!" When Wu Yuandong saw Wu Houde, the muscles on the corners of his mouth moved and he couldn't help but shout.
"Grandfather!" Wu Fansheng's voice was very low, but after seeing the old man in front of him, his heart would always throb.