Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 238 The head of the Wang family has many things to consider
At the Wang family's house, Wang Ai was sitting at the desk, concentrating on drawing a skinny cat ghost.

The tip of the pen gently moved across the paper. He would occasionally stop, drink a sip of tea, and calmly examine his paintings.

Now that all the land in the three counties of Hebei Province has been acquired, the bidding prices have risen sharply. The situation is very good, and Wang Ai seems particularly comfortable and proud.

He leaned his fat body against a comfortable chair, looking up at the sky outside the window, watching the clouds roll by, as if the whole world was under his control.

However, the tranquility was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps.

The pale old butler ran in panting, holding two letters tightly in his hands.

"Master, someone just left these two letters at the door." The old butler said breathlessly, "I wonder if it's a prank or something..."

Wang Ai just smiled faintly after hearing this, put down the teacup, and looked at him with disdain.

Over the years, the Wang family has always been swift and resolute in dealing with those weak little forces. Those bugs thought they could use such childish means to provoke them, but in his view, it was just the barking of a stray dog.

Wang Ai continued to turn his gaze back to the window. These trivial things were not worth his distraction at all.

"Didn't I tell you guys to just deal with this kind of thing casually? They're just a bunch of bugs. It would be too dirty to even crush them to death."

The old butler seemed hesitant and stood there, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Wang Ai glanced at him with a little impatience.

"These two letters were sent by the Lu family." The old butler finally spoke, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"The Lu family?" Wang Ai's fat face instantly showed a serious look. He frowned slightly and waved his hand, "Then read it out."

"It's a different age now, and you still like writing letters. You're an old fogey."

The old butler carefully unfolded the letter, glanced at it, and was stunned for a moment. There was uneasiness in his voice, and his voice trembled as he said tremblingly:

"The letter... the letter said that if you don't go to Qunling Mountain, you will have to wait for Master Wang Bing to collect your body..."

"What did you say!?"

Would my silly baby really go to the Qunling Mountain to look for spirits?

Wang Ai's face turned pale in an instant due to his anxiety, with surprise and anger intertwined. But when he thought about Wang Bing's performance in recent days, he suddenly felt that this was really possible.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, grabbed the teacup and threw it to the ground. The porcelain pieces flew everywhere, and the tea splashed on the floor, emitting a scent of tea.

Wang Ai’s roar was deafening: “Call Zhang Xing here!”

The old housekeeper responded hastily and ran out in a hurry. Not long after, Zhang Xing knelt in front of Wang Ai, his face horrified and his whole body trembling: "Master...Master..."

"Didn't I ask you to keep an eye on the young master?" Wang Ai said angrily, his bloated body pressing down on Zhang Xing like a mountain, giving a full sense of oppression.

Zhang Xing's panic worsened, he kowtowed repeatedly, his voice trembling, "Master Wang Bing got a very good spirit early in the morning, and then he left in a hurry. No matter how I persuaded him, he would not listen. He also asked me not to make it public..."

"Master, you are well aware of Master Wang Bing's temper. As a servant, how can I stop him from doing what he wants to do? Master has been..."

When Zhang Xing said this, he immediately realized that he had said something wrong and his expression became even more flustered.

"Master, please forgive me. I spoke too much. I slap my mouth, I slap my mouth..."

Snapped!
He slapped himself hard on the mouth several times, and gradually blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.

Wang Ai frowned, veins popped out, and his voice was bone-chillingly cold: "From what you said, you blame me for spoiling him?"

The pent-up anger exploded in an instant, and he opened the desk, spilling ink on Zhang Xing's body. A hint of Yin Qi gradually floated up and swept into his body, polluting his soul and mutating it, his shape became distorted, and Zhang Xing fell to the ground in pain, curling up, his body changing like dough that had been kneaded.

The next second, he turned into a chaotic, shapeless mass of distorted rotten flesh, struggling and crawling on the ground. The shape of the flesh was exactly the same as the ink mark that Wang Ai splashed out.

"This letter couldn't have been sent by Lu Ci. Find out the source of the letter for me!"

The old butler had no choice but to nod, his eyes filled with fear, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He glanced at the rotten flesh on the ground. The body was disorganized but the person was not dead, which made people feel creepy.

Wang Ai gnashed his teeth, his whole body trembling as if he had been electrocuted: "This is simply outrageous. How dare you mess with my Wang family? If my dear baby gets even a little scratched, I will flatten your entire Qunling Mountain!"

Wang Ai's murderous intent suddenly rose, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes. "Call a few good fighters from the tribe to go out with me."

The old butler lowered his head and responded quickly: "Then Master, this second letter..."

"Read!" Wang Ai's anger made it almost impossible for him to control himself.

The old butler swallowed a few times and stammered, "Two...two heroes, Ding Shimaan, were defeated...defeated by the master of Qunling Mountain, the witch...the witch king Yan Huan..."

Bang dang!

Hearing this, Wang Ai’s body suddenly softened and he slumped back into the chair. He shook his dizzy head heavily, and at that moment it seemed as if the world was spinning.

If what was described in the two letters was true, then the situation was completely beyond his expectations.

In this treacherous world of extraordinary people, whether a powerful person can stir up the storm by his own strength, Na Ruhu of Xigu Pavilion has already given the answer.

It is easy for such a strong man to expand his power and fame. The only way to deal with it is to act early and nip it in the bud.

As the head of the Wang family, Wang Ai is responsible for the family's foundation. His every move and every decision may affect the family's interests. The experience and resourcefulness gained from a hundred years have destined him to not take risks openly and go against someone who even Ding Shimaan cannot beat.

The identity and position are like this. If you change your role, you just have to fight and kill, but as the head of the family, you have to consider a lot of things.

boom!
Wang Ai pounded the floor with his crutch, but if he kept silent, who would he ask to avenge the Wang family's reputation and the injustice suffered by his precious great-grandson?
"Ahhh!"

Wang Ai gritted his teeth, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he roared in frustration, flipping over and tearing the paintings on the wall into pieces.

With a wave of his arm, paper scraps fell like snow.

"Send someone to Jiangxi to bring Bing'er back."

"Also, let the Lu family know that I need to go visit Lu Ci." Wang Ai stood up with difficulty using a cane, and looked down coldly at the muffled flesh mass of "Shaha" in the center of the room. As he raised and lowered his cane, blood splattered all over the black surface of his cloth shoes, and the room instantly became quiet.

call--

Wang Ai took a deep breath, trying to relieve the anger and depression in his chest, "Calm down, Wang Ai, ah Wang Ai, this is the time to test your character. A little impatience can ruin a big plan. You still have the thousand-year-old foundation of your ancestors."

"No matter how strong you are, you are just a young boy. Your skills will always be inferior. There are still huge gaps in this world that cannot be filled by strength."

"Yan Huan, I've got this in mind. Let's slowly settle this account."

After leaving the Wang family mansion, the car to pick them up was already ready. Wang Ai sat in the back seat, and the old butler chased after him with his cell phone in hand.

"Master, the matter... the matter is not over yet!"

(End of this chapter)