Black Lotus is reborn, from campus to rich family

Lu Zhan was drowsy and lying unconscious in the driver's seat with his eyes closed.

He was wearing a hospital gown, but had left the hospital in such a hurry that he hadn't had time to change into his own clothes. Fortunately, he had a coat in his car.

The rain is pouring outside the window, and Wanwan hasn't come back yet.

He put on his coat, his long eyelashes drooping casually on his pale face, then suddenly curling up.

In the end, I couldn't help feeling dizzy and gradually fell into the familiar and heart-pounding darkness.

The sky was filled with white flowers and paper money falling down, black and white elegiac couplets, wailing sounds were heard from a thousand miles away, and a black coffin was placed on the altar.

He saw himself walking on the thick black carpet, step by step, into this grand sacrificial venue.

The black carpet seemed like an endless dark abyss, swallowing up every ray of light and making people feel depressed and heavy.

The rain fell, and there was no shelter in the open field, so everyone was exposed to the rain.

The only shelter was the golden nanmu coffin in the middle of the altar, which was well protected and not exposed to any wind or rain.

But no one dared to get close to the middle.

Lu Zhan in the picture was dressed in black, his hair was slightly longer, his features were sharp, his eye sockets were deep, and there was not a trace of emotion on his sinister face.

There was only the sound of crackling rain mixed with the sound of footsteps, each step beating the hearts of the guests.

The calmer Lu Zhan was, the more frightened they became.

Some female guests even trembled and cried.

Lu Zhan ignored him and slowly walked to the middle. He turned around and seemed a little confused: "Why are you not talking anymore? Go on?"

No one in the crowd spoke, only faint sobs could be heard.

"That's fine." He took off his black gloves, pinched a fluttering paper flower between his bony fingers, and murmured, "Wanwan likes quiet."

Finally, someone dared to vent their anger: "Lu Zhan, you are crazy! Your woman is dead, what does it have to do with us? You tricked us here, what on earth do you want to do?"

As if someone had touched his reverse scale, Lu Zhan looked towards the place where it happened with a cold gaze.

"What?"

"You ask me what I want to do?"

Lu Zhan slowly leaned closer to his ear, his voice hoarse, each word as if squeezed out from between teeth: "Of course, I want you to be buried with me."

A group of bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses rushed out from all directions. They rushed forward quickly and kicked the man to the ground without mercy.

Immediately afterwards, a fierce flurry of punches and kicks rained down on him, each punch carrying immense force, as if to break all his bones.

After being knocked to the ground, the man tried to struggle to stand up, but was held down tightly by the bodyguards and could not move at all.

They stepped on his body with their feet, forcing him to lie on the ground and groan in pain.

The people around suddenly took a few steps back, and there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd.

Lu Zhan slowly walked to the altar, the madness in his eyes gradually faded, becoming affectionate and gentle. He stroked the photo in front of the coffin, bit by bit, across the familiar face.

Amidst the wailing, he caressed and lingered from the eyebrows to the lips, back and forth.

Stubbornly, over and over again.

His knuckles pressed harder and harder, and the bloodshot in his eyes grew more intense.

The sound of rain grew louder and louder, and no one dared to make a sound, for fear of disturbing this madman.

Lu Zhan is the only one in power in Beijing, and no one wants to be caught in the crossfire at this time.

"Lu Zhan, what qualifications do you have to mourn her here?"

A mocking voice sounded, and the man on the altar paused.

Under a black umbrella, Bai Jiyao walked in wearing a black suit, a white boutonniere, and holding a large bouquet of lilies.

Bai Chenyan followed beside him, holding his arm, and looked at her fiancé with dissatisfaction.

Grandpa Lu has already agreed to the marriage between the Lu and Bai families. Now Lu Zhan is his nominal fiancé, but he is actually holding a funeral for his little lover.

This is simply rubbing the Bai family's face under their feet.

She let go of her brother's arm and stepped forward to hold Lu Zhan's hand, her voice soft and gentle: "A Zhan, I know you are very sad that Miss Yu passed away, but you should also take care of your health. As your friend, Miss Yu doesn't want to see you like this——"

Lu Zhan's eyes were cold and stern. He stretched out his hand and grabbed her neck, lifting her up. Bai Chenyan's face flushed red. She tried to pry Lu Zhan's hand away with both hands, but that hand was as firm as iron and even seemed to be getting tighter.

Lu Zhan tilted his head, his voice was very soft, but cold as if it floated out from hell: "Bai Chenyan, I think I told you not to appear in front of me again."

Veins popped out of her neck, and she felt it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Her legs kicked erratically, and she uttered incoherent words from her throat: "Crazy...crazy."

Lu Zhan's eyes were filled with ripples. Looking at the pain on her face, his eyes were filled with blood mist, like the whisper of a devil:

"Why are you so disobedient?"

He swung his hand and flung the person out, looking down at the woman gasping and coughing on the ground. Suddenly, he seemed to wake up:

"Don't die here, you'll dirty Wanwan's road."

Bai Jiyao stood a few steps away, watching his sister being thrown out like a rag with cold eyes. He did not try to stop her, but just looked at Lu Zhan coldly.

At that moment, Lu Zhan understood his expression.

mercy.

It's pitiful that he is only 35 years old, which should be his golden age, but his temples are already gray and his hair is as gray as silver.

And mockery.

They mocked him, a man who was a child of destiny and stood at the pinnacle of power in Beijing, but couldn't even protect the woman he loved.

The dream is frozen.

The sky was dark and gloomy, and the white paper flowers in the sky slowly twisted into a storm, dragging his soul into the endless abyss.

He seemed to be drowning in pain, and every night when he woke up alone, the dagger hovered a few centimeters above his heart.

There was a ring, which he had prepared long ago.

He had been planning for three years and finally he was able to defeat the Bai family in one move, and finally he could let Wanwan stay by his side peacefully.

He prepared everything, paved all the roads, and sacrificed all his love, but all he got in return was a pale farewell.

Even witnessed her gradual demise.

His Wanwan, how painful and helpless she was at that time.

Wanwan might hate him too, so she never even set foot in his dreams. He was left alone, rotting in the swamp of the world.

Empty, desolate, and painful, the past ten years flashed by like scenes on a canvas.

Lu Zhan seemed to have fallen into an abyss, without a trace of light. He just let himself sink in, without the strength to survive, only satisfaction and relief.

It was not until the sound of a car horn was heard that Lu Zhan suddenly woke up in the dark compartment.

The despair of dying in the dream still lingered in his heart. He was breathing heavily, the sound of rain overlapped, and suddenly he could not distinguish between reality and illusion.

He calmed his heavy and sour heart, slowly opened the window and raised his head.

The night swept in with the smell of earth, and a slender and graceful figure slowly appeared in the pupils, bringing a suffocating sense of familiarity.

Lu Zhan tensed his body and looked over stiffly.