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This is revenge against his family while he is not at home!

"Xiao Fang, you said they beat you? Are you hurt?"

Zhang Quanyi asked worriedly.

Zhang Fang chuckled and said cheerfully:

"Don't worry about that, brother. I couldn't beat them, but I could run. I hit several of them with rocks and then ran away."

As he spoke, his arms gesticulated as if he were recreating the scene.

But because of this, his sleeves slipped down a little, revealing a little bruise.

When Zhang Quan saw this, he immediately grabbed his brother's arm.

He rolled up Zhang Fang's sleeves, and only then did he see the bruises.

The more Zhang Quanyi watched, the angrier he became, and at the same time, he felt more and more guilty towards his brother.

At first, he only secretly taught Zhang Fang the method of breathing to build the foundation, but never taught him any means to fight against the enemy.

Otherwise, why would my brother be like this!

"Brother, don't look at it. These are just minor injuries. It's okay."

Zhang Fang tried to lower his sleeves, but his brother's hands were as hard as iron and didn't move at all.

"Xiao Fang, tell me how they hurt you?"

Zhang Quanyi's words were extremely calm, but they carried a chilling coldness that made people shudder.

Zhang Fang looked at his brother and no longer concealed anything. He scratched his head and said:

"Some were smashed by them, and some were beaten with sticks."

Zhang Quanyi couldn't help but close his eyes when he heard this.

He knew that he was very excited and he was afraid that his eyes would scare his brother.

After a long time, he opened his eyes.

He said calmly and firmly:

"Xiao Fang, I promise you that I will never allow anyone to hurt you in the future!"

His words were calm but powerful, like a vow.

Zhang Fang didn't know what this sentence meant, he was just happy about his brother's concern.

Just then, there was a sudden noise outside the door.

The sound of footsteps and shouting mixed together, making people irritated.

Zhang Fang's expression changed, and he said angrily:

"This must be someone from the Zhao family coming again!"

He was about to stand up when Zhang Quan held him down with one hand.

"Xiao Fang, you stay here. I'll go deal with things outside."

After saying that, Zhang Quanyi walked out of the house.

Zhang Fang wanted to get up and chase after his brother, but strangely, he couldn't move more than two steps away from the dining table.

It's like being under some kind of restriction.

Zhang Fang knew since he was a child that his brother had supernatural powers, so he didn't find this phenomenon strange. He just admired and was more curious about his brother's abilities.

outside the house.

A group of servants in cloth clothes surrounded a young man in luxurious clothes and stood there. There were nearly twenty people in total.

The young man shouted towards the mourning hall:

"Zhang Fang, don't insist. You're the only one left in the Zhang family now. How can you fight my family? Don't worry about your brother. He hasn't written to me in two years. I'm afraid he's already died out there! Your brother dared to provoke me back then. Now your family should compensate me..."

Before the young man finished shouting in a high-pitched voice, he suddenly lowered his voice.

It was like a hen that suddenly heard thunder.

Humble and fearful.

Then, an indifferent voice sounded in the yard:

"Zhao Hui, who told you I was dead?"

Zhang Quanyi stood at the door, looking at the people in front of him as if they were dead.

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Chapter 7: That’s a murderous move! (Please give me flowers, votes, and rewards!)

"Zhang Quanyi!!! You're not dead?!!!"

Zhao Hui looked at Zhang Quanyi in front of him as if he had seen a monster.

Some of the servants around him looked surprised, while others looked terrified.

Anyone with a terrified look on their face had come into contact with Zhang Quanyi in the past.

"Yes, not only am I not dead, I'm back."

Zhang Quanyi said as he walked towards Zhao Hui.

Every time he took a step closer, his aura grew stronger.

When he took three steps, Zhao Hui and his servants' faces were covered in cold sweat.

When he took five steps, some people wanted to run away, but they were horrified to find that their legs could not move.

Ten steps later, Zhao Hui and his servants all knelt down.

No strength to stand.

Zhang Quanyi just stood in front of Zhao Hui.

He stood, he knelt.

He looked down with contempt, he lowered his head in fear.

"I don't want to say anything more to you. I don't want to get violent in front of my parents' funeral hall today. You and your servants will slap yourselves here. You must beat them until all your teeth fall out before you leave."

Zhang Quanyi's words were like an imperial decree!

Even though Zhao Hui didn't want to, his body was controlled by an invisible force and he began to slap himself in the face.

The same was true for the servants.

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap...

One after another, loud slaps rang out in the yard.

After a few rounds, Zhao Hui and his servants' mouths were already red and swollen, and blood was oozing out.

But Zhang Quanyi, who was standing there, always had an indifferent expression.

He looked at everything in front of him with indifference, as if he were looking at a group of beasts.

After a long time.

One tooth after another fell in the Zhang family yard.

Zhao Hui and his servants all had horrible expressions on their faces, and they could hear people gasping for breath, but no one dared to scream loudly.

"One more thing. My little brother said that one of you hurt him. Who was it?"

Zhang Quanyi glanced around indifferently. In the hearts of these servants, he was already like a god or a devil. They had never seen such a method of controlling people!

Faced with Zhang Quanyi's questioning, they immediately began to expose each other.

After a moment, seven people were elected by the crowd.

Zhang Quanyi looked at the seven people, and his calm face finally showed a hint of anger, and his eyes were extremely cold.

Then there were a series of crackling sounds.

The arms of the seven men were broken one after another by an invisible force.

But the strange thing was that they couldn't make any screams from beginning to end.

"That's all for today. I just returned home and don't want to waste any more time on you, but this isn't the end. Tomorrow I'll come and seek justice for my little brother's pain and my family's grievances. Zhao Hui, you can ask your father to find someone. I, Zhang Quanyi, will take care of everything tomorrow!"

Zhang Quan snorted coldly and pushed out with his palm. Zhao Hui and his servants flew backwards into the air.

It didn't fall to the ground until it was five or six meters away from Zhang's house.

The sounds of thumping and crashing were heard one after another, and finally the wailing and screaming began to rise one after another.

They didn't dare to stay here any longer. The servants carried Zhao Hui, who was in so much pain that he couldn't walk, and hurriedly fled back to the Zhao family.

He was moving at an extremely fast speed, as if he was worried that Zhang Quan would catch up with him soon.

After Zhang Quanyi dealt with these people, he walked back to the room.

He sat back down at the dining table, and the restrictions on Zhang Fang were lifted, allowing him to move again.

Zhang Fang quickly asked:

"Brother, what happened outside just now? Why didn't I hear anything? Are you okay?"

Zhang Quan smiled and said:

"It's okay. I was just talking to Zhao Hui about reason."

"Ah? He still listens to your reason?"

"Of course, anyone can be reasonable if they choose the right approach."

"I see."

The two brothers started eating again.

After the meal, the two brothers went to the mourning hall to keep vigil for their parents.

Until late at night, Zhang Fang could no longer bear it, so Zhang Quanyi asked him to go to bed first, while he stayed alone in the mourning hall to keep vigil.

Although Zhang Fang was unwilling, he could not resist his brother's persuasion.

So he went to bed.

Inside the mourning hall, Zhang Quanyi was kneeling alone.

He looked sad, his eyes full of guilt.

Outside the mourning hall, there was a clear night sky with a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Autumn in Northeast China is always extremely sunny.

A few wisps of cool breeze flowed into the mourning hall through the door, blowing the hair on Zhang Quan's cheek. He lowered his head and silently recited the "Three Officials Sutra".

After finishing this sutra, it is the "Sutra of Salvation from Suffering"...

The night is deep, and the sound of scriptures never stops.

Zhang Quanyi didn't stop until dawn the next day.

He bowed deeply in front of the spirit tablet and did not stand up until a long time later.

Even though he hadn't slept all night, his face looked normal and his eyes were clear.

There is absolutely no sign of fatigue.

After getting up, Zhang Fang said good morning to his brother, and then the two of them had breakfast together.

After breakfast, Zhang Quanyi stood up and said:

"Xiao Fang, you stay at home today. I'm going out for a while."

"Where are you going, bro?"

"Zhao family."