Chapter 238
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239: Spitting Blood (8)
His friend stopped looking at him and comforted him gently, "County Chief Meng, I'm sorry for your loss. Don't be too sad."
However, the pain of losing a son in his middle age was not something that could be soothed by a few words of comfort.
Meng Zhan held the edge of the coffin with both of his hands. His fingers were visibly shaking. Because he was using too much strength, the tips of his fingers had turned white.
Seeing his veins bulging and his face dark, his friend didn't say anything else. He just sighed and stepped aside.
Obviously, Meng Zhan didn't need someone else to comfort him. He needed a quiet place where he could calm down and recover from the sudden shock. However, Meng Zhan didn't want to be alone. He just wanted to figure out why Meng Liang died.
His son was fine. Even though he had some small problems and made some mistakes, so what?
The Meng's had been a prominent family since the founding of the previous dynasty. They had a huge business and they could handle anything for Meng Liang.
If he had known this would happen when he sent him to Shangjing, he would have shouldered all the pressure and protected him under his wings.
Now, he was on the road to hell at such a young age. As an old father, he had to watch his son die before him.
Meng Zhan was a man after all. He was stronger than his crying concubine.
After spitting blood a few times, he managed to regain some of his sanity.
"Bring him here … I want to ask … just who is so daring that he actually dared to be so ruthless towards Little Rou!"
Meng Zhan's eyes turned red and blue veins popped up on his forehead. He didn't look like the gentle and gentle man he used to be. He looked like he had aged twenty years. His friends didn't know whether to leave or stay. They could only put on a serious face and lower their own sense of existence.
Not long after, the head of the entourage knelt down in front of Meng Liang's coffin. His stubbled face was covered with tears.
"The one who killed Second Langjun was the thief, Meng Hun! He … he … he lied to the master … "
The head of the entourage was anxious. Fear was lingering in his brain. He thought Meng Zhan would stand up and cut his head off in the next second.
Meng Zhan smiled coldly. He looked vicious and ferocious. "Tell me! Tell me everything! Meng Hun … hehe … "
His friend frowned. It was the first time he had seen Meng Zhan's expression other than a warm smile. Meng Zhan's whole body was filled with hostility, which made people uncomfortable … But considering that Meng Zhan had just lost his beloved son, it was not too much.
The head of the entourage secretly clenched his fists. Whether he could keep his life or not depended on this.
After gathering his emotions, the head of the entourage told the story that he had been preparing for over a month. He tried to focus on Meng Hun's treachery and exaggerate the scene when he found the body. He portrayed himself as a loyal man, but the enemy was too cunning. He had no choice but to take back Meng Liang's body.
"… Master, you must help Second Langjun!" The head of the entourage was crying on the ground. Tears and mucus were running down his face. Normally, Meng Zhan would have kicked him in the chest. But this time, it was a good chance for him to save his life. "When I got Second Langjun's body back, I found out that Second Langjun … He … He was bled to death …" The head of the entourage was lying on the ground.
Meng Zhan felt another sharp pain in his chest. His right hand clutched the clothes on the left side of his chest. He clenched his teeth and his lips turned blue.
Seeing that he was about to pass out again, Meng Zhan pulled himself together with his extraordinary willpower. His eyes were extremely cold.
"You said … Second Langjun was bled to death by Meng Hun?"
These words were squeezed out through gritted teeth.
No wonder Shang 'er's body was purple. Even though part of it was rotten, the body was still weirder than a normal person's.
"Yes!" The head of the entourage nodded with difficulty. Tears streamed down his face. "I failed to protect Second Langjun. Master, please allow me to avenge him … When I get my revenge, I will kill myself. I will protect Second Langjun in the afterlife …"
Meng Zhan's chest was rising and falling rapidly. His beloved concubine had already held him and helped him breathe.
After a long time, so long that the head of the entourage thought he was going to die, Meng Zhan's cold and arrogant voice came into his ears.
"Forget it … If Shang 'er knew you were so loyal, he would be happy …"
Meng Zhan said it unwillingly. He glanced at his friend and said stiffly, "I must avenge Shang 'er! I am the son of the Meng's. The name of the Meng's in Cangzhou is not something a traitor can humiliate! If I don't kill him, I am not a man! "
At that moment, the head of the entourage seemed to remember something. He thought Meng Zhan's hatred could burn even more.
After all, he was Meng Zhan's subordinate. The head of the entourage knew Meng Zhan's character very well. The reason why he could stay calm and spare Meng Zhan's death sentence was because he was worried that there were other people around. He couldn't reveal his true nature … If his friend left after paying his condolences, Meng Zhan would be doomed.
So, the head of the entourage played a trick.
With a sorrowful expression, he took out a coarse blue cloth from his bosom and untied it.
Meng Zhan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He asked, "What is this?"
The head of the entourage answered, "This is the evidence that the traitor humiliated the Meng's and fooled us …"
Meng Zhan grabbed it and read every roll of coarse cloth carefully. The more he read, the more his hands trembled.
In the end, he unfolded the largest piece of coarse cloth. The calligraphy on it was written in blood. It had already solidified and darkened. It emitted a pungent smell. Meng Zhan's beloved concubine wanted to go closer to read it, but she was choked by the smell.
[Those who break their promises are the dogs of the Meng's …]
Meng Zhan's face turned green as he read the beginning. It was as if someone had slapped him a hundred times.
[… The Meng's want to use me as a scapegoat to humiliate my wife and daughter. They will be humiliated even after they die …]
Meng Zhan's heart sank. He couldn't believe that Meng Hun, who was only a martial artist, could see through his real intention.
His hands were still shaking as he unfolded the coarse cloth. He hurried to continue reading.
[… If you want to do this to me, don't blame me for being ruthless. If Meng Zhan doesn't die, how can I face the consequences …]
Meng Zhan's heart ached. The blue veins on his forehead bulged. His head hurt so much that the world seemed to be shaking.
Puff!
He spat out another mouthful of blood. Meng Zhan's face was pale and he fell to the ground. The coarse cloth fell to the ground.
In just one day, he had spat out blood several times.
His life was short because of the damage to his foundation.
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