One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 909 - The Method Is Cruel, But Effective!
With a loud bang, Hetun smashed his fist against the tea table.
The tea in the cup began to vibrate.
The veins bulging on Hetun's resolute face was enough to show how angry he was at this moment.
Just a moment ago, the Hetun received a call from Xing Shi'er, reporting the results of his test.
The results of the paternity test showed that Feng Xinglang was not Feng Tuantuan's biological father!
Furthermore, the Hetun and Feng Tuantuan were not blood related.
In other words, was not his biological granddaughter, nor was she his son, Ah Lang's, biological daughter!
The paternity test was done at three powerful appraisal institutions near the Pater Castle. The result showed that Feng Tuantuan did not lack the bloodline of the Xing Family! That was his, Hetun's territory, there was no doubt about it!
In other words, someone had tampered with the paternity test in Shen City?
The reason the Hetun was so angry that it was hard to calm down was not only because of his own granddaughter's gains and losses, but more importantly, it was because a dignified and formidable person like him was actually being played around with so ruthlessly by someone secretly and stealthily!
How could the Hetun not be angry!
All day long, he had been caught by the eagle, and even got pecked in the eye by it!
"What appraisal organization did the Old Tweleve find? You actually dare to play with my Hetun? Heh, are you tired of living? "
The Hetun hissed, and the sinister Qi resonated in his stomach, spreading to his chest!
"Godfather, please calm your anger. I think the first thing to do is to find your only grandson. Fifteen years old. It had already been four days since they were brought out of Shen City by Lin Xueluo. As for the appraisal organization, even if they can hide for a day, they can't escape for another 15 years! "
Xing Ba reminded her in good will.
"Right, right, right! I'm getting so anxious and confused! Find out where Lin Xueluo took Fifteen? "
The beautiful dream of 'blood-related granddaughter' was already hopeless, so Hetun was especially anxious to see her only grandson.
"Yes, they found it. Lin Xueluo and her son followed the loving volunteers from the orphanage and went to a place called Shi Zhu County."
"Shi Zhu County? What is this place? How far is it from Shen City? "
"A backwater of a semi-plateau and a mountainous area! It's about forty hours. "
"Semi-plateau and semi-mountainous region? Why did Xueluo bring fifteen back to that kind of destitute land? "
The Hetun was enraged.
"..."
Actually, Xing Ba really wanted to say: It was all because of you!
"Foster father, don't be anxious. I heard that Feng Xinglang already left for Shi Zhu County yesterday, he should be able to arrive tomorrow."
"No!" Eighth brother, please ask the Old Five to prepare the carriage, we are going to Shi Fan County right now. She was driven away by my words, if I were to be struck fifteen times, how would I explain it to Ah Lang!
This time, Hetun finally had an extremely rare sense of self-awareness!
"Foster father, let me go with Old Five. "The road in Shiyuxian County is long and rugged, you just have to wait."
Xing Ba was reluctant to part from his foster father Hetun. Although he sometimes disapproved of the Hetun's actions,
"How can I wait!?" Quick, ask the Old Five to prepare the carriage, we are leaving now! "
At this moment, Hetun couldn't wait to grow wings and fly to Stone Bamboo County, where he could hug his only grandson in his arms and love him dearly.
Since the foster father Hetun was angry, Xing Ba did not dare to ask how he was going to deal with him.
Worried that his foster father would blurt out when he was unhappy, "settle it on the spot, that would be troublesome!"
Although Feng Tuantuan was not Feng Xinglang's biological daughter, she should be Feng Lixin's daughter; Hetun's next order was just to speak, but the consequences would be unimaginable!
Furthermore, Hetun was a cruel and merciless person: Feng Tuantuan was no longer his granddaughter, and had been used by others to ruthlessly humiliate him …
Therefore, Xing Ba did not ask the foster father Hetun how to deal with the four year old Feng Tuantuan on his behalf.
After all, children are innocent, aren't they!
But according to Xing Shi'er's personality and temper, he would definitely bring Feng Tuantuan, that little guy, back to the Shen City to report to him.
Xing Shi'er had never been a foster son who knew how to act without thinking!
It was also because of his obedience and loyalty that he gained the Hetun's favor.
Feng Xinglang's whole body was covered with old wounds: on his legs, arms, abdomen and shoulders; they were already full of scars.
Although the majority of the old wounds had healed on the surface, Feng Xinglang's vitality was still injured greatly.
Maybe it was because it was a blessing in disguise, or maybe it was Feng Xinglang's fate to die, his off-road car had gotten stuck on a few pine trees halfway up the mountain.
Looking down through the cobwebbed windshield was a swift river, churning its yellow waters.
If he really fell down, then the only road left for him was to destroy his car and kill his people!
Feng Xinglang tried to move his limbs and found that his left arm and leg were in extreme pain.
The bruise on his left arm could still be tolerated, but his left leg … It seemed to have broken again.
"Creak creak", a series of sounds of branches breaking reminded Feng Xinglang: If he didn't think of a way to get out of this SUV, the final result would be him being buried together with this SUV in this muddy river!
Feng Xinglang carefully and gently called out, he looked around and found the phone that was dropped at the right side of the entrance.
With a 'click', Feng Xinglang first unbuckled the safety belt on his body, and then he reached over to pick up the phone.
"Crackle crackle", the oil pine once again issued a warning sound of breaking, the front part of the car fell down more than half a meter as Feng Xinglang's center of gravity changed.
Feng Xinglang clearly realised that he couldn't afford to waste anymore time, these oily pine trees were simply unable to support the weight of this SUV.
Fortunately, the door on the left opened effortlessly. "Crack …"
On the third warning sound from the oily pine, Feng Xinglang ignored the piercing pain in his left leg and got out of the SUV. He hugged onto another dry branch of the oily pine, and climbed up to the root of the oily pine in one go.
Before Feng Xinglang even had a chance to catch his breath, he heard the sound of a jeep falling into the turbid waves on the cliff.
He finally managed to survive!
But Feng Xinglang did not feel the joy of rebirth after his tribulation. When he raised his head to look at the seventy to eighty meter high mountain road, his entire being became dejected.
The pain on his left leg came one after another, causing Feng Xinglang to clench his teeth in pain.
It should be broken!
Feng Xinglang broke two branches, using his tie and belt to temporarily secure his broken leg.
Once again raising his head to look at the seventy metre high mountain road above him, Feng Xinglang gave up on the idea of carrying his broken leg and climbed up.
Even if he managed to climb it, his broken leg would have been crippled!
Feng Xinglang did not want to spend the rest of his life between a wheelchair and crutches!
In the east, the sky was already starting to brighten. It was a good thing that the sky was slowly brightening. Feng Xinglang listened to the sounds above while he adjusted his breathing to recover his strength.
For a long time, there was no sound of a person or a car passing by.
The only thing that would allow Feng Xinglang to relax was the beautiful scenery halfway up the mountain.
A red glow, slow expanded its scope, strengthened its light, crossed the beautiful scenery line.
At this moment, Feng Xinglang, who was enduring the pain, couldn't help but feel a little lonely.
If he had fallen down the canyon with that SUV, then his life would have come to an abrupt end.
Would there be any regrets?
Yes, no!
He had a wife who loved him dearly but had no confidence in him. He had a son who called him a bastard, a good brother who viewed him as his own life, and a mother who was a mistress of another man for the sake of her own life …
He was only in his thirties, and was at the age where a man was in high spirits. If he died so early in his prime, it would truly be miserable!
Feng Xinglang tried to shout out a few times towards the mountain road, but his voice was mostly drowned out by the furious waves. There were very few people who could get to the mountain roads.
The small stones that were thrown were only able to hit a spot fifty meters away.
It wasn't until around ten in the afternoon that Feng Xinglang could faintly hear the sounds of agricultural vehicles approaching on the mountain road.
Feng Xinglang immediately mustered up his strength and shouted towards the mountain road for help.
However, even when Feng Xinglang shouted until his throat was puffing out smoke, the farming car did not stop, and with a "huu huu huu", it still drove away.
With the sound of the turbid waves and the precipitous cliff and the seventy to eighty meters distance between them, it would be difficult for them to hear the cries for help and find their way up to the surface.
After fumbling around, Feng Xinglang took out a fire engine from his pocket.
He was saved!
A pile of dead grass was pulled out by Feng Xinglang. After igniting the fire to set the direction of the wind, he chose a downwind path that would not affect him as he sat down and lit up the dead grass. He then piled the green and oily branches on top of the dry grass to create smoke.
As time passed, Feng Xinglang felt his broken leg becoming more and more unconscious.
Although it had undergone hemostasis and fixation, if it continued to drag on like this, it was likely that by the time the person rescued him, his leg would be crippled as well.
Hunger and fatigue hit him at the same time, causing Feng Xinglang to feel that his breath was becoming more and more eatable.
Am I really going to die here?
After waiting for another two to three hours, Feng Xinglang could no longer hold on and passed out.
"Pah pah pah pah …"
Feng Xinglang was awakened by the rocks that fell from the mountain road.
Then there was a screech of brakes. It was supposed to be an excellent SUV.
Feng Xinglang opened his mouth to scream, but his voice was so hoarse that he could barely hear himself clearly.
Hunger and loss of blood had drained almost all of Feng Xinglang's energy.
If he continued to waste more time, he would really die in this canyon where Tian Tian couldn't respond to his cries.
Feng Xinglang ignited the fire machine, letting the fire droplet to burn the center of his palm, allowing him to recover his mind in an instant.
The method was cruel, but it worked!
"There are living people in the canyon … Is there anyone …. "Help me!"
However, all he could do was watch as the SUV started to move again before leaving in a cloud of dust!