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When the black card is drawn.

The whole backyard seemed to freeze at this moment.

Qing Youfu's old eyes stared at the four words on the black card.

"Death God Invitation!!!"

As the head of the Qing family, how could he not know what this is? What does this card mean?

It's just that Qing Youfu never dreamed that he would personally receive this card representing death in his lifetime.

"Grumble" sounded.

Qing Youfu's old hands began to tremble.

Even though he has experienced countless storms, an old man who is usually calm has become a little afraid at this time.

After all, no one is not afraid of death!

The trembling hand slowly opened the black card.

The old butler on the side also held his breath at this time.

When the black card was opened, three paragraphs were written inside.

"Hello, Mr. Qingyoufu!"

"At this time in a week, death will come as expected!"

"Warm reminder, please be prepared to hit the road"

After reading the words in the card, Qing Youfu knew that he had only one week left to live.

The old butler beside him was also full of fear and worry at this time.

"Patriarch... This is not a prank, is it?"

Although the old housekeeper didn't have as much knowledge as Qing Youfu, he also knew the horror of death invitations!

The recipient must die! No exceptions!

After hearing this, Qing Youfu pondered and shook his head.

"No one in this world dares to make such a joke!"

The old butler nodded and felt that what he just said was out of his mind.

Yes, who dares to pretend to be a jerk of the death invitation that makes the whole world feel fearful?

Don't you think your life is too long?

So the old butler said worriedly again.

"Then how should the head of the house handle this?"

Qing Youfu did not speak, but closed his eyes, a look of despair on his aged face.

It's like a terminally ill person thinking about what's going on behind him.

After all, Qing Youfu doesn't naively think that he can break this curse that makes the world unable to do anything!

After more than ten seconds, Qing Youfu opened his eyes and said.

"Old Zhang, how many years have you followed me?"

Old Zhang is also the old housekeeper. In the entire Qing family, only Qing Youfu can call him that. Even Qingchuan has to call the old housekeeper Zhang Grandpa.

"If you go home, the old slave has followed you for more than 40 years."

Hearing this, Qing Youfu sighed involuntarily, the years passed by so quickly.

Forty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Because when the housekeeper of his hometown followed him, Qing Youfu only became the head of the Qing family that year.

"Old Zhang, although we have a master-servant relationship, I have not been mean to you over the years, have I?"

Hearing that, the old butler hurriedly bent over and said very respectfully.

"Patriarch, he has been like a good friend to the old slave over the years. Being able to follow the patriarch is the greatest blessing of the old slave's life!"

This made Qing Youfu smile lightly.

"Then I want to ask you to help me with one last thing?"

The old butler set his knees instantly, his old eyes glistening with tears.

"Patriarch, what you said is too serious!"

"As long as you say a word, the old slave can even take his life!"

Qing Youfu smiled and shook his head.

"I don't want your life, you have to live well. After I die, you have to take good care of the Qing family for me"

After speaking, Qing Youfu sighed silently and said again.

"I just hope you can help me keep this secret. If I really die in a week, don't disclose this to anyone, including the descendants of the Qing family!"

The old housekeeper knelt on the ground and was slightly taken aback, but soon two tears flowed from the old eyes.

He knew Qing Youfu's plan!

Don't let anyone know about this, so that you can save the entire Qing family!

Qing Youfu also thought it through, since he was unable to break the curse of death, he had to protect the Qing family even if he died!

Once this matter spreads within the Qing family, he will not be the only one who will be killed by the death invitation!

"Patriarch, you will be fine, you are as blessed as the East China Sea, and you will live a long life..."

Before the old butler could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Qing Youfu.

At this time, Qing Youfu also saw it.

I don't have the nervousness and panic I had when I saw the invitation to the god of death before.

"Okay, old Zhang, I'm at this age. In fact, life and death mean little to me. I just hope that the descendants of the Qing family will not be implicated."

"So you must promise me not to let anyone know about this, even after I die, don't let anyone know that I have received an invitation from the god of death!"

The old butler knelt on the ground and nodded tearfully.

"Don't worry, Patriarch, I will rot in my stomach!"

Hearing this, Qing Youfu showed a satisfied smile, then stretched out his hand and said.

"Get up, all these old bones are all right, don't always kneel down"

The old housekeeper nodded again, and was helped by Qing Youfu from the ground.

At this point he also wanted to understand.

On the anniversary of his death one year after the death of the head of the family, he would hang himself on the road to Huangquan to continue serving the head of the family.

And now the first thing is to keep this secret and keep the entire Qing family!

"Patriarch, why did the invitation to the god of death come into your hands? Would anyone want to harm our Qing family?"

Wen Yan Qing Youfu shook his head.

"These are no longer important. No matter who has a grudge against our Qing family, I only hope that all grudges will be written off after my death!"

The old butler didn't say anything anymore and stood silently by the side.

A gust of breeze blew through the backyard, and the figures of the two old people were like two hundred-year-old pine trees, like an ink painting.

……..

At the same time, Longcheng, which is thousands of kilometers away from Fengdu.

Today is the day of Prince Kai's cremation.

At this time, rows of black cars were parked at the entrance of the crematorium.

Countless people stood on the side of the road wearing black suits with their heads bowed.

Wang Xinrou sat on the chair with tears in her eyes and cried because the person who was being cremated was her own brother!

Just when the whole crematorium was filled with grief.

There was only a young man sitting in the corner, and the corner of his mouth raised a treacherous smile, but it quickly disappeared.

If Yun Fan saw this scene, he would definitely be shocked!

Because this man had a relationship with him!

"Come with me, the president wants to ask you something else!"

A backbone of Long's group came over in a black suit.

Hearing this, the young man nodded and stood up.

"Okay, please take me to see the president!"

Watching the two walk out of the waiting room of the crematorium, Wang Xinrou was crying at this moment. She was not in the mood to worry about other things.

But thinking that my father had seen this strange man alone several times in the past two days, he choked up and asked the people around him.

"Who is that man? How come I never met him?"