C1381 Remaining Consciousness No Murderous Intent!

Zou Qingyang's old facial features, which were as old as bark, were squeezed together, and his cloudy eyes were filled with fear.

"What are you doing? I'm your father."

Zou Qingyang looked into the ancestral hall and roared at the top of his lungs. His voice trembled, showing that he was not at peace.

"Dong, dong, dong, dong!"

A series of heavy footsteps sounded out