Chapter 1177 Crisis

In an open sea far from Shenzhen, three yachts stopped on the vast sea, no longer moving forward, and swaying gently in the water.

The sun was not very bright today, and it was a bit gloomy at noon, like dusk, with a light and urgent sea breeze, which made people feel that a storm was coming.

As they got closer, the three yachts dispersed one after another, sailing around a navigation-determined position, and scattered carrots during the process.

The carrots fell into the sea with a "dong dong dong", first sank, then floated up, and then the sea water rushed and scattered far away.

On the front railing of the middle yacht, stood Xu Facai in black clothes, with a flower basket next to him, and the basket was full of carrots.

Xu Facai changed his usual chrysanthemum smile, and his face became more solemn, as if he was missing something, and also as if he was struggling with something.

He had done many things against his will and many bad things in his life, but there was only one thing that made him feel guilty from more than ten years ago to now.

At the beginning, he accepted the order of the sect master to find the boy who could not appear in the public's sight quietly, and arranged for him to be taken care of in an orphanage.

But before the sect master could come up with a perfect plan to let the boy come to the public, the boy and a group of orphans mysteriously disappeared from the orphanage.

No one knew where they went, and no one knew why they disappeared. Even if Xu Facai tried his best to track them down, he could not find their whereabouts.

When he accidentally caught from the mouth of the replaced Song Zhu that the boy might be sent to a deserted island, the deserted island had exploded and disappeared from the sea.

Xu Facai desperately searched, but he could only find fragments of the explosion. During this period, he almost died from the bullets of the military and police, and then the Tianmen was destroyed.

Failure to protect and betray trust are the pain of Xu Facai's life, even though the sect master still believed in him and let him take away huge wealth to become the God of Wealth.

At the same time, he felt guilty for the quirky little boy who liked to eat carrots.

If he hadn't lost 2 million red-eye tickets in Singapore that day and hadn't been two days late to visit the little boy at the orphanage, how could the little boy be sent to the deserted island by his own people?

This became Xu Facai's pain and thorn, and made him obsessed with the idea that if there was no body, then he might still be alive.

So Xu Facai would find an opportunity to come to this area every year, one to see if there would be any miracles, and the other to remember the boy.

Although the danger increased every time he came, he still did not hesitate.

Every time he came, he would stay for three hours and throw hundreds of kilograms of carrots into the sea. Xu Facai knew that he loved to eat carrots.

"Master, the carrots have been scattered, the wine has been toasted, and the surroundings have been checked three times. It's still the same as before, nothing."

Just when Xu Facai was in a daze, a man with long hair came to his side and said respectfully: "It's almost time for us to return."

Xu Facai came back to his senses and sighed softly: "Stay a little longer, do something here, even if I stay, I will feel peaceful."

While speaking, he grabbed a few more carrots and threw them out, watching them sink and float in the sea, just like his mood for many years.

"Master, it's been so long since the incident, and you have done enough. There is really no need to feel guilty."

The long-haired man whispered: "You should also wake up, the child has long been buried in the sea."

Xu Facai's face was a little gloomy. Of course, he knew that kind of explosion, that kind of killing, and the vast sea, it would be difficult for a peerless master to survive.

Let alone a little boy?

"Long Mao, I know what you mean, and I also know that I need to wake up."

Xu Facai grabbed another carrot and threw it out, and also looked at a yacht coming in the distance: "But I just can't get over myself."

"If I hadn't lost my temper and returned to the orphanage on time to keep an eye on the little boy, the Rong family wouldn't have let Song Zhu and the others take him away."

"Or after the incident, I wasn't worried about the master's scolding, but reported to him in time, maybe he would have discovered the boy's movements."

"The disappearance of the little boy is painful, and what's more tragic is that he fell into the hands of his own people without knowing it, and the saddest thing is that I reported it a month late."

A trace of pain flashed across Xu Facai's face: "And what's heartbreaking is that the master didn't blame me, but his hair turned white overnight and said to me..."

"He doesn't blame me, he reaped what he sowed."

Xu Facai's struggle in his eyes was very obvious: "I still remember the expression when he said the four words 'reaped what he sowed', that was the greatest sorrow."

"Master, I know you are sad, but the leader of the sect blamed himself at that time. In addition to the death of the little boy, Tianmen was also facing a catastrophe."

The long-haired man sighed softly: "He regretted that he had courted a disaster."

"He wanted to use the Rong family to take Tianmen to a higher level, from black to white, and become the sixth family under the sun."

Changmao obviously knew a lot: "In the end, not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he also buried the big ship of Tianmen in the sea."

"He really underestimated the shamelessness of the Rong family."

Xu Facai nodded: "I thought that marrying a woman from the Rong family would make me half a member of the Rong family. Even if I wasn't, the two sides could work together as one."

"Little did I know that the Rong family would be ruthless, not only would they not recognize their relatives, but they would also be hated by both gods and people. On the bloody night on the deserted island, the Rong family directly let Tianmen take the blame."

He smiled bitterly: "No wonder the wife strongly opposed the cooperation between the two sides and ran away from home. She sees more long-term than any of us."

"Master is right."

Changmao nodded, then looked at the yacht not far away. The other party did not start again, and quietly stopped on the sea. A man sat on the railing and fished in the sea.

"Master, it's almost raining, let's return to the port."

He looked at the yacht not far away and said: "Besides, Shenzhen is not peaceful. Let's go back to Huaxi as soon as the matter is done."

Xu Facai also found the yacht early, but the other party did not do anything unusual, plus there were more than 100 people on his three yachts, so he did not move.

He nodded gently: "Okay, go back."

"Boom! Boom!"

Just when Xu Facai was about to pour all the carrots into the sea, the other two yachts that received the return order suddenly shook and made a loud noise.

The next second, two yachts exploded, and dazzling flames and amazing air waves rushed out, as if countless fire dragons had drilled out of the ground in an instant.

The two yachts were lifted from the middle to both sides, and the air waves generated by the strong explosion carried countless fragments and spread to the surroundings, endlessly.

Xu Facai and Changmao were shocked to see that many of the Xu family's bodyguards were blown up into the sky, and their bulletproof vests were as fragile as paper matchboxes.

The weapons on their waists also turned vertically several times in the air before falling heavily into the whirlpool-forming sea.

In just one minute, the air waves were like the waves rolling up in the sea, uncontrollable and surging.

Although they were more than 60 meters apart, Xu Facai and Changmao could still smell the smoke and feel the scorching heat waves coming towards them.

Two ships, more than 70 people, all fell into the sea with the whirlpool after the explosion.

The scene was tragic!