"He's not a Holy Infant at all!"
"He's an imposter, a guy who replaced the Holy Infant!”
"He's a shameless bastard!!”
Zhang Jing's words echoed in the ancestral temple.
Everyone was stunned.
Imposter?
Inferior species?
“......”
Zhang Haike looked at Zhang Qilin in surprise.
At this moment.
Zhang Qilin's tender face was slightly flustered, confused, and helpless.
"Zhang Jing, do you know what you're saying?!”
"Are you crazy? Zhang Jing?"
"You have to take responsibility for what you said!"
Very quickly.
The clansmen reprimanded Zhang Jing.
At this time, no one treated him as an elder anymore!
"What's wrong with what I said!"
Zhang Jing didn't panic at all." You've all been deceived!" she shouted. Do you know?"
"This kid is actually a bastard child of Ah Can and a female Tibetan doctor in Tibet!”
"The holy infant was already dead when the dragon pattern stone box was opened. This kid was used by the old patriarch to replace the holy infant and deceive us!!”
Whoosh!
Everyone was shocked.
The Holy Infant was dead?
In that case, eternal longevity was fake?
This time, all the members of the Zhang family were shocked!
However, the Zhang family members present were all shrewd people. Naturally, they would not believe a word or two. After all, everything had to be based on evidence.
"Zhang Jing, I suspect that you have evil intentions!”
An experienced clansman stood up and pointed at Zhang Jing, scolding,""Now that the old patriarch has an accident, you can make up stories without evidence? You want to be the clan leader? Am I right?"
"Hahaha!"
Zhang Jing was scolded, but she was not angry. Instead, she laughed.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
He clapped his hands and a man walked out from behind him.
The man held a black stone box in his hand.
The stone box appeared.
Everyone was shocked!
"Dragon Pattern Stone Box!"
"Zhang Jing, how dare you! Where did you get the dragon pattern stone box?”
"Are you rebelling? Zhang Jing!"
The clansmen immediately cursed.
If they weren't in the ancestral temple, they would have already attacked.
"Everyone, calm down. Take a look first.”
Zhang Jing waved her hand and opened the box.
Pa!
The stone lid opened.
Everyone looked over curiously.
In the stone box lay the corpse of a baby.
To be precise, it was a dried corpse.
Its surface was black and yellow, like dead wood.
It was obvious that he had been dead for a very, very long time.
"This is the Holy Infant from back then!"
" We're all members of the Zhang family," Zhang Jing said with a smile." I believe we'll be able to tell if the corpse is real or fake."”
“......”
Everyone was silent.
The corpse in the stone box was indeed an ancient corpse.
"On the day the patriarch announced the holy infant, our clan's Ah Can also returned to the village with a baby in his arms. I believe someone should know about this news, right?”
"Ah Can has long been executed, and the baby he was carrying that day was Zhang Qilin!”
“......”
When the clansmen heard this, they were already 80% convinced!
No one was stupid.
Naturally, he knew the reason why the old chief did this.
"Is everyone clear now?"
"The old patriarch has been lying to us. Now that the old patriarch is dead, the Zhang family needs a new leader to rule the Zhang family!”
"Those who are willing to follow me, stay!"
Zhang Jing finally shouted out his purpose.
"Tsk, a person without a token wants to be the clan leader?”
"Boring!"
"Let's go, let's go!"
"So the Holy Infant is a fake. Ridiculous.”
Most of the clansmen turned around and left.
When he passed by Zhang Qilin, he did not even look at him.
As the clansmen left in batches, the ancestral temple instantly became deserted.
Only a small portion of the people just now were willing to follow Zhang Jing.
"Follow me in the future and I will definitely not treat you badly.”Zhang Jing didn't mind. He nodded and left the ancestral temple with his men.
Just like that.
The Zhang family began to split.
As for the five-year-old Zhang Qilin, he stood beside the pillars of the ancestral temple in a daze, feeling a little helpless.
"Get lost, little bastard."
When she passed by Zhang Qilin, Zhang Jing couldn't help but curse.
“......”
Tears welled up in Zhang Qilin's eyes.
His small fists were tightly clenched.
He was at a loss.
Because he was homeless now and did not know where to go.
A second ago, he was the successor of the clan leader, the holy infant that everyone worshipped like a god.
But now, he had become a bastard that everyone hated.
For a five-year-old child.
It was undoubtedly a fatal blow.
"Wild brat, come here!"
At this moment.
A clansman who passed by shouted at Zhang Qilin.
“......”
Zhang Qilin stood rooted to the ground.
"You bastard, you're quite stubborn."
"Pa!"
The clansman walked over and slapped Zhang Qilin's tender face.
“......”
Zhang Qilin held back his tears and did not cry.
"From now on, you're under my control, understand?”
He cursed.
The clansmen reached out and picked up the little Zhang Qilin, walking into the distance.
The memory came to this point.
It suddenly stopped.
.......
Inside the International Coliseum.
Silence.
Although there were still many things that were not clear to everyone.
However, everyone had seen Zhang Qilin's encounter!
This was just a five-year-old child!
Even an adult would not be able to withstand such a huge rise and fall, but a five-year-old child was actually forced to bear it!
too pitiful
After being captured by that clansman, he didn't know what the little kylin would experience.
But one thing was certain.
Judging from the current attitude of the clansmen towards him, the little Qilin's future days would definitely not be easy!
"Daddy, wow!"
Below the stage.
Zhang Yixue cried.
Because she was an orphan herself, she knew the feeling of loneliness very well.
However, compared to his own father.
It was nothing at all!
At least in the orphanage, he had a director and companions.
However, when his father was five years old, he suddenly turned from a successor to the clan leader into a little bastard that everyone hated!
mainly
Father didn't do anything wrong!
Why did the adults vent their anger on him, who was only five years old!
Tears blurred her eyes.
Zhang Yixue looked at Zhang Qilin on the stage, her heart felt like it was being squeezed.
How much had his father suffered?
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