Fortunately, Zhu Fengfeng is here now, so it is not so troublesome to open the altar. Even so, it is almost dusk to open the altar. In the sky, thick dark clouds are pressing over and over again, slowly advancing.

Little Red Packet was still in a coma, but Wen Jing, who was standing by, clearly felt that the scorching heat wave on his son had obviously dissipated.

"Son, wake up. You are already the head of the Shen family. The youngest head of the Shen family. Wake up quickly. Mom will take you to patrol your future country."

Two generations of heads coexist, so many things don’t need to be so troublesome. Zhu Fengfeng just needs to print the head of the family on his son’s neck and confirm his identity at the altar.

Originally, the new head of the family needed to enter the library herself to be recognized, but now the library has become ruins, and she cares more about the chaotic cultural relics on the ground.

"The head of the family, it's raining outside..." Looking at Zhu Fengfeng kneeling there, the head of the hometown was anxious.

Even though the library has become a piece of wood chip, the patterns on the ground are still obvious, and they dare not go over easily, but those are the foundations of the Shen family. Do you really have to watch the rain?

"You guys go back first, I'll deal with it here, there will be no problem."

After everyone left worriedly, Zhu Fengfeng hugged his son bulkyly and opened the cave.

Outsiders say that the Shen family has treasures, but they don’t know where they are. Why are there so many treasures not necessarily? But she knows.

"Son, mom has already praised Haikou. If you don't wake up, you will really have to take it off. Can you put away the things in the library first?"

The key has long since disappeared from her. Now the only one who can communicate is the little guy who sleeps peacefully in her arms.

"Baby, it's raining." Outside, Wen Jing hugged his daughter and wiped the wetness on his face, and was equally nervous.

Those things are real treasures and cultural treasures that cannot be underestimated. It would be a pity that they were really soaked.

"Son, stop sleeping. Have you heard what my father said? Wake up quickly and ask Xiaolong to put away the treasures in the library. Hurry up, please wake up quickly... Son? How about it? Are you feeling uncomfortable? "

"Mother?"

"Mom is here, do you feel uncomfortable or have a headache? Is it uncomfortable?"

The person who was begging just now looked at his son with surprise, touched his face, pinched his hands, cried and laughed, and tears fell down.

"Baby, it's too late!" Outside, Wen Jing's voice was a little tight, and a lightning flashed down. There were shadows of trees in the distance, looking like countless beasts, trying to devour everything in front of him.

"Son, silently recite in his heart, put away the library, and all treasures must not be lost, hurry..."

"Mom..." Xiao Hongbao felt very tired. He had a long dream, and every inch of his skin was sore. However, looking at his mother's nervous and serious face, he still listened to his mother's words obediently.

Zhu Fengfeng and Wen Jing withdrew from the gate of the cave. Looking at the already gloomy sky, their nervous hearts were about to jump out of their throats.

"Brother..." Xiao Nuannuan was wrapped around her head from head to toe in her father's suit. She didn't understand the nervousness of her parents, but just listened to her brother awakening and was very happy.

"Be good, I will come out when my brother finishes his work. Don't bother me..."

Zhu Fengfeng heard the heavy sound inside, heard the crackling sound of countless things being turned out, and his eyebrows pounded.

The ancestor of the Shen family really likes to show off their wealth. When is it time? Why don’t you hurry up and work?

"Don't be nervous, it's already this point. You have done everything you can do, leave it to fate."

Although he was also very sorry that those things were destroyed, such mysterious things were not something that could be controlled by humans.

"I know……"

The waiting time was long and suffocating. Zhu Fengfeng looked at the phone with only ten minutes, but she felt that she had been tense all day long, and her heart was about to collapse.

Suddenly, with a loud howling sound, the sky suddenly brightened, and Zhu Fengfeng felt a faint urge to kneel down and worship. Not only her, but Wen Jing was also uncomfortable, and big drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

"Hurry up..." Xin Ning's hoarse voice was filled with abnormal powerlessness. Zhu Fengfeng wanted to go in and take a look, but found that she could not enter the underground cave anymore?!

"Son, son, what's wrong with you? Tell mom, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom, I'm fine..." Looking at the blood patterns that are getting darker and darker in the palm of your hand, the little red envelope is in tears. How could he be fine?

Mom didn’t know that there were restrictions on underground caves, and it could not be separated from underground caves. If you want to go out, you can only temporarily open the restrictions by the gatekeeper, which is the price...

The whistling outside was filled with joy, but it was not really a matter of freedom. Zhu Fengfeng and Wen Jing looked clearly at the library that had been standing for thousands of years and had collapsed. All the collections were like legs growing, and disappeared completely, leaving only the old and precious wood chips on the ground.

"I can't do it anymore..."

It took another ten minutes before Zhu Fengfeng was allowed to enter the cave. Looking at his son who was unconscious again on the ground, Zhu Fengfeng did not dare to move.

"It should be fine. Take my son out first. It rained too heavily outside, so it must be closed here immediately."

In just a few minutes, heavy rain poured down. Wen Jing had no time to explain, holding a child in one hand and hurried into the altar with Zhu Fengfeng.

At this time, only the altar can be entered. The housing prepared for them is too far away, and the road is slippery, so it is not safe.

It rained all night and no one was sleeping in the entire Shenjia Village. Some were worried about the ancient books in the library, some were shocked by the loud and shocking dragon roar before, and some were regretful for the child who was unconscious again.

The heavy rain did not stop until dawn the next day, but unexpectedly, the sun would rise as usual, completely unaffected by the heavy rain last night.

"The head of the family...the head of the family..."

The rest of the village were the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. As the most powerful young man, Shen Qingyuan carried a stick, one deep and one shallow, and stepped on the ground. Looking at the ruins of the library that were washed away by heavy rain and nothing left, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

"Brother Qingyuan, please help us prepare some food for us... It's okay, and the library has not suffered much loss."

"Really?" The hoarse voice, like the long-awaited old man who had been sick, even heard the trembling in his voice.

"I will explain to everyone after I've handled it here. The children were scared for a night and needed something to eat."

"I'll make arrangements right now!"

At the altar, I coaxed Nuannuan to eat something and checked carefully. Xinning was just a little weak and was not seriously injured. Zhu Fengfeng breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against Wen Jing to close his eyes and rest.

The air in the mountains was very good, especially when it rained heavily, and even the soil was fresh. Nuannuan couldn't sit still. After the ground outside was dried, she couldn't help but run out to play.

"Don't let Nuannuan run around."

"It's okay, Shen Qingyuan is watching and sleeping with peace of mind." This day and night, she was very sad and shocked, and the little girl's face looked even worse than her son.

"Well, when my son wakes up, you call me."
Chapter completed!