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The next day!

Jizhou City, Chen's mansion.

Lights are decorated everywhere, and there is a festive atmosphere.

Today is the 60th birthday of Chen Xiong, the master of the Chen family. Countless officials and nobles came to celebrate Mr. Chen’s birthday.

Today, Chen Xiong was wearing a Baifu Tang suit, carrying his 40-year-old rear wife Hai Xin, his son Chen Jiandong, and his family servants from a large gang to entertain the guests who came to celebrate their birthday.

"Congratulations!"

"Congratulations to Mr. Chen for being as blessed as the East Sea as long as the South Mountain!"

Those who came to celebrate Chen Xiong's birthday were famous figures in the northern and underground circles of the capital.

Chen Xiong's face was flushed and contented.

The Chen family was able to come from their hometown in Donghai to the north, and gain a foothold in the north, becoming a wealthy family in the north.

Chen Xiong is quite proud of his achievements!

But he had long forgotten that he had no today without his ex-wife's support and company.

The butler Wang Fu came over at this time and said respectfully: "Master, Madam, the guests are all here, and the time is almost done. Did you ask the kitchen to start serving food and hold a banquet?"

Chen Xiong smiled and was about to nod.

But at this moment, a group of people suddenly came outside the door and said loudly that they were here to give gifts to Mr. Chen.

Today is Chen Xiong's happy day. There is no reason to refuse when guests come to give gifts. He said happily: "Who is giving gifts? Let them present the gifts."

Dian Chu walked in with eighteen men wearing black suits, each man holding a scroll in his hand.

Countless guests at the scene exclaimed when they saw this scene.

"Oh my God, who is giving gifts? Such a big show."

"Yes, all eighteen people are holding scrolls in their hands. It should be eighteen famous calligraphy and paintings!"

"Tsk tsk, how can you do something extraordinary? Mr. Chen is still worthy of face."

Chen Xiong, Mrs. Haixin and others listened to the guests' exclamations and discussions, and their faces were gloomy.

Dian Chu did not report his identity, but only ordered the eighteen subordinates behind him to line up in a word, and then said loudly: "Open the gift and let Mr. Chen see it."

Hurry!

Eighteen people, the eighteen scrolls in their hands, unfolded together.

The eighteen paintings have a unified style, but they are all hell, and the eighteen levels of hell.

Each painting is a layer of hell, and there are ghost messengers in each layer of hell who are torturing a man and a woman.

What are the hell of the sword mountain and the hell of the oil pot, everything is available.

Chen Xiong, Mrs. Haixin, and everyone at the scene were all shocked.

On Mr. Chen’s 60th birthday, a great day, someone actually gave him the 18th floor hell map. What does this mean?

Before Chen Xiong could get angry, someone immediately exclaimed: "Look carefully, every picture of hell, the men and women who were tortured by ghost messengers are all Mr. Chen and Mrs. Haixin!"

What!

When Chen Xiong and Mrs. Haixin heard this, they quickly looked at the hell picture carefully.

Sure enough, the eighteen pictures of hell were all tortured by ghost messengers.

Chen Xiong and Mrs. Haixin were so angry that they were trembling all over. They just wanted to ask someone to blow out Dian Chu and other rioters.

But at this time, another group of people came to the front yard gate outside.

These people were dressed in mourning, playing the sorrows of the dead for funerals, and carrying a coffin in.

Some people were scattering paper money, while others cried: "Master Chen Xiong, Mrs. Haixin, you two died so miserably..."

Everyone at the scene was dumbfounded!

Mrs. Haixin's pretty face turned pale and her whole body was trembling.

Chen Xiong was even more angry and his blood pressure soared, and his temples leaped violently, almost making him vomit blood and fall into a coma.
Chapter completed!