After walking past a huge screen with a picture of the dragon entering the clouds, the waves and the others came to the captain's room of the Zigui.

This is actually Du Fuwei's luxurious private cabin, if it weren't for the Lang Chuyun leading, Wan Wan and the others might not have the opportunity to enter this cabin in their lives.

In the gossip-shaped hall, there are thousands of antique demon soldiers of all kinds, from strange weapons to different styles of armor, all of which exude a strong sense of antiquity and bursts of slaughter.

Du Fuwei was wearing a gray robe at this time, sitting at a long table, holding tools to carefully clean a piece of dirty and tattered golden armor.

He frowned slightly when he heard someone enter the room, and after carefully putting down his tools, he slowly raised his head.

Because Lang Chuanyun's figure was very burly, Du Fuwei sat on the chair, and he didn't see Fan Liangji and the others behind him, so after he smiled, he said to Lang Chuanyun very casually: "Oh, it turns out that you are here? With that, he turned to his feet and walked towards the giant wine cabinet on his left.

At this moment, when Lang Chuanyun really faced Du Fuwei, he was completely speechless, and he didn't know how to tell the tragic news of Wukong's death to the lord opposite.

As soon as Lang Chuyun stepped into the rivers and lakes, and before he broke out of the name of Nuoda, he met Du Fuwei.

At that time, after Du Fuwei chatted with Lang Chuanyun casually, he directly gave Lang Chuanyun a large sum of money and hired him to help him find his son on the rivers and lakes.

This search, the waves turned over the clouds and searched for a full ten years.

Du Fuwei has never let Lang Chuanyun help him do anything else, even if Lang Chuanyun is already the number one master in the world, the task he gave Lang Chuanyun is still just looking for his son.

When Wukong came to Liyang and met Du Fuwei, Lang Chuyun no longer had any tasks, and became a free and easy Jianghu guest again.

However, ten years later, Lang Chuanyun was tired of the fighting in the rivers and lakes, and only wanted to live peacefully with his wife, so after Du Fuwei chatted with him casually, he gave the entire Nujiao Island directly to Lang Chuanyun.

Not only that, Du Fuwei also gave Lang Chuanyun a large sum of money enough to spend the rest of his life in peace, which was composed of various warriors who were proficient in water warfare.

From that day on, Lang Chuanyun knew that he was also a man with a lord, so when he heard that Du Fuwei was going to lead the army to destroy Liang, he secretly followed Nanliang with a single sword.

But...... , he didn't expect that for the first time in his life, he wanted to do a useful thing for his lord, but he just wanted to tell the lord the shocking news that the young lord died in Nanliang!

Therefore, after thinking about it for a long time, Lang Chuyun lowered his head and finally did not do this useful thing.

When Du Fuwei picked up the wine and glass, and turned around with a smile, he glanced at the people behind Lang Chuanyun.

Then, the wine and glass in his hand all fell to the ground and shattered, Du Fuwei looked at Wukong's corpse in a daze, and after a long time, he suddenly covered his heart and slammed it to the ground.

After Lang Chuyun instantly supported Du Fuwei, looking at the lord's eyes at this time, he looked sad and wanted to quickly say some words of comfort, but when those words were already on his lips, he couldn't spit out a word.

Du Fuwei lay in the arms of the waves, and after relieving for a while, he suddenly struggled, and his voice was extremely hoarse and ordered: "Help, help me over!"

So, after Lang Chuyun helped Du Fuwei up, he carefully hugged him and slowly walked towards Fan Liangji.

When he took a step, Du Fuwei's tears could not stop flowing, and when he walked in front of Wukong's corpse, Du Fuwei's entire shirt was soaked with tears.

Holding Wukong's corpse with both hands, Du Fuwei instantly knelt on the ground, and cried out in misery.

Looking at the overlord in front of him, who was once fierce and powerful and proud of the southeast for decades, is now like an ordinary old man who has lost his child, crying blood, despair and grief, everyone present does not dare to come forward to comfort him.

After crying for a long time, Du Fuwei wiped away his tears, then picked up his son's body with trembling hands, and slowly walked to the beautiful little table next to the big table, and carefully put Wukong on the small chair that no one had ever sat on.

After gently stroking Wukong's chubby face, Du Fuwei turned around calmly, walked to his long table with blood-red eyes, and then picked up a small hammer on the table and gently knocked on the small bell placed next to it.

Soon, two guards came to the house, bowed their heads and waited for Du Fuwei's order.

"Within five minutes, call me Xu Shiji, Shan Yongxin, Jing Jiashi, Princess Yicheng, Xuruowu, Wang Xingdan, and Zhan Ling, go ahead. With that, he returned to Goku's corpse, knelt on the ground, and stared at the corpse without saying a word.

Three minutes later, Xu Shiji and the others rushed into the house in a hurry under the coercion of a bunch of samurai.

As soon as they saw the corpse of Wukong behind the small table, with a bright smile on his face, as if he was dreaming, the entire heart of Xu Shiji and the others suddenly stopped beating on the spot.

Du Fuwei took a deep breath, slowly turned his head, and after glancing at everyone one by one with blood-red eyes, he said, "My son is gone, and I will leave soon." But...... Before I go, I'm going to give my son a good send-off. Therefore, I will dye the river red with blood to comfort my son's spirit in heaven. Who would dare to oppose ...... Die. With that, he gently pressed a secret mechanism under the small table.

As the mechanism was pressed, the entire room was completely sealed, and from the hidden vents in the room, a colorless and odorless poisonous gas began to be released, which could fill the entire room in only about half a minute at most.

After smiling casually, Du Fuwei struggled to get up, sat back in his chair, and then calmly looked at the crowd, waiting for their dissuasion.

Everyone didn't know that the mechanism in the room had been activated, and after listening to Du Fuwei's crazy decision, they all began to think quickly in their hearts, how to dissuade Du Fuwei, and don't do such a stupid thing that angers people and has been stinking for thousands of years.

However, before they could come up with a reason, everyone, including the waves, felt their minds dizzy, and they all fell to the ground limply.

Seeing that everyone was restrained, Du Fuwei crossed his hands and pressed his abdomen, and said calmly: "Why did my son attack Nanliang, and why did he mobilize the troops of the whole country to do this? You all understand, and I understand. However, you were reluctant to take the military power at that time, and I was worried that he would act in a hurry, so we vetoed his decision together. At this point, his tears suddenly flowed, and then, while crying, he continued.

"Unexpectedly, my son left Yuzhang in a negative mood because of this. Unexpectedly...... Unexpectedly...... Unexpectedly...... , I deserve to die, you deserve to die, we are all to blame. Therefore, except for Xiao Lang, Brother Xu, Xingdan, and Xiao Ling, after I have washed Nanliang in blood, the rest of you will ...... and accompany me to my son, and kowtow to him ....... Before Du Fuwei finished speaking like crazy, Shi Jiajing suddenly shouted in shock and anger.

"He's not dead——! he's not dead——! he's definitely not dead——! bastard——! how long are you going to pretend to be ——!" Shi Jiajing glared at Wukong's corpse, and scolded with fire-breathing eyes.