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This answer was both unexpected and reasonable. Jiang Yingyue's eyes immediately became complicated. Qin Zheng in the illusion was also holding the Thunder Sword. Could it be that among the five people from back then, Qin Zheng was the owner of the Thunder Sword?

“I’ve had an eye disease since I was a child, and even when I’m with my sister, I still get looked down upon.” Feng Shi’s tone was very calm, as if he wasn’t recounting his own experience, but rather introducing someone else’s story. “If it weren’t for her, how could anyone else have obtained the divine artifact?”

As if resonating with something, the Thunder Sword shone brightly in Qin Huang's hand: "She is the true owner of the Thunder Sword. How dare you thieves take this sword?"

Qin Huang put his left hand on the blindfold. Underneath the blindfold, there were no eyeballs left. For today, he was even willing to destroy his own eyes, just to hone his unparalleled hearing: "Didn't you want to know what happened nineteen years ago? I'll tell you, your father Jiang Yuan, in order to monopolize the Thunder Sword, conspired with four other people to kill Qin Zheng."

"Bullshit!" Jiang Yingyue could no longer tolerate his words. Just how many stories had Bai Yu fabricated to smear Jiang Yuan? "Your sister's death was because of a monster called Night Spirit!"

"Oh?" Qin Huang snorted coldly. "I knew you'd say that."

Immediately afterwards, he plunged the Thunder Sword into the ground. Instantly, those strange lights formed the scene from before. The other four were still alive, but Qin Zheng had already fallen to the ground.

“Back then, I buried my sister myself. Every wound on her body matched the weapons of the remaining men. Where is this so-called Night Spirit?” Qin Huang’s tone turned accusatory. He really wanted to expose Jiang Yingyue’s disguise. “If it weren’t for Jiang Yuan, she could have come back alive. What your father owed, I will make you pay back double.”

As he spoke, Qin Huang raised the Thunder Sword again. Now, killing Jiang Yingyue would be an easy task for him.

Jiang Yingyue knew in her heart that the truth in Qin Huang's eyes was definitely wrong. After all, even Jiang Shiyi said that the Night Spirit did exist. So how could Qin Zheng's injuries be explained?

She recalled that on her journey to Rifeng Mountain, Ji Yinglei had told her many stories. She had visited libraries in different places, but there were very few records about Night Spirits. These creatures were extremely rare. Ji Yinglei had only seen them by chance: they were creatures that only appeared at night, and legend had it that only the sun could kill them. But most importantly, Night Spirits could parasitize people.

A terrifying thought gradually took shape in Jiang Yingyue's mind: "Qin Zheng is that Ye Ling."

"What did you say?" Qin Huang was stunned for a moment, then was overwhelmed by a raging fire. "Say it again!"

"No matter how many times I say it, it's the same. Qin Zheng is that Night Spirit." Jiang Yingyue's tone became increasingly firm as she stared at Qin Huang's twitching lips. "Think about it carefully. Is it possible for a Night Spirit to be hidden in the sword box without anyone noticing?"

"Enough!"

"The only person who ever came into contact with the sword case and carried it on his back was one person."

"I've said enough!" Qin Huang completely lost control of his emotions and rushed towards Jiang Yingyue like a madman. She quickly dodged the attack and kept telling Qin Huang the truth.

“Night Spirits can parasitize human bodies, and Qin Zheng is the best target for it.” Jiang Yingyue used Nine Heavens to block the Thunder Sword and said the words Qin Huang least wanted to hear in front of him, “It’s true that the others killed her, because that was not the real Qin Zheng at all. Even if they were reluctant, they had no choice but to do so. That is the truth.”

How could Qin Huang accept such a reason? How could he accept this seemingly reasonable excuse and allow those people to take Qin Zheng's life?

"I don't care what the reason is. Do you think I'll forgive you just like that?" Qin Huang gripped his sword tightly. "You're wrong. I'll only want you to pay with your life even more."

Seeing Qin Huang rush over again, so fast that even Jiang Yingyue couldn't react in time, before Jiu Xiao could block him, his sword was already in front of her. With a crisp sword sound, Jiu Xiao's bowstring snapped.