"What is Shiming doing in the house every day?" Marquis Zhenbei muttered to himself.
But he soon found out.
He walked to Shimin's bed, looking at the messy bedding, and... two pillows, and... a bellyband...
He was so frightened that he staggered and fell to the ground, his legs going weak.
"Ah, ah, ah..."
"A ghost...a ghost..."
After saying that, he suddenly got up from the ground and ran out shouting wildly.
Not long after the Marquis of Zhenbei left, the gate creaked shut with an eerie sound.
The Marquis of Zhenbei hid inside the house, shivering with cold despite being wrapped in a thin blanket.
Shiming... he's probably possessed...
Just then, Zou Shuang'er cried out in the corridor, "Master, Master, where are you?"
"Shiming...Shiming got beaten up..."
"Master, please save him..."
The Marquis of Zhenbei ripped off the bedding with both hands and then suddenly stood up from the bed.
"You got beaten up?"
“Shiming…”
“Shiming…”
He muttered a couple of words, then rushed out frantically.
Where is it? Where is it?
Zou Shuang'er grabbed Zhenbei Hou's hands as if she had seen a savior.
"Master, sob sob sob... Shiming's hand... please go and take a look."
Marquis Zhenbei was extremely anxious and prepared to rush to the arena.
When he arrived at the gate of the Marquis's mansion, he found a large crowd of people gathered there, and he had a bad feeling.
"Father, Father, it hurts so much."
Upon hearing the sound, the Marquis of Zhenbei abruptly lowered his head and looked at his son, who was curled up in a corner, covered in blood that had stained the ground red.
He crouched down in fear, reaching out a trembling hand to touch his body, "Shiming?"
Her body was still the same as when he had just touched it; her body... was as cold as if it had come from an ice cellar.
"father."
"Shiming, weren't you going to participate in the martial arts examination? How did it turn out like this?" As he spoke, the Marquis of Zhenbei's voice trembled violently.
"Father, son..." Lin Shixuan curled up on the ground, his whole body trembling with pain, and even speaking became a luxury, with large drops of sweat falling down.
With the slightest movement, the blood on his body flowed even faster.
Zou Shuang'er ran out of the door and burst into tears upon seeing her son's appearance.
"My son, my son, how could you have become like this?"
"Who is it? Who did this to you?"
"Waaaaah..."
The Marquis of Zhenbei's eyes reddened.
The onlookers below pointed and whispered amongst themselves.
"How dare someone so young administer a purgative to someone? Isn't that forcing them to kill him?"
"Tsk tsk, yes, it's already a mercy that they spared our lives."
"Martial arts competitions have always been civilized contests, but this Lin family kid has ulterior motives and dares to cheat in secret."
"Yeah, he deserved to have his hands chopped off. His life is probably ruined for now."
"With the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion in such a state, how can this son be raised?"
"Hard to say..."
Hearing what the people outside were saying, Zou Shuang'er angrily ran to the front and roared:
"No, my son wouldn't do that."
"He's kind-hearted, why would he secretly poison someone?"
"Don't talk nonsense..."
"Shiming—"
As the Marquis of Zhenbei roared, Zou Shuang'er ran back.
Seeing her son on the verge of death, she shook the Marquis of Zhenbei in despair, "My lord, please, go and fetch a doctor!"
"I beg you, we only have these two children left. What will we do if something happens to Shiming too?"
"The Lin family line is about to end..."
Marquis Zhenbei touched the few copper coins he had left, stood up crying, and said, "I'll go and invite them right away, I'll go right away."
The Lin family line cannot end; it cannot.
He stumbled and pushed his way through the crowd, running towards the street outside.
"Shiming, hang in there! Your father has gone to fetch the doctor. It'll be over soon, almost there..."
"Ugh..." Lin Shiming cried and shook his head, the excruciating pain in his arm contorting his face.
Why, why isn't Lin Chang'an here?
He clearly remembered that Lin Chang'an had signed up, so how come he wasn't?
In a daze, a cliff appeared before his eyes, with a deep abyss hundreds of meters below. The surroundings were shrouded in mist, and he could faintly hear the howling of wolves below.
He was pushing a person in a wheelchair step by step toward the cliff.
The person in the wheelchair seemed to sense panic, shaking their head repeatedly and making muffled noises.
Just as they were nearing the edge of the cliff, the person in the wheelchair suddenly turned around and looked in his direction.
Lin Shiming saw the man's face and screamed in terror.
"ah--"
Lin Chang'an?
Why was he pushing Lin Chang'an?
The next second, he used all his strength to push the wheelchair toward the cliff, taking the boy in it with him.
Lin Shiming was terrified, shocked, and finally went mad.
"Ahhhhhh..."
Seeing her son suddenly go mad, Zou Shuang'er was so frightened that she quickly stopped him, crying out:
"Shiming, Shiming, you and I are your mother, you can't do this. Even if you lose your hands, your mother will still take care of you."
"Shiming, your father has already gone to fetch a doctor, you can't..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Shiming suddenly closed his eyes and collapsed.
"Shiming—"
The Marquis of Zhenbei dragged the doctor to the door, looked at his son lying in a pool of blood, and the copper coin in his hand clattered to the ground.
"Shiming—"
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