'Jingyi, are you listening to me? Why are you so impatient?'

"I raised you with my own hands, and I have experience in raising children. I will take care of your son from now on."

"Thinking back to when I found you, you were covered in wounds and I thought you were going to die..."

Zhang Fei's hearty voice still echoes in my ears.

Laughing, heroic, gossiping, interested, patting their chests and making plausible remarks...

That square face appeared in front of me, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, showing the generous temperament of a man who travels around the world.

Now, this heroic square face slowly overlapped with the bloody face of the corpse...

It's him!

The sword in Jing Yi's hand slipped to the ground, and in an instant, it seemed as if only he and the corpse were left in the world.

Even though it was so close, he didn't dare to get closer.

There is already a yin and yang separation between the two...

A mouthful of blood choked in his throat, and his chest surged. He spat it out suddenly, and his limp body fell forward. His legs knelt heavily on the ground, his hands trembling, and he had no idea where to start.

Blood.

It's all blood.

From head to toe, he was covered in blood and flesh, unrecognizable, with not a single intact part. Broken bones protruded out, still dripping with blood.

He knelt in front of the corpse, his eyes quickly turned red and misty, and bean-sized tears silently slid down:

"How could it be... How could it be..."

His thin lips trembled, and his voice was hoarse and panicked, "Zhang, Zhang Fei..."

He was so panicked as if he had lost his fulcrum, like a fallen leaf floating in mid-air. In the twenty-five years since he was a child, he had never felt so helpless.

He has superb martial arts skills, an independent character, and sufficient financial power. He is not afraid of anything. He has survived the pursuit of his stepmother, the death of his mother, and the loss of Qin Ye. But at this moment he was completely crushed.

He is dead.

The man who raised him died.

Before I had the chance to repay my parents for raising me, he died tragically. He clearly said that he would take care of his sons and grandchildren, so how could I break my promise?

Jing Yi's eyes turned red, his eyes trembled, and he became speechless.

Inadvertently, I saw a familiar object in the pool of blood.

Bamboo flute!

He was shocked and picked it up to have a look.

Although the bamboo flute was covered in blood, he recognized it at a glance. It was Yun Ying's!

Instantly, his eyes became fierce, and he clenched the bamboo flute tightly, tightening his five fingers tightly, pinching into the flesh and causing bleeding, with murderous rage bursting out of his scarlet eyes.

It's hatred!

Not far away.

Qin Ye bandaged Ling Qianyi's wound, stood up, and saw Jing Yi kneeling in front of the corpse. He looked closely and his chest suddenly tightened, his head dizzy, and he almost fell down.

"Wild!" Zong Zhengchen hurriedly held her waist.

She rushed forward and took another closer look.

That unrecognizable corpse was really Zhang Fei!

"How could this be!" She rushed forward and tried to grab Zhang Fei's hand, but it was blown to pieces; she wanted to grab his arm, but it was broken into pieces.

There is not a single intact place on his body.

All blood.

Qin Ye's lips trembled, he almost lost his voice, choked, and couldn't utter a word.

Zhang Fei is dead.

Zhang Fei, who had a very good temper, was silly, loved to laugh, loved to tease little girls, and had a very kind heart, died...

Yue'er was standing aside. When she saw this scene, she lowered her head, grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, and pretended that she saw nothing.

There was some uneasiness in his eyes.

Everyone has to die, sooner or later. Zhang Fei, go with peace of mind. From now on, every Qingming Festival, I will burn lots of paper money for you.