The memories ended, and there was only dead silence in the house.

Jiang Ziyou looked at the people around him who all had sad faces, and was the first to break the silence, shaking his head and saying, "What a tragic story."

"My dad actually did such a thing!" Yin Ci chopped the table in half with a sword, his face turned red and white, and he roared almost madly: "Why would this happen! Why would my dad do such a thing? Why did it have to be my dad? Why!!!"

Yin Ci lowered his head, veins popping out on his forehead, his black eyes fixed on the ground, and he gripped the sword tighter and tighter. He almost cried, "Why is it my father——"

"Junior brother, calm down." Jiang Ziyu reached out to pull him, but he was thrown away fiercely.

"Leave me alone!" Yin Ci turned around and roared, his handsome features a little distorted, and the blood-red tear mole under his eye was shockingly bright, as if it was about to drip blood.

"Yin..." A cultivator wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he didn't know what stance to take, so he kept his mouth shut.

Should he call him Master Yin again? He suddenly couldn't bring himself to call him that. Should he call him Yin Ci? It still felt awkward.

A sob was heard in the house.

Just when everyone thought they had heard wrongly, Yin Ci suddenly sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

Everyone was stunned, even Jiang Ziyu was stunned.

In Ri Mu, the pampered, young and famous, proud and noble young master lost his image for the first time and cried uncontrollably, with snot and tears all over his face.

"Awoo~" Coal Ball patted his legs gently, as if to comfort him.

"How am I going to face my father in the future? I hate him so much. I hate him for doing this. He deserves to die. He deserves to die for his own evil deeds!... But I can't bear to see him die... Wuwuwu, why is he my father?"

He cried so sadly that he covered his face and tears flowed from his fingertips.

Song Shi knocked him unconscious with a knife, threw him to Jiang Ziyou, and said coldly: "Your expression of blaming others for your fate is annoying."

A monk asked, "What should we do now? Go back to Rimu and expose Yin Ruoxu?"

Song Shi was so angry that he laughed: "What are you kidding? Going back now? Walking into a trap? Would someone like Yin Ruoxu allow someone who knows this secret to live in the world?"

"So what do you want to do?"

Song Shi said: "I have sealed Shen Susu's memory with the recording stone. Let's leave here first, and then make Yin Ruoxu's crimes public. Let the hundreds of immortal sects punish this scum."

"Okay." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Yin Buqi glanced at Song Shi without saying anything, and concentrated on bandaging the wound on Jiang Niannian's arm.

They dug a grave for Shen Susu, buried her properly, and then left.

When the people of Qinghe Town knew that they were leaving, they gave away their most valuable things in their homes to express their gratitude. Many people said it was a piece of cake and did not accept any.

After discussion, for safety reasons, everyone decided to hide for a while in Shuiyun Sect, one of the four major sects.

Along the way, Jiang Niannian felt a little melancholy.

"Niannian, what are you thinking about?" Yin Buqi shared a sword with her and hugged her from behind.

Jiang Niannian sighed: "I just feel a little emotional...Does your father's affairs have any impact on you?"

Yin Buqi lowered his eyes and said calmly, "In my heart, that man is no longer my father, so whether he is dead or alive has nothing to do with me."

"That's fine..." Jiang Niannian murmured.

In the novel, the path to becoming an immortal is difficult at every step. Failure in overcoming the calamity is common, and murder and theft also happen from time to time. It is difficult to use so-called morality to restrain any cultivator.

If you fall behind, you will be beaten; being weak is the original sin.

To a monk without moral sense, mortals are like ants, to be slaughtered at will.

Although she couldn't get used to it, she had no power to change the world's view of the world.

No wonder her teachers kept repeating in her ears during school: "Novels are all heresy! Textbooks are the right path!"

As the sun set, everyone found an inn to stay in.

The inn was a bit remote, and they were the only visitors.

Yin Ci and Tang Murou have woken up.

Tang Murou listened to the male cultivator's explanation of what had happened.

"Junior brother..." Jiang Ziyu has always been slow in dealing with feelings and didn't know what to say to comfort him.

Yin Ci did not react at all, as if he had lost his hearing. His eyes were empty and lifeless, and he kept muttering, "Why is it my father? Why is it my father..."

Everyone was sitting at the table waiting for the waiter to serve the food; the atmosphere was indescribably depressing and gloomy.

Song Shi seemed to be in a good mood. He was cracking melon seeds and sipping the tea from the cup on the table.

Yin Buqi looked at Song Shi, his jade-white fingers tapping on the wooden table intermittently.

Song Shi raised his eyes and met his gaze. He stopped what he was doing and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Yin Buqi lowered his eyelashes, with a cold tone that was aloof and distant. There was a cold light in the corners of his eyes, so strange, like a dagger. He opened his thin red lips and said, "Should I call you Song Shi, Shen Yu, or Xiao Yu'er?"

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned to Song Shi, even Yin Ci, whose vision was almost out of focus, raised his head and looked at him blankly.

Jiang Niannian was a little confused, "Buqi, what are you talking about?"

Song Shi's hand holding the teacup paused slightly, and then as if he had heard some incredible joke, his fingertips pressed against his forehead, his shoulders trembled, and he laughed so hard that he fell back and forth, unable to control himself, and only managed to hold on to the table.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, Yin Buqi, you really have a rich imagination hahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"

"When I first saw Xiao Yu'er, I only thought she was three-quarters similar to Shen Yu. After all, people's appearance changes as they grow up. This is just one of the coincidences." Yin Buqi took a sip of tea and continued, "Shen Susu, Xiao Yu'er, Shen Yu, the connection between the three names doesn't need me to explain. This is the second coincidence. And... before the Yin Ling disappeared, it wasn't about killing Yu, but Shen Yu, right?"

After hearing this, Song Shi smiled even more: "That's the similarity between Xiao Yu'er and Shen Yu. What does it have to do with me, Song Shi?"

Yin Buqi said, "The same white jade flute, with the same color, style, and shape, even the same notch, appeared on three people. Is this still a coincidence?"

Song Shi slowly stood up, casually brushed off the dust on his white robe, and said calmly, "So what?"

This voice is Shen Yu!

He put his white hand on his face, and when he lowered it again, he looked familiar to everyone.

Jiang Niannian asked: "So it was you who secretly changed the formation?"

Shen Yu smiled meaningfully: "It's someone else."

Tang Murou slammed the table and said angrily: "Shen Yu, as a doctor, you have lost all conscience and caused dozens of monks to die tragically at the hands of evil spirits. Heaven cannot forgive you! Are you still a human being? Yin Buqi, if you are a righteous person, kill him now and get rid of this evil for the people!"

Many people were shocked by Tang Murou's words. Their lips moved slightly, as if to say - you might have a serious illness.

The next second, she was knocked unconscious by the male cultivator next to her.

It's so ridiculous and bloody. The heroine's brain must be full of mush.

You actually say such things at this time.

There was a loud bang, thunder exploded, and heavy rain dripped down the eaves.

The house fell silent again.

The steaming hot dishes were served on the table, but no one picked up their chopsticks.

Yin Ci, who had been in a trance, suddenly spoke: "...Can you let my father go?"