Lu Jingzhi's eyes scanned the entire room eagerly, finally stopping on the bed.
I was shocked to see that my father Lu Cheng was lying there quietly, covered with a white sheet.
But the sheet was already stained red with blood, which was shocking!
Those eyes, which were originally deep and bright, were now deeply sunken, like two springs that had dried up for a long time and could no longer gush out the vitality of life.
His face was as pale as a piece of thin paper, completely bloodless, and even had a slight bluish tint.
"father!"
A shrill cry echoed throughout the room, and Lu Jingzhi's tears burst out like a flood.
He staggered and rushed to the bedside anxiously, shaking his father's already stiff body with his hands desperately, trying to wake up the sleeping Lu Cheng.
At the same time, Mulian's healing power was continuously released from his hands.
A green light enveloped the person on the bed, but no matter how hard they tried, it had no effect at all.
"Madam, why...why is this happening?" Lu Jingzhi turned his head and looked at Yan An beside him. His voice trembled and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness.
This was the first time Yan An saw him so flustered and heartbroken. The strong and confident man in the past seemed to have lost his soul.
Yan An walked over, hugged him gently, and said softly, "This means Uncle Lu has passed away, and the healing power of the wood element is powerless to save him."
Hearing these words, Lu Jingzhi's body shook violently, as if he was struck by a bolt of thunder. He froze in place, motionless.
Then, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his fists were clenched tightly. Because he clenched his fists too hard, his nails dug deep into his palms, and blood slowly flowed down his fingers.
His long, shiny black hair gradually turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it had been stained with blood.
A strong smell of blood filled the air, accompanied by a biting cold murderous intent, which made people shudder, and even the other people present couldn't help but feel terrified.
"Jingzhi, calm down, you must stay calm, don't let your blood control you."
Yan An hugged him tightly in his arms with heartache, as if he wanted to pass all the warmth to him.
Yan An gently stroked his head, hoping to give him some comfort.
He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying hard to suppress the anger that surged in like a tide.
After a while... he slowly raised his head, crystal tears sliding uncontrollably down the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision.
Through his tearful eyes, he looked at Yan An, his voice choked with sobs that he couldn't hide, "Mother...wife, can...can my father be saved?"
At this moment, memories flooded into his mind like a tide, and he remembered his miserable life in his previous life.
At that time, he was just a poor abandoned child who grew up alone in an orphanage without the love of his father or the care of his mother.
In that cold world, he learned to hide his inner pain with a smile.
After finally reaching the age of sixteen, he left the orphanage, entered society alone, and started a new life.
However, fate does not seem to favor the unfortunate.
When I was 20 years old, I stayed up late for many years and worked two jobs at the same time.
His body could not bear the strain and he eventually developed liver cancer.
The disease not only took away his hard-earned money, but also ruthlessly deprived him of his young and precious life.
But who could have thought that by some strange coincidence he would travel here.
Here, I feel unprecedented care and warmth.
The emotions that were once missing are now filling his empty heart bit by bit.
Because of this, he especially cherishes everything he has and never wants to see anyone close to him leave him.
Yan An stared at him, his heart filled with pity and heartache.
She reached out and gently wiped away the tears on his cheeks. It was the first time she realized that the man who was always laughing and a little lustful was so fragile today.
"If...if there is still a soul left in this world, even just a trace, I have the ability to refine a body for Uncle Lu and bring him back to life."
"However, his body is now as stiff as iron, and his soul has long since vanished from his body. I'm afraid... there's really no way to save him."
Hearing this, Lu Jingzhi's face turned even paler, and his expression was first filled with hope.
But then the light quickly dimmed like a candle blown out by a strong wind.
In the end, all that was left was a heartbreaking look of despair.
"Jing...Jingzhi, are you...are you okay?"
Gu Keke's face was filled with sorrow. She approached Lu Jingzhi cautiously and asked with a trembling voice, "Brother, you must be strong."
Lu Xiaoya spoke to comfort him, "Yes, we are here, and Aunt Mu is here."
Seeing this, the others also gathered around worriedly. They lowered their voices and whispered softly to comfort Lu Jingzhi.
He raised his head, his eyes scanning the people in front of him who cared about him one by one, and then he let out a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the pain and depression in his heart along with this breath of foul air.
Then he raised his arm and wiped the tear marks crisscrossing his cheeks with his sleeve casually and roughly.
"I'm fine."
Lu Jingzhi gritted his teeth and said, suppressing his grief, "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, please tell me the whole story."
"If I can't avenge this deep blood feud, my heart will never find peace, and my father won't be able to rest in peace either!"
The First and Second Elders exchanged a glance, sighed in unison, and then began to recount everything that had happened that night...
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