"Pei Nansheng, you little wolf cub, get out here! What, you dare to lay a hand on your third uncle, but you don't dare to come see me?"
Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling appeared in the firelight.
Ding Yourong spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and laughed angrily: "You two wolf cubs are really lucky. The avalanche didn't kill you."
He lay submerged in his shattered limbs, writhing miserably on one side of his body.
A hint of reluctance flashed in Pei Nansheng's eyes. His third uncle had treated him well; when the family cooked delicious food, they would invite him to drink together.
Unfortunately, once his third uncle triggered an avalanche to bury them alive, that bond was broken. Even if not for himself and Zuo Ling, he couldn't help but avenge the massacre of the village for the villagers.
Ding Yourong, panting heavily, asked:
"Pei Nansheng, your uncle is dying. For the sake of how well I've treated you in the past, tell me the truth: how was the patriarch moved to the bomb site?"
Pei Nansheng looked at Zuo Ling. His uncle had asked the wrong person. He didn't know how Zuo Ling had done it either.
With a thud, a person appeared out of thin air in front of Ding Yourong.
Ding Yourong's eyes widened: "Jiaojiao..."
Didn't Jiaojiao fall off a cliff?
His pupils dilated, and he gasped for breath, his mouth agape: "So...it was...you!"
My heart is filled with bitterness. Oh, patriarch, our whole family has been tricked by your granddaughter.
The frozen ground was cold, and Ding Jiaojiao was hurt from the fall. She woke up with a start, touched her head, looked around, and took a breath of extremely cold air, which made her shiver.
The fire crackled and popped, and scattered human limbs lay not far away, along with a charred corpse. And then there was the person before them…
"Third...Third Uncle."
Ding Jiaojiao screamed, "What happened? Where did Uncle's lower body go?"
Ding Yourong managed a weak smile, forcing himself to speak:
“Jiao…Jiaojiao, your…grandfather and parents…are all…dead. We, uncle and niece…will walk the…road to the underworld together, so we can keep each other company. When we get to the underworld, we won’t be…lonely.”
Ding Jiaojiao shrank back in fear. What was Uncle San saying? Who wants to go to the underworld with you?
A cold, icy female voice came from above:
“Ding Jiaojiao, we’re letting you out so your third uncle can tell you who your real father is, so you won’t die without knowing which grave to visit.”
Ding Jiaojiao cried out in anguish, "Zuo Ling!"
Upon seeing Pei Nansheng beside Zuo Ling, she recalled what had happened before she fainted, and the hatred in her eyes was impossible to suppress.
"Pei Nansheng, why? You're her brother, and you're also my brother. We grew up together, why are you siding with her?"
Zuo Ling slapped Ding Jiaojiao across the face:
"Get this straight. We released you not so you could interrogate him, but so you'd know who your real father is."
Zuo Ling was strong, and her blows loosened Ding Jiaojiao's teeth. The taste of rust filled her mouth. She was used to being arrogant and could not bear such humiliation. She pounced on Zuo Ling and started tearing at her.
Zuo Ling kicked her kneecap with a crack, and Ding Jiaojiao slid a long way, crashing right into Ding Yourong's broken limb.
The numbness had just worn off when Ding Yourong was in the most pain from his injury. Ding Jiaojiao's collision caused him to cough up blood several times, and he looked like he was about to meet the King of Hell.
"Ding Jiaojiao, your third uncle is about to die. If you don't hurry up and ask who your real father is, you will die with regrets."
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