Zuo Ling's words were strange. What biological father? Ding Jiaojiao subconsciously looked at Ding Yourong.
For reasons unknown, Ding Yourong actually smiled.
"Jiao...Jiaojiao, you...you are...your fourth uncle's...daughter."
Much later, when Zuo Ling recalled this scene, he guessed that someone else was probably in a worse situation than him, which made Ding Yourong very happy.
Ding Jiaojiao didn't believe it: "Impossible, you're talking nonsense."
Ding Yourong's smile deepened, and his previously uneven breathing suddenly became calm:
"Your fourth uncle admitted it himself. Your father stabbed your fourth uncle to death. The Ding family was in turmoil, and your parents died too. Hahahaha... The thousand-year-old Ding family was destroyed by those two wolf cubs."
He pointed at Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling, his face ashen, his pupils gradually dilating.
Ding Jiaojiao covered her head and screamed, "You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense! I don't believe you! I don't believe you!"
A cold wind swept in, blowing up snow and sand, which covered everyone's heads and faces.
Ding Jiaojiao's scream was silenced by the snow blown into her mouth.
After a moment of silence, a familiar female voice rang out.
“Ayi”.
Ding Jiaojiao suddenly looked up; it was her mother's voice.
Then a man's voice:
"Xiaomin, how's your hand? Is it reattached?"
Fourth Uncle! Ding Jiaojiao's pupils shrank sharply.
"Don't worry, I'll avenge you for cutting off your finger. I will definitely not let that bitch Zuo Ling get away with it."
"Have you found Jiaojiao yet? Ah, have you found her yet?"
"I've already sent more than twenty people to the place Pei Nansheng and the others mentioned to search, but..."
"You must find our daughter. I can't live without her. You must help me."
"Don't worry, Jiaojiao is your daughter and my daughter too. Jiaojiao is smart, she will be fine."
“I feel terrible when I think about my daughter suffering. You must find her.”
...
Ding Jiaojiao was stunned. She really was her fourth uncle's daughter! Her third uncle wasn't lying.
She looked at Pei Nansheng and roared sharply, "What happened? How could this be?"
For Pei Nansheng and Zuo Ling, several months had passed, but for Ding Jiaojiao, it was just a matter of taking a nap.
She couldn't understand why, when she woke up, the sky had fallen and the earth had collapsed.
Pei Nansheng remained silent with a blank face. He didn't like Ding Jiaojiao in the first place, but he tolerated her because they were half-bloods.
Now that he knows that the half of her bloodline has been diluted, Yanfeng is unwilling to give her another one.
Zuo Ling put Ding Jiaojiao into her spatial storage, but Pei Nansheng didn't see her do anything with her. He assumed that Zuo Ling had already secretly disposed of her, but he didn't expect Ding Jiaojiao to still be alive.
He thought to himself, "They're really good at enduring things; they've actually let their enemy live for several more months."
Zuo Ling had no interest in torturing Ding Jiaojiao. She took out a medium-sized crossbow and aimed it at Ding Jiaojiao's forehead: "Brother, do you know how Ding Jiaojiao treated me in her past life?"
Pei Nansheng's eyebrows twitched slightly, and Zuo Ling pulled the trigger.
With a soft "poof," a bloody hole appeared between Ding Jiaojiao's eyebrows, and crimson blood flew out through the back of her head.
"Left……"
As Ding Jiaojiao stared with her beautiful and charming eyes, her soul dissipated, and scenes from her past life flashed by rapidly. She saw herself in her past life, and she also saw Zuo Ling from her past life.
Back then, Zuo Ling was like a fish on a chopping board, completely at her mercy... Now I finally understand why Zuo Ling felt such intense hatred the first time we met.
With only a few flickers of firelight, Zuo Ling's fingertips flashed towards Ding Jiaojiao.
Ding Jiaojiao's body, encased in ice and snow, rose to a height of two meters, then with a crisp crack, scattered specks of crimson blood across the ground.
Zuo Ling let out a long sigh of relief; the old grudges were finally settled.
Pei Nansheng pursed his lips, activated his fire ability, and burned Ding Yourong and the mangled limbs on the ground to ashes.
The avalanche completely covered the village, and Zuo Ling couldn't tell where she was anymore. She knelt in front of the snowdrift and kowtowed several times.
The villagers were implicated and died unjustly. She should kowtow and apologize. Pei Nansheng kowtowed several times on behalf of the Ding family.
Snowflakes fell, instantly erasing all traces.
"Let's go. It's a good thing to die a quick and painless death in the apocalypse. At least Grandma won't have to suffer."
Thinking to himself, Zuo Ling came back for two reasons: first, to see her grandmother, and second, to ask her about what happened back then. Her grandmother was gone, and the past had gone with her; no one knew what had happened.
Zuo Ling glared at him. Is that how you advise someone?
“Am I wrong? We don’t have to resort to cannibalism, we don’t have to go hungry or cold, we don’t have to worry about our supplies being stolen, we don’t have to live in fear, and we don’t have to be wary of people’s hearts.”
Pei Nansheng softened his voice and continued:
“I consider myself to have a strong survival ability, but I’m still struggling to survive the constant natural disasters. If it weren’t for you, Xiao Hao and I would definitely be in a terrible state. What makes the Zuo family so special? Their chances of surviving are almost zero, let alone my elderly and frail grandmother.”
I know Pei Nansheng is telling the truth, but the truth is the hardest to hear.
"What happened today was not your fault, so don't dwell on it. You have avenged Grandma's family, and Grandma won't blame you. Heaven and earth will be your grave, and ice and snow will accompany you. With familiar neighbors by your side, Grandma will not be lonely in the afterlife."
As Pei Nansheng spoke, he pulled Zuo Ling back.
It was freezing cold, and Xiao Hao was still waiting for them. If they delayed any longer, they would freeze to death.
He knew that Zuo Ling couldn't bear to see her grandmother without a funeral ceremony, but who said that a person must have a funeral ceremony after death?
Heaven and earth are my tomb, and my family is by my side; why disturb their peace?
After returning to Beijing, Zuo Ling organized her energy crystals.
She had a premonition that things weren't over with the Ding family, especially with the real power behind the scenes, that mysterious reclusive elder.
The Ding family was in turmoil, and Ding Fengguo, Fourth Uncle, Ding Youdao, Ding Yourong, and Ding Youyi all died.
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