On the other side, He Yunmin, who had not slept for several days, had already found a lot of clues and was coming to the residence of the person who secretly instructed him with a knife. For some reason, he felt a great suffocation in his chest, which made him particularly want to kill someone.
He recalled the instructions of his father and Zhao Zhao... He could not get angry, so he endured it again and again, and finally returned to the Blood Moon Killing Hall.
Along the way, He Yunmin was very flustered and always felt that something had happened. When he returned to his room, he found those letters in a small corner of the dark room. He had not had time to open them because he was too busy.
He Yunmin strode forward and looked at them one by one with shaking hands.
A letter from my cousin, um... I'll read it later.
A letter from Fu Wei? There's nothing interesting about it.
And Yu Jinxiu's letter? Never mind, I'm too lazy to read it...
He glanced at each letter, signed it, and put them down one by one. Finally, the envelope with the three big characters "He Yunzhao" written on it appeared in front of him.
Just by looking at the name, He Yunmin's eyes lit up. He raised the corners of his lips and couldn't help feeling proud.
"I was wondering why I was so nervous. It turns out I missed reading the letter my brother worked so hard to write. I deserve the punishment."
The young man, dressed in black, sat in the corner and carefully lit a candle. For some reason, his hands were shaking violently, and the flame in front of his eyes jumped and almost fell on his precious letter paper. He Yunmin was startled and quickly took it away.
When he saw the light was stable, he forced a smile again and solemnly opened the "farewell letter".
"My brother Amin, how are you doing recently?..." Under the candlelight, the young man read every word of Zhaozhao's advice with tenderness in his eyes.
At that time, although he felt strange about Zhao Zhao's words that sounded like instructions for his last affairs, he did not think too much about it. After all, who would think about the death of their brother?
If possible, he hopes his brother will never die.
As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes. A tear rolled down my cheek and landed on the word "Min Min" on the paper.
"The letter is short but my feelings are deep. That's all I have to say. I wish you all the best." He wiped away his tears and read the letter to the end.
He missed his brother and wanted to go to Hongci Temple to see him...
As fate would have it, he never went to Hongci Temple to see his beloved brother.
Because I respect him, I obey him.
He Yunmin couldn't sleep that night. He recalled his family's happy past as if he was reciting a poem.
In a few days, when he is fully prepared, he will be able to kill the murderer and bring justice to his deceased friend.
The next day, He Yunmin was not in a good mood and went out before dawn.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the town at the foot of Hongci Temple Mountain.
At this time of day in the past, the streets would be almost deserted, but now, they were crowded with people, each holding a basket filled with paper money, and some even covered themselves with white cloth.
Seeing everyone dressed like this in the dim light, He Yunmin, who was already dazed, almost thought he had come to the underworld.
His heart started beating again and tears began to fall inexplicably. He realized belatedly that something had really happened.
He looked a little crazy. He grabbed a passerby who was also crying and asked, "What happened?! What are you doing?"
The man who was grabbed by the collar was a teenager. Seeing He Yunmin holding a knife and looking fierce, he quickly choked out a sob and said, "Yes... Master Ruosheng of Hongci Temple has passed away... We have all received his kindness, so we have come to mourn."
"What did you say?!"
A thunderclap seemed to hit He Yunmin on the head. His hands and feet instantly became cold and he was shaking so much that he couldn't even make any other movements. He heard bursts of Buddhist chants in the distance. He looked up in a daze, his face covered with tears and snot, but he still saw a black coffin coming behind the group of white-robed monks.
"You lied to me, absolutely lied to me!"
In an instant, he looked ferocious and rushed forward with a knife in hand. He looked dazed and kept muttering, "Impossible, this is impossible!"
"My brother is so healthy, how dare you curse him!" Looking at the coffin getting closer and closer, He Yunmin laughed and cried, and raised his hand to use a knife to pry open the coffin lid.
Fu Wei, with swollen eyes, also had a ferocious look on his face. Seeing that He Yunmin was looking for death, he instantly kicked him hard.
He Yunmin was caught off guard and was actually injured by him. He bent his body, his eyes fierce, "How dare you hurt my brother! Are you looking for death?"
He didn't try to pry open the coffin, but instead changed his target, intending to kill the bald man who had injured his brother.
Fu Wei was angry, but he also refused to admit defeat.
"Stop!" Xuan Xin stepped forward to take charge of the situation. Seeing that He Yunmin was still going crazy, he raised the scepter in his hand and was about to hit him.
He Yunmin's eyes turned fierce, and he snatched the old monk's broken stick with one hand and was about to break it.
There were waves of ethereal Buddhist chanting in my ears again. At the same time, Xuanxin's voice, filled with regret, also rang in my ears, "Donor, Rusheng is gone."
"If you still care about him, let him go in a dignified manner."
He Yunmin stood there in a daze, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes dazed, and he just kept muttering "impossible".
Taking advantage of the chaos, he threw himself on the coffin without a care in the world, his tear-stained cheeks pressed directly against the coffin lid.
"Brother, if that's the case, why don't you take me with you."
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Three days had passed since Zhao Zhao passed away. At this grand Buddhist funeral, all those who had had good karma with Zhao Zhao came to mourn.
He Yunmin finally saw the figures of He Qianyan and Su Tangyue. Both of them were in poor health. Their father had a broken arm and their mother had disabled legs. Accompanying them was Jun Chenyun, the young master of Yaowang Valley, who had received Zhao Zhao's favor.
When the family was massacred, he saved the dying He Qianyan and Su Tangyue. Now that their injuries have stabilized, he let them leave the valley.
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