The Funeral

Upon hearing this name, Xia Guanxue couldn't help but feel a little skeptical, because Startling Rainbow Beyond the Heavens's reputation was roughly the same as "Lei Feng's," a role model recognized by the people of the whole country.

The uninvited guest seemed oblivious to Xia Guanxue's hesitation, instead defending Yan Jinghong: "Actually, he had no choice. He couldn't stop 100,000 Demon Beast. If they were allowed to rush into the city, the casualties would be unimaginable. After all, the city has over a million residents, while the villa area only has a little over a thousand. A thousand to one ratio—this deal is incredibly profitable!"

Xia Guanxue couldn't help but clench her fists.

"Sacrificing their own families to save the greater good, although the loss of over a thousand lives is truly heartbreaking, their deaths were worthwhile. The government will definitely hold a memorial service, and they might even be recognized as martyrs."

Xia Guanxue gritted her teeth and said, "You... shut up..."

"I'm sure Master Yan is also feeling very bad. If he had a choice, he would definitely want to save everyone, but reality forced him to make a choice. We should understand him and put ourselves in his shoes. He just wanted to save more people. Is that wrong?"

"Stop talking..."

"Yan Jinghong simply made what most people considered the most correct choice. The surviving citizens will likely be grateful to him and praise him as a responsible and courageous hero. Not everyone can make such a calm and decisive decision in such a critical moment, especially when it involves the lives of over a thousand people, which could be lost in an instant."

"Didn't you hear me tell you to shut up?!"

Xia Guanxue turned around and punched the other person hard in the face.

The uninvited guest didn't dodge and obediently took the punch, but a smile still lingered on his face—a smile full of malice, like an abyss.

"Can't accept it? But it's the truth, and everything I've said will come true in the future. People often say that reality is cruel because reality doesn't change according to one's wishes. Just as you can't accept the reality of your family's death, your family won't come back to life—face reality, your parents and sister are already dead!"

Xia Guanxue once again showed that look of soul being ripped out, lying on the ground, pounding the ground with her fists, her eyes tightly closed, trying not to let the tears fall.

"Your family is gone, but the murderer goes unpunished and is even hailed as a hero by the nation. Is there any justice in this world? Where has fairness and justice gone? There's definitely something wrong with this society!"

The uninvited guest lowered his head and whispered in Xia Guanxue's ear again in a devilish tone, "Don't you want to change this society? Don't you want to avenge your family?"

Xia Guanxue raised her head and asked warily, "Who exactly are you?"

"My name isn't important, but you can call me 'Captain,' that's my title. As for my identity, I'm currently a member of the Crimson Eye Society!, but that won't happen soon."

"The Crimson Eye Society? That infamous international assassin organization? You dare talk about justice and morality? I will personally avenge myself against the Startling Rainbow Beyond the Heavens, but I will never cooperate with you!"

Although Xia Guanxue was determined to seek revenge on Yan Jinghong, he did not think Yan Jinghong had any moral problems. Even if he sought revenge, it was only based on personal grudges. In comparison, the Crimson Eye Society simply a rat's nest, full of treacherous people who would abandon morality for personal gain. No matter how depraved he became, he would not deign to associate with people from such an organization.

The Captain wasn't angry at all; instead, he agreed, saying, "I despise the Crimson Eye Society just like you. It's now tainted with the stench of money and is no longer the organization that dared to wield a dagger against a tyrannical ruler. So I plan to leave it and establish a new organization called the 'Blood Pupil Society'."

Xia Guanxue scoffed, "Naive. Do you think changing your name will wash away the stench of money?"

The Captain explained, "The Blood Pupil Society take the Confucian School Gongyang School's 'Theory of Great Revenge' as its guiding principle, believing in 'an eye for an eye, a blood for a blood,' and 'even a hundred generations of enmity can be avenged.' Murderers should pay with their lives; it is a matter of course. Blood revenge is the greater good, and no one can stop it for any reason. Can you accept such a philosophy?"

What people say and what they do are not necessarily consistent.

"But only we are willing to help you! It is foreseeable that if you intend to take revenge on Yan Jinghong, no one in the country will support you, and everyone around you will become your enemy. I invited you to join, partly because I see your potential, and partly because I want to gather like-minded people. If you mistakenly think that I need something from you, you are sorely mistaken."

The Captain took out a card and handed it to Xia Guanxue. The card depicted a bleeding eye, filled with an aura of Curse. If one stared at it closely, one would have the illusion that the eye was alive.

"There's no need to rush into a decision. The Blood Pupil Society be officially established some time from now. If you've thought it through, come find me with this card."

After saying that, without waiting for a reply, he decisively turned and left, seemingly not caring much about the answer.

"Blood Pupil Society..."

Xia Guanxue looked down at the card, remained silent for a moment, and then casually tossed it away.

He went to the place where his sister was buried and used his bare hands to remove the rubble piece by piece until he was exhausted, before finally digging her body out of the ruins.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch my younger sister's face. Sweet memories of playing together as children and her affectionate way of acting like a child flooded my mind...

Under a star-studded night sky, Xia Guanxue placed his sister's and parents' bodies together, surrounded by piles of wine from the cellar and dismantled furniture. He took out a lighter that looked like a small flashlight, activated his inner strength, and spat out a flame, throwing it onto the bodies to ignite the alcohol.

Flames roared up, dispelling the darkness. The flickering flames, like dancing red sprites, radiated intense heat, but could not warm a cold heart.

Unlike the Confucian School emphasized elaborate burials, the Mohist School advocated frugal burials, especially disliking burial goods. They believed that burying large amounts of wealth was a waste of resources, and that even the richest and most powerful people should leave with nothing, as the saying goes, "You can't take anything with you when you die."

Therefore, in the eyes of the Mohist School, there was nothing wrong with Xia Guanxue burning her parents' bodies.

The fire burned for most of the night, and just as dawn was about to break, the last flame finally went out.

Xia Guanxue looked around, but couldn't see a ray of light. Suddenly, she felt a sense of helplessness and confusion.

As if drawn by some force, he went to the spot where he had thrown away the card, searched for a while with his head down, and picked up the card with the blood-red eye drawn on it again.

What the other person says may not be credible, but he needs to find a reason to live.

Chapter 157 Funeral

"Bow!"

"Salute!"

A solemn funeral ceremony is being held in the square of Tange Middle School.

All the teachers and students who were not injured were present, including some celebrities and high-ranking officials. They all stood up straight and solemnly saluted Murong Zhe's body.

Although the Mohist School advocated for frugal funerals, considering that Murong Zhe was a Confucian scholar, the school held a grand funeral for him according to Confucian School customs. If Murong Qing Murong Zhe had other ideas and insisted on cremating the body, the school would probably have bought a coffin and built a mausoleum for his burial.

The principal, with his arm wrapped in bandages, went on stage and read a eulogy in front of everyone, highly praising Murong Zhe's integrity and talent, and recounting the circumstances of his sacrifice.

Those students who were always mischievous behaved with unusual solemnity at this moment. They never imagined that the head teacher, who usually scolded them mercilessly and sometimes even resorted to corporal punishment, would sacrifice himself to protect the students. It was an indescribable shock.

Incredibly, after the initial shock, they accepted it very easily, as if deep down they believed that Director Murong was the kind of person who would do such a thing; he was strict with others, but even stricter with himself.

In contrast, it was Teacher Deng's behavior that exceeded their expectations.

At the most dangerous moment, he actually abandoned his students and the colleague who saved him, and fled alone. This behavior is despicable, especially when compared with Murong Zhe. The female students who once admired him felt a sense of loss as their dreams were shattered.