The Fatty hadn't even fully come to his senses. He never would have imagined these people would be so decisive. Commander Zhao's resolute gaze as he took his own life with his blade was still vivid in his mind, and now all four of them were dead.
Who the Crimson One was no longer important.
"Miss Ye, Old Man Song died for the sake of all the people in the world. We all witnessed his noble sacrifice. Right now, the most urgent thing is to fulfill his last wish and vanquish evil," Jiang Cheng urged. "You have to pull yourself together."
Ye Qiutang let go of Song Tianming's hand and slowly rose to her feet. A look of determination came over her face. "You're right. They won't have died in vain. We must destroy this evil and avenge them!"
At Ye Qiutang's direction, the three of them gathered up Song Tianming's body. They carried it, along with the three bodies outside, to an open space on the right side of the side chamber. Then they found several pieces of cloth and covered all four bodies.
Meanwhile, Jiang Cheng crouched down and examined the four bodies. He found nothing unusual.
Suddenly, the Fatty's voice rang out behind him. "Miss Ye! Miss Ye!"
Jiang Cheng turned around. Ye Qiutang, who had been standing in front of Commander Zhao's body, swayed a few times before collapsing to the ground.
The Fatty reacted quickly and caught Ye Qiutang. Fortunately, after examining her, they found that she was all right. Jiang Cheng figured she had fainted from prolonged stress, compounded by the sudden surge of emotion just now.
There was no time to worry about propriety. Jiang Cheng carried Ye Qiutang back into the side chamber. The Fatty swiftly removed the bloodstained bedding and laid