When Uncle Yu severed Suzuki Shuichi's head with a single stroke, turning his body into a dried corpse.
Uncle Yu could no longer hold back, and his emotions instantly collapsed.
He threw away the Fish Bone Sword in his hand, dropped to his knees, lowered his head, and began to wail.
"Xiao Rou, Xiao Rou..."
Seeing Uncle Yu so emotional, I stepped forward and said:
"Uncle Yu, you don't need to be so heartbroken just yet.
Perhaps there is still a sliver of hope, a chance to turn things around.
We can continue following this lead and investigate further."
Uncle Yu couldn't compose himself at first. Only after quite a while did he raise his head and stare at me with those blood-red eyes.
"Thank you, thank you, Xiao Jiang.
All these years, I had almost completely given up.
I never thought, never thought that today, I could personally kill one of them and learn about what happened back then.
Thank you, Xiao Jiang. Thank you, thank you..."
With that, Uncle Yu, still kneeling on the ground, was about to kowtow to thank me.
How could I allow that?
Was I trying to defy the natural order?
I was so frightened that I dropped to my knees with a thud and hurriedly helped Uncle Yu up.
Back when Xiao Yu's Ninth Corpse body had developed a problem and the Great Fiend's gaze had prevented Xiao Yu from appearing before me.
Without Uncle Yu risking his life to save me, without him introducing me to Master, I would not be where I was today.
"Uncle Yu, you mustn't. I only did what I should have done.
Uncle Yu, Auntie's soul was taken away by a woman surnamed Leng.
She was very likely the murderer, the one who hired the Yin-Yang Masters