It was the first time I had talked back to Seventh Master.
When you did something wrong, you could either admit your mistake or admit it with your head held high.
I was the latter. That was what I thought, so that was what I said.
If I were Ding Ruoning, I wouldn't let Lü Zhengxian off. In that case, what right did I have to stop her?
If I were Ding Ruoning, I might be even more ruthless than she was.
"You!"
Seventh Master was so angry with me that he didn't know what to say. He flung out an arm and left.
After he left, An Ning came over and comforted me. "I don't think you did anything wrong. I'd have done the same."
Song Xiaotian chimed in, "That cranky old geezer is so damn rigid all the time. We're not Daoist cultivators. Why should we have such lofty ideals? Taking revenge and settling scores-that's how normal people think."
"I'm telling you, after everything happened, those three little brats never apologized. Neither did their parents. Didn't they deserve to die? The law doesn't even say ghosts can't kill people. Why stick our noses into everything?"
"Come on, I'll treat you to some skewers. Hehe!"
We didn't stay at the scene much longer. Before we left, Wu Binbin's mother seemed to have cried herself unconscious, and his grandfather-I wasn't sure on which side-suddenly had a heart attack. He probably couldn't take the shock.
After leaving the residential complex, we drove to the night market and sat down at a barbecue stall.
But I really couldn't eat.
Mainly because of Wu Binbin... He had jumped from somewhere above the tenth floor, and bits of him had spilled out on impact. That image was still in my head.
"Want some grilled