" Song Yanqing, you bastard, why are you back?!"
As soon as Song Hengzhe finished speaking, it seemed to aggravate the wound on his back, causing him to gasp in pain. But he couldn't care less about that; his eyes reddened first.
He just stared intently at Song Yanqing, who had walked up to him, knelt down, and taken off his coat. A feeling of frustration welled up inside him, and he felt a deep disappointment in Song Yanqing.
"If I really run away, Grandpa Song Lin will die because of me, and you will suffer ten thousand times more than me. My body recovers much faster than yours; you will die from this torture."
"..."
After Song Yanqing finished speaking, Song Hengzhe fell silent. If Song Yanqing really escaped, Song Zhi would send Song Lin, who had served him his whole life, to hell.
He was such a ruthless and cold-blooded person that no one could change his mind, except for his deceased great-grandmother...
"Young Master, I'm sorry."
Hearing Song Yanqing's words, Song Lin was filled with grief, but there was nothing he could do. He took the salt-soaked whip from his subordinate, his fingers trembling.
After hearing this, Song Yanqing silently took off his coat, revealing a shirt soaked in blood, and underneath it, bandages and gauze binding his upper body.
The wounds were layered with new ones, crisscrossing and terrifying. Looking at his injuries, Song Lin couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Grandpa Song Lin, please hit me. I can take fifteen lashes. If you don't, I won't be able to explain myself, but..."
Before Song Yanqing could finish speaking, a loud crash came from outside the ancestral hall, as if something had collapsed. Immediately afterward, the enemy intrusion alarm went off.
What happened outside?
Song Lin immediately dropped the whip and turned to ask the guard who had rushed in. The guard, covered in dust, waved his hand before he could see who it was.
"Uncle Song! That Shang Shujue has broken in! He kicked over the iron gate, triggering the alarm! He's rushing this way—"
As soon as the man finished speaking, a sudden gust of air swept over him, knocking him to the ground. Before flying away, he pushed Song Lin aside, preventing him from being thrown into the air and injured.
The shockwave didn't slam him against the wall; it simply lifted him off his feet and landed on the ground. Song Lin, who had been pushed by the shockwave, however, strained his back.
guard. "..."
Song Lin: "..."What a tragedy...
"Get out of the way! I don't want to hurt you, I only want Song Yanqing! If you don't back down, don't blame me for being impolite--"
Shang Shujue's powerful and intimidating shout came from outside the ancestral hall. Song Yanqing hadn't heard Shang Shujue's voice so close in a long time, and for a moment when he suddenly heard it, he thought it was a hallucination.
" Shang Shujue?"
Song Hengzhe reacted first than Song Yanqing. After all, he wasn't 47 and had never met Shang Shujue before. He was just a little shocked at how the other party had found him.
" A-Jue? Is that A-Jue?"
Song Yanqing finally came to his senses. It was Shang Shujue A-Jue had come to save him. He turned around abruptly, his eyes welling up with tears before he could react, and his body froze on the spot.
Shang Shujue, alone, wielding a dark gold metal whip, forced the guards into the ancestral hall with a cold and stern expression.
He looked up and saw Song Yanqing kneeling on the ground, his face pale and almost entirely covered in blood. His pupils trembled, anger surged, and he gripped the Divine Movement Whip tightly.
"How dare you treat him like this?! Get out of the way—"
"Smack--"
"Ah--"
The moment Shang Shujue lashed his whip, everyone who stood in his way was swept aside. This time, they weren't gently knocked to the ground, but instead crashed into stone pillars, sustaining minor injuries.
When Song Lin saw Shang Shujue arrive, he signaled to the wounded guards who had fallen to the ground to pretend to be unconscious and not get up. They all cleverly "fainted" upon receiving the instruction, and Song Lin also "fainted".
" Song Yanqing!"
Shang Shujue didn't have time to pay attention to their tricks. He quickly ran towards Song Yanqing, only then realizing he needed to go over, and stood up from the ground.
" A-Jue..."
Because her legs were weak, she took a step forward and then stumbled and knelt down, looking so pitiful and helpless that Shang Shujue felt heartbroken and couldn't breathe.
" Song Yanqing, you're bleeding so much! Don't move! I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry..."
Shang Shujue quickly stepped forward to catch the unsteady Song Yanqing, and only after holding him did she realize that he was covered in blood.
He stared at the blood in his palm, his pupils contracting and trembling. His throat tightened and he choked up, barely managing to find his voice after a long while. Tears streamed down his face, his heart aching as if it had been ripped out, the pain unbearable.
"I just realized how much you've suffered here. I'm too late. I'll carry you on my back and take you away."
" A-Jue... A-Jue... I... miss you so much... A-Jue... It's not your fault... A-... Jue..."
Song Yanqing was already exhausted. Holding Shang Shujue, feeling his warm body temperature and the refreshing scent of his bath gel, he finally felt relieved and could no longer hold on, so he fainted in his arms.
" Song Yanqing!"
" Shang Shujue, stop wasting time. Although I don't know how you got in, I admire you. Now, take my brother and leave!"
Song Hengzhe finally found a chance to speak. He stood up from the ground, his breathing rapid due to the pain. After speaking quickly, he pointed in a direction.
"Go there, there's a tunnel leading to the outside world. After you get out, give this safety amulet to your older brother and tell him that if fate allows, I..."
"Stop! Tell him what you want to say yourself. I won't help you. Close your eyes and come with me!"
Shang Shujue quickly bound Song Yanqing to his body with the Divine Movement Whip, then instantly looked up to interrupt Song Hengzhe, grabbing his wrist and staring intently at him.
Looking into his unwavering gaze, Song Hengzhe inexplicably closed his eyes. The next second, he felt himself caught in a vortex and instantly lost consciousness.
When Song Zhi, Grandpa Song, and Song Hengzhe's father and elder brother arrived at the ancestral hall, they witnessed Shang Shujue and two others vanish into thin air. A sentence appeared above the ancestral hall:
[ Song Zhi, you old bastard, you'd better achieve your goals before you die, otherwise, after you're gone, I'll extract your soul, refine your spirit, and ensure you're never reincarnated! --Shang Shujue ]
This sentence was followed by an angry cartoon fireman, which shows just how angry the person was, to the point that they couldn't even bother to hide their extraordinary nature.
Song Zhi stared at the persistent writing, his face ashen. It took him a long time to react. Enraged, he roared in a powerful voice:
"The ways of the supernatural! The Song Family forbids any evil spirits from entering! Quickly, quickly go and invite a Daoist priest to perform a ritual! We can't let our ancestors be tainted by bad luck, hurry... uh..."
Song Zhi's roar abruptly stopped. He suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, and before he could react, he felt dizzy. Turning his head, he saw that it was Grandpa Song holding a sleeping incense...
"Your great-grandfather is really getting senile with age. This is clearly an auspicious sign, how can you call it a supernatural occurrence? Zhen'er, go, help your great-grandfather down to rest, he should enjoy his remaining years..."
Song Zhi pointed at Grandpa Song, but before he could say a word, he fainted. He knew nothing more about what happened after that...
These unfilial descendants... what a terrible thing they've done...