That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

"My lord, the head of the family:

See the word as the face.

I, a junior, was unable to personally pay my respects to the head of the family at the ancestral worship ceremony before the New Year. I am sending you this letter with a bronze gu (a type of ancient Chinese wine vessel) inlaid with silver animal face patterns, a yellow jade paperweight with a dragon-shaped knob, and a white jade Guanyin plaque inlaid with gold wire.

With this small gift, I wish you boundless happiness and longevity.

My father, Shunjing, once served as the head of the manor and devoted his life to the family. On his deathbed, he was still grateful for the family head's cultivation and instructed his descendants to carry on his legacy and make further contributions.

Now I have a family, my wife is unfortunately seriously ill, and my daughter is still young. I am willing to go through fire and water to ask the head of the family to take me in and give my wife a chance to live.

Human life is at stake; this junior is deeply concerned and respectfully submits this with tears in my eyes!

"..."

After reading it, Jiang Jingming felt as if this thin letter weighed a ton.

This person named Shunzhong probably wrote this letter when he was desperate and had nowhere else to turn.

As a member of the Shun family, he was abandoned by his family and ostracized by other forces.

Before bowing his head and asking his family for help, he must have tried every avenue, but all failed, which is why he wrote such a humble letter asking for help.

Every word was written with blood, and the despair in his heart seemed to seep out from the ink.

First, she wrote the gift at the very beginning to avoid being impolite, then she talked about her father's contributions to the Shun family, and finally she revealed the desperate situation she was in, begging for the family's help.

So, what was the outcome of this matter?

As Jiang Jingming was thinking this, he heard the young lady next to him exclaim "Ah!" She rummaged around behind her for a while and handed him another envelope.

"This letter was also written by someone named Shunchū! But it seems like it was never even opened."

Jiang Jingming took it and saw that, sure enough, the envelope was still sealed intact.

The head of the family probably glanced at the sender's name and then casually tossed the letter aside.

Jiang Jingming tore open the envelope along the seal and took out the letter from inside.

The letter was shorter than the previous one.

"My lord, the head of the family:

Junior Shunzhong, I wonder if the head of the family has seen the letter I sent some time ago?

The situation was even more urgent than before. My wife's illness was getting worse and worse, and if it was delayed any longer, there would be no cure!

I am willing to die for my family, and I have no regrets even if I die. I only ask that the head of the family save my wife's life!

Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!

If the previous letter could be described as desperate, heavy, but still carrying a last glimmer of hope, then this one is nothing but utter panic.

He probably already knew that his family wouldn't offer him any help, but he truly had no other choice.

At this moment, Aqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time, also took out the letter from her hand, her expression quiet and indifferent in the firelight.

"My lord, the head of the family:

I, Shunzhong, once sent a white jade Guanyin pendant inlaid with gold wire to the head of the household. If it can still be found, please have someone send it to me.

Last night, my wife briefly regained consciousness and asked me to give this to our daughter as her last possession.

Please be sure to reply.

"..."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

pain.

It hurts too much.

What must have been the feelings of this man named Shunshige when he wrote this last letter?

He clearly failed to save his wife or even retrieve her belongings.

"The people at Tingpu Villa are truly a bunch of utterly depraved and heartless individuals!!!"

Xie Yunqi finally couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly stood up and paced back and forth, gritting her teeth.

"He only wanted to save his wife, what did he do wrong?! How hateful that the world is so cold-hearted!!"

"If it were truly his own cowardice and incompetence, that would be one thing! But his current state is undoubtedly due to the influence of the Shun family's absolute power and dominance in the city!"

Lu Zhao's expression was cold and hard, and his words were heavy:

"If I were this guy named Shunzhong, I would fucking drag all of them down with me!"

That's exactly what I meant!!!

Xie Yunqi's face flushed slightly with anger, his peach blossom eyes filled with fury:

"What's so difficult about saving a life for them? Why? Why?!"

With the young lady's temperament, she would never be able to understand people like the Shun family in this lifetime.

Even if it's a pitiful person begging on the street, the young lady wouldn't turn a blind eye. But the Shun family can be so indifferent to their relatives who share the same blood.

"It's a pity that damned patriarch has already been killed, otherwise I would have personally chopped off his head and fed it to the dogs!!!"

Compared to their anger, Jiang Jingming simply held the letter, lowered his eyes to conceal his thoughts.

What happened to Shunshige was probably a common occurrence among the collateral descendants of the Shun family.

But with his letter in his hand right now, Jiang Jingming felt as if he could personally sense his resentment and despair, and that such emotions would eventually turn into hatred and murderous intent.

It's impossible to count exactly how many people harbor such murderous intent towards the Shun family.

These people will die sooner or later, from the cold-bloodedness and ambition they are so proud of.

No one will mourn them; people will only regret that they didn't die by their own hand.

I wonder if this man named Shunzhong is still alive. If he is, would he be happy about the destruction of his family?

Jiang Jingming put away the letter, turned his head slightly, and looked outside from the doorway of the dark room.

The rain seemed to have stopped; the pattering sound of rain could no longer be heard, only the accumulated rainwater slowly dripping from the treetops.

Jiang Jingming stood up and dusted himself off.

He stared at the firelight for a long time, but in the end, instead of throwing the letter into the fire, he folded it up and put it in his pocket.

I don't think I'd actually be happy about it.

As Jiang Jingming pondered this, he crouched down and walked outside.

Now that the person is gone, the life or death of bystanders is no longer of any significance.

Jiang Jingming thought that if it were him, he would have used the move "Heaven and Earth Live Together" after the first letter.

You should risk your life to save your wife while she is still alive, instead of waiting until she dies and then not even being able to get back the things she wanted to leave to her daughter.

By then, no matter how many people you kill, it will never fill the void of regret in your heart.

Because there is no true way to bring the dead back to life, even the Ghost Doctor is already dead.

Therefore, all the unsolvable regrets in the world, in the final analysis, are nothing more than a word of regret.

......

The sky after the rain was a gloomy and tranquil gray. The mountains remained as silent as a dead land. The fragrance of the Crimson Bone was also tinged with the dampness of the rain, making it even more intense and intoxicating.

When the rain stops, burn fire to ward off evil spirits.

Jiang Jingming and Lu Zhao laid a layer of dried wood they had collected along the edge of the flower field.

Most of them are dismantled tables, chairs, and benches made of high-quality ebony, which have a pleasant woody aroma when burned.

The logs were piled on top of all the files from the bookshelves outside and the dark room. The group had already read through them all. Leaving them here would only cause trouble, so it was better to burn them and let the fire spread.

"Be careful not to step in."

Fang Zhiyi stood at a distance, arms tucked in her hands, and said with a smile.

Her tone was flat and straightforward, but Lu Zhao was terrified. She stood on tiptoe like a clumsy dancer, afraid of getting dirty.

After checking the last corner, Jiang Jingming looked down at the crimson flower at his feet one last time.

Up close, it looks even more disgusting than it does from a distance; its breathing sounds like pulsating flesh and organs.

Moreover, it also harbors countless Gu worms.

Jiang Jingming suppressed the urge to vomit and strode back to the edge of the flower field.

Aqing stood at a distance, holding a torch in her hand.

Jiang Jingming nodded slightly to her, and Aqing then threw the torch into the pile of wood.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the fire spread instantly.

In just a few moments, the entire flower field was engulfed in a raging inferno.

Just as Fang Zhiyi said, the Crimson Bone flower is indeed extremely sensitive to firelight.

Because they all let out a heart-wrenching scream.

It was almost as if countless people were being kept in captivity here and burned to death—a scene straight out of hell.

Even the fragrance of crimson bones turned into a strong stench of blood. Everything in front of them looked like a slaughterhouse, and they threw torches with their own hands.

Jiang Jingming's throat tightened, and he silently placed his palm on the Wujiu sword at his waist. This cold and murderous blade made him feel at peace at times like this.

Xie Yunqi was stunned for a moment, then covered his ears and shouted in a higher voice:

"Such evil creatures, do not dare to corrupt my Dao heart!"

Aqing stood quietly in place, expressionless, her glass-like pupils reflecting the orange flames of the sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Jingming didn't know what she was thinking. After leaving Mangya, Aqing seemed to have become a girl with many secrets in her heart.

Fang Zhiyi was the closest to her. The mountain wind made her white dress look like a painting, and the blazing firelight reflected on her pale and beautiful face, with a faint smile hidden at the corner of her lips.

A sincere leave request

Study hard and take a day to reflect!

(Top Secret Aerospace Demon King Protects Online First-Class and Second-Class Personnel)

Chapter 115 A Secret Heart's Devotion

Flames soared into the sky, setting the entire field of crimson flowers ablaze and turning the overlapping white clouds of the distant mountains orange-red, echoing the flames.

Such a large-scale operation would surely alert the Divine Capital Guards stationed at the foot of the mountain. However, by the time they reacted and rushed up the mountain, the flower field would likely be nothing but ruins, with no suspicious evidence remaining.

Xie Yunqi pulled Fang Zhiyi and ran ahead, followed by Jiang Jingming and A Qing, while Lu Zhao stayed behind as the last to guard the rear.

The waterfall roared like thunder after the rain, and the spring water gushed forth. The group ran along the edge of the spring in the opposite direction from when they came up the mountain.

"Whoosh!"

Before long, the signal of the Divine Capital Guard's cloud-piercing arrow came from the other side of the mountain. They must have discovered the anomaly and started to mobilize manpower to rush up.

Xie Yunqi heard the sharp sounds of arrows piercing the clouds one after another, and for some reason suddenly burst into loud laughter.

She ran ahead, her two braids bobbing with her movements, and her clear laughter echoed like silver bells through the mountain stream.

Jiang Jingming felt for a moment that this was not a flight after setting fire to the mountain, but a young girl's whim to go on a spring outing, and everyone else was just an unlucky follower following the young lady.

"Young Miss, please stop laughing!"

Lu Zhao, with a bitter face, shouted from the very back:

"Won't I be the first one to get arrested for luring people here?!"

"Who cares about you!"

Xie Yunqi pulled Fang Zhiyi forward a few more steps, then turned to look at Jiang Jingming with a beaming smile.

"Jingming! Jingming! Where do we go next?"

Jiang Jingming paused slightly as he looked at the young lady's beautiful appearance with her bright eyes and white teeth before speaking:

"According to the original plan, we should have returned to the residence to exchange information with Chief Secretary Wen, but..."