Regret was regret, but it lasted only for a moment. Time was irreversible, and no matter how the world changed, there was no such thing as a cure for regret. Su Dan Novel Network
"Young Master Zhan," Jing Minghe thought, he had to snap the person back to his senses, no matter what. He felt that his previous threat might have scared the person, and he intended to comfort him a bit to see if it would work. "You don't actually need to..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jing Minghe felt his vision blur, leaving only a pure white.
No way? At this time?!
This was going to kill me!
Suddenly pulled in, with no teammates around, Jing Minghe was on the verge of tears when a melodious voice entered his ears. Jing Minghe listened intently for a while, it was a few lines of lyrics, repeating constantly.
Lost in thought, Jing Minghe almost forgot his current predicament until he felt himself being knocked flying.
"Hiss..."
The pain in his back from the impact made Jing Minghe frown even tighter.
Coming back to his senses, seeing the enraged mayor's son lunging at him again, Jing Minghe had a flash of inspiration and sang the lyrics out loud.
"Seven emotions tied to the candle, true hearts are all betrayed, longing for each other, pity for fate, you promise sincere words, I offer this body, ..."
Jing Minghe couldn't sing; he was notoriously tone-deaf. When he sang opera, not a single note was on key, but he was supremely confident, and his enunciation was very clear, almost every word was distinct.
As soon as he finished reciting the lyrics that had been echoing in his ears, the mayor's son indeed stopped and retreated step by step.
He let out whimpers from his mouth until he reached the bedside, and finally burst into tears.
"..." What was going on now?
Jing Minghe hesitated, not knowing if he should go forward to comfort the person now. He had heard that people were most unreceptive when agitated, and the mayor's son seemed to be in a state of extreme agitation.
Jing Minghe sighed deeply and silently vowed.
I will absolutely never comfort people again. If fists can solve it, why bother with words?
He patted the dust off his costume and prepared to step forward to continue reasoning with the person, after all, the person he was facing now wasn't something that could be solved with fists, at least not with his own fists.
He hadn't taken two steps when Jing Minghe suddenly stopped.
Because the person he was about to comfort had disappeared while crying, and he hadn't even seen how he suddenly vanished, though he was right in front of him a moment ago.
"Tsk, the person is gone. Who am I supposed to comfort now?"
Even worse, the key person had suddenly disappeared. Could they still complete this task to pass the level?
Jing Minghe looked around. There was truly no one else moving in the room except him.
What was going on?
Jing Minghe was truly about to cry without tears now. He decided to go out and discuss it with Chi Hao.
"Crack."
Jing Minghe froze at the sudden cracking sound. He looked in the direction of the sound and confirmed that the cracking sound was coming from the solid wood bed.
Another "crack," and then it was unstoppable. The solid wood bed, right before Jing Minghe's eyes, slowly turned into dust with the successive cracking sounds.
Jing Minghe narrowed his eyes and slowly walked closer. Amidst the shattered remains of the solid wood bed, he saw two urns standing side by side.
"Two?"
As Jing Minghe was confused, he remembered what the mayor had said before, that Lan Zhi's ashes were still in their hands.
So, one of these two urns belonged to Lan Zhi, and the other to his son?
That was strange. Since the mayor and the others tried so hard to keep the two apart, why would they place the ashes of both together?
Speaking of which...
Jing Minghe turned back and scanned the entire room. It was less like a bedroom and more like a mourning hall. If the red silk cloths and red lanterns outside were changed to white.
"So that's how it is."
Jing Minghe said, then walked over, bent down, and picked up the two urns.
Chi Hao, having dealt with those outside, hurried to the mayor's son's place. The door was closed, and no voices could be heard from inside, so he immediately pushed the door open and entered.
Jing Minghe, holding the two urns, stood up and turned around, meeting Chi Hao, who had suddenly barged in, eye to eye.
"Yo," Jing Minghe spoke first, "Big Boss Chi, you're here."
"Them?"
Jing Minghe raised an eyebrow. Chi Hao was indeed Chi Hao; he deserved to be called a big boss for his quick thinking.
Hearing the approaching sounds from outside, Chi Hao walked in and helped Jing Minghe carry one of the urns. "Let's go."
On the way, Jing Minghe asked Chi Hao, "Why didn't you ask me what happened?"
"I won't ask."
"Uh, okay."
"I can guess."
"..." Jing Minghe protested with a forced smile, "Big Boss Chi, you're insulting my intelligence like this, understand?"
"Less nonsense."
The two returned to the ancestral hall but didn't immediately go behind the archway. They waited for the mayor and his brothers to find them.
Fortunately, the mayor and his men didn't disappoint. Soon, they arrived with a large entourage, surrounding the two outside the archway. Without further ado, they ordered the pawns and crabs they brought to snatch the items held by the two.
"We must get the items back!"
The mayor roared his command.
"You want them?" Jing Minghe held up the urns and dangled them above his head, taunting with a smile, "If you want them, come and snatch them. I'll give you two for the price of one."
With that, Jing Minghe and Chi Hao, still holding the urns, didn't rush into the archway but first thoroughly thrashed all the small soldiers brought by the mayor, and then ran into the archway together with Chi Hao.
Before entering, he didn't forget to provoke them again.
"If you want them, come chase us. Anyone who doesn't chase is a grandson."
The mayor and his men naturally flew into a rage and chased after them.
It wasn't that they were afraid of being called grandsons, but rather of being dismembered. If Lan Zhi managed to escape, the cruel torture they had inflicted on Lan Zhi would backfire on them.
As they neared the altar, Jing Minghe was almost caught several times.
"Good heavens," Jing Minghe couldn't help but complain to Chi Hao, "These old guys are running too fast! Do they have motors under their feet?"
"Do you think they are normal people?" Chi Hao responded to Jing Minghe's pointless banter for the first time.
Jing Minghe glanced back as he rounded a corner.
The pawns and crabs had been beaten by him and Chi Hao and couldn't get up. Only the mayor and his seven brothers were chasing them.
The mayor, leading the charge, no longer had the kind and benevolent expression he had when they first met at the town entrance. Instead, his face was fierce and menacing, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at him and Chi Hao.
Jing Minghe strongly suspected that the mayor was chasing them not for the urns in their hands, but to devour them alive.
The other seven brothers followed closely, one after another, their faces looking like copied and pasted images.
Just as the mayor's hand was about to grab Jing Minghe's face, Chi Hao commanded, "Stop looking around!"