Li Yao: "Patriot?"

Ding Lingdang: "That's right. Today's work briefing of the Secret Sword Bureau said that they killed three snipers in the building next to the Federal Square, suspected of being the subordinates of the 'Son of the Netherworld' and the 'Blood Demon Li Yao'."

"But I looked familiar with one of the bodies. If I thought about it carefully, it seemed that I had seen them at a party of the Patriots more than half a year ago."

Li Yao said: "What kind of organization is that?"

Ding Lingding said: "It's just a very ordinary 'Battle Discussion Group'. At that time, the news about the Flying Star Realm and the Real Human Empire had just spread in the Federation. The world we live in suddenly expanded countless times like a big explosion. You know, who is not a little 'family and country', wants to do something for the country and the people. How to deal with such a great change that has not been seen in a thousand years? Many knowledgeable people have put forward their own opinions and formed countless turbulent thoughts."

"Some people support the idea of ​​"union of the three realms and resisting the empire" and some people strongly oppose it. People with different ideas spontaneously form small circles."

"The Patriot Organization is a discussion group that strongly opposes the joint efforts of the demon race. The organization's philosophy is that the demon race must not be trustworthy. Cooperating with the demon race is to make a fuss with the tiger, and even be stabbed in the back by the demon race at critical moments! What's more, the Federation is a sacred country of pure humanity, how can it be defiled by these demons and evil spirits!"

"The only way to deal with the real human empire is to unite with the Flying Star Realm, completely conquer the Blood Demon Realm, treat all demon races as slaves, and send them to the resource planet of the Flying Star Realm to mine!"

Li Yao secretly smacked his tongue, Jin Tuyi guessed it right again, and there were indeed many people in the federal government holding this idea!

Li Yao said: "Did you ever believe in this idea?"

Ding Lingdang: "I still think so."

Li Yao: “…”

Ding Lingdang: "Forget it, this is the 'avenly dispute', and I can't explain it to you clearly for a while. In short, the Federation had just been greatly impacted by a new world at that time. Various thoughts were flooding, and such discussion groups were not rare."

"What is rare is that it is the criteria for joining the discussion."

"The Patriot Organization does not accept the addition of ordinary monks. It has two conditions for joining. First, it must be high-end people with a certain influence in society, sects, and military."

"Second. At least one close relative must be killed by the demon clan and have a deep blood feud with the demon clan."

"That is to say, this is a relatively high-level discussion group. I joined because of this. It was no big deal after that. Everyone gathered together, chatted, spoke freely, and made friends. By the way, at a party, I met the sniper of the "Son of the Netherworld" who died today."

"My attitude is quite firm. I am young among the crowd. Sometimes I can't help but speak more radically. As a result, one night, the convener of our group, a professor from Tiandu Medical College, came to me mysteriously and said that the discussion here is not interesting enough, and there is a higher-end group. Many fellow Taoists with similar intentions asked me if I want to join?"

Li Yao's heart was raised: "Did you agree?"

"No."

Ding Lingling said, "I don't object to their ideas, but I, you know, have always liked to be straightforward and not interested in such mysterious things. I said I should consider it."

"The next day, I wanted to join in. It was nothing wrong with making more fellow Taoists. I told the convener that I was willing to join. Unexpectedly, the other party became hesitant, pushing and urging me to join. After a while, everyone was tired of empty talk and was very busy, and this 'Patriot Organization' disappeared."

"At that time, the storm was turbulent and thoughts were rushing. It was normal for such discussion groups to gather and disperse, and I didn't think much about it."

"Until today, when I saw the sniper's body, I remembered that this person's speech at the discussion meeting was more enthusiastic than me and extremely. If he said he was a fake "Son of the Netherworld", of course it is possible, but is there any other possibility?"

Li Yao thought carefully for a moment and fought a cold war: "You mean, there was an organization that once recruited a large number of close relatives who were killed by the demon clan and had a deep hatred of blood with the demon clan. He screened them layer by layer, and finally selected one out of a hundred, selecting the most extreme, most fanatical, and most determined person?"

"Even Ding Lingling, you are like this, your parents are killed by the demon clan, and they are irreconcilable with the demon clan. Such a fanatical and warlike Jindan strongman was judged to be unqualified just because he had to think about it for one night and did not enter its core!"

"In other words, it is very likely that there is a 'Patriot Organization' now, which brings together a large number of cultivators who have deep blood hatred with the demon clan. You are more radical, fanatical, firm and powerful than Ding Lingling?"

Ding Lingdang: "I don't know, I just know to go to the convener later, the professor from Tiandu Medical College, but said that he cooperated with the military on a secret project. He was on a long-term business trip and could no longer contact him."

Professor Mo Xuan: "Hurry up, I feel that it will be locked. We must change the time and place before chatting!"

Li Yao: "The last question is, the three major members of the Federation, the Speaker Jiang Hailiu, the Tiemao Zhou Hengdao and the Secret Sword Director Lu Zui, who is the closest relative killed by the demon clan?"

Professor Mo Xuan thought for a while: "Speaker Jiang's brother died more than 80 years ago in the outbreak of the beast tide. Tie Shuai is fine. He doesn't know about the relatives, so there shouldn't be any of them in the closest relatives."

Li Yao asked anxiously: "Where is Lu Zui? Is there any?"

Professor Mo Xuan: "Yes."

Li Yao: "Who?"

Professor Mo Xuan: “…all.”

Li Yao took a breath of air conditioning: "What!"

Ding Lingdang explained: "Lu Zui is over 200 years old and has no relatives in the world. He only has a very loving wife. They are childhood sweethearts and have a deep relationship. Her wife has some congenital deficiencies and has not been nurtured for life. The two have supported each other through two hundred years of storms."

"I can't have children. His wife opened a caring orphanage more than a hundred years ago and adopted many war orphans as children. She is a well-known federal philanthropist and is known as the "Happy Mother". Over the past hundred years, they have more than 500 adopted sons, many of which are outstanding and shining in various industries."

"Fifteen years ago, after a beast tide broke out, his wife went to the Great Wilderness to search and rescue orphans as usual. However, she was torn to pieces by the monster hidden in the ruins...."

"If you don't think of your adopted son, Lu Zui has only his wife and one relative. If his wife was killed by a monster, wouldn't it mean that he lost everything?"

Li Yao was silent for a long time, took a deep breath, and his fingers began to tremble when he typed: "Five hundred adopted sons, spreading all over the world, outstanding?"

Ding Lingling: "Yes."

Li Yao: "My God!"

...

It started to rain at three o'clock in the morning, and dawn was approaching, and the night was dark and heavy rain was pouring.

Tiandu City Second Public Offer, under a large pine tree with lush branches and leaves, the rain drizzled onto a small stone tablet among the roots.

The stone tablet is very small, deeply embedded in the soil, wrapped in the roots of trees and covered with moss. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t find it at all.

Under the moss, there are four small words hidden: Happy Mom.

This is the most environmentally friendly and cheapest "tree burial".

In front of the tombstone, an old man in a black raincoat stood, silent for a long time.

"Crash!"

Lightning tear apart the dark night, reflecting a pale face covered with water droplets. It is the management-type Nascent Soul monk, the patron saint on the federal black front, the director of the Secret Sword Bureau, and Lu Zui!

Lu Zui carried a wooden lacquered food box and lifted up the raincoat. He sat down in the mud under the pine trees, and took out several bowls of side dishes one by one. He then poured two very delicate wine cups full of yellow old wine.

Sprinkle a glass of old wine under the roots of the tree and fill it up again. Then Lu Zui "sniffs" a sip of wine, "clicks" a piece of meat, and slowly eats and drinks in the heavy rain.

While eating and drinking, he gently caressed the wrinkled green pine. Lu Zui said softly: "Old woman, I have been busy all the time, and I didn't even have time to see you in Qingming. Today I took the time to make a few dishes, all of which you like to eat."

"Time has passed, but it hasn't been done, and the fish skin is broken. Fortunately, the braised pork is still rotten, and the lychee honey you like to drink the most, drink it slowly."

"The little guys we adopted have grown up one by one. Weiming graduated from university and is still preparing to study. Dagang did a good job in the army and was about to be promoted to company commander soon. Maomao got married and her husband grew grapefruits at home. You love to eat grapefruits the most. Last time she took a special basket. I originally wanted to bring you a few, but forgot to keep them fresh, and they were all rotten. Next time, Maomao will deliver them to you."

"Old woman... Yesterday, I did something. If you know, you should scold me again. You always say that I am so angry all day long for work, and my eyes are red. Who can I get angry with? I can't even make it worse if I get angry with those demons and monsters!"

"But I promise you that this time I am neither angry nor want to avenge you. I just... don't want Weiming, Dagang, Maomao and others, and their children, their children, and those stinking monsters to live with."

"Our children are so weak, so innocent, so kind, living with the children of the demon clan who are naturally cruel, they will suffer losses and will suffer great losses!"

"Children are ignorant and are whimsical and erratic. We old men and women always have to check it out, right?"

"Okay, you can eat it slowly. There are so many dishes. I'll leave first and go to work."

"In the future... maybe I can't come to see you. It's okay. Weiming and Maomao will come. Their children, their children will look like 'happy mother'."

"Wait for me a few more years. If you are quick, maybe I will come to you in one or two years and leave a door for me!"

"Let's go, old man, go!"

Lu Zui stroked the wrinkled bark in a daze, and then trembled. He picked up a handful of moist soil from his wife's tombstone and stuffed it into his heart along the collar.

When I straightened up, my tender eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle and as cold as a blade!

He covered his heart, letting the cold soil warm the colder heart, and walked out of the cemetery with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

In the eardrum, there was a sensation, and the call began.

There was no sound on the opposite side, only cold breathing.

Lu Zui: "Is there anything wrong?"

An extremely hard voice came from the opposite side: "Don't pretend to be garlic, you know, it was said that it would be the assassination of Jiang Hailiu, the boneless ****, why did you blow up thousands of innocent people to death!"

Lu Zui smiled, and under the lightning, his teeth shone: "You are a soldier, this is a war, how can you not die in a war?"

The opposite side gritted their teeth: "You have crossed the line."

Lu Zui: "Yes, you shot me?"

Opposite: "I will. After the task is completed, I will shoot you first and then shoot myself to pay tribute to the innocent dead!"

Lu Zui: "Whatever."

He cut off the call and walked to the cemetery door.

"Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!"

A series of lightning flashes filled the darkest night sky before dawn, and also reflected more than a dozen figures wearing black raincoats and statues at the public fund entrance.

"dad!"

"dad!"

A cry came from the black raincoat, and there were also one or two sounds mixed in: "Grandpa!"

Lu Zui lifted the wine pot and threw it over: "This is your mother's favorite lychee honey. She and I haven't finished drinking it. Come and divide it!"

More than a dozen black raincoats picked up their wine glasses in the heavy rain.

Lu Zui looked around and suddenly sighed: "You have suffered, follow me on this path of no return."

"Slaying demons and eliminating demons is our duty, and we will be crushed to pieces, and we will be happy!"

A black raincoat shouted loudly.

"The big demon Jin Tuyi and Li Yao are united together to attract demons into the Federation, making the mountains and rivers smell like fishy, ​​and the towering demonic winds in the Federation are everywhere! The country is so critical that we monks, why should we fight!"

Another black raincoat roared.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lu Zui laughed and burst into tears, "Okay, okay, okay, you are all my good children, all the great human race, the good children of the Weiwei Federation! Come! Drink!"

Lu Zui and more than a dozen black raincoats drank the remaining wine in one go. More than a dozen wine cups smashed the hard granite at the same time. In the heavy rain, eight words of broken gold and cracked stones came:
Chapter completed!