Immediately, Fairy Yaochi breathed rapidly, her limbs became weak, and a boundless chill spread across her spine.

She had been in contact with Feng Beiyin countless times, but never once did she feel frightened.

It seems like an evil ghost from purgatory, doing cannibalism!

Feng Beiyin looked at Fairy Yaochi with satisfaction, and patted Fairy Yaochi's face with her slender hand.

"He who is obedient will live longer."

Feng sadly smiled with an evil look on his face.

The guards reacted and rushed towards him with their bare hands.

Feng Beiyin took out a bright red apple, wiped it with his sleeve, and walked out casually, showing his unruly attitude.

At the moment when countless warrior guards were gearing up to pounce on him, he turned his back to the crowd and gracefully stretched out his slender hand, revealing a section of frost-white wrist. His skin seemed fairer and more delicate than that of a woman.

Feng Beiyin snapped his fingers, and in response, dozens of guards turned on their backs, fell to the ground, rolled around in pain, and made the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

The wind chanted sadly like a monk who sympathized with all living beings. He shook his head and sighed softly, "I told you that you must be obedient to survive."

He turned around and looked at Fairy Yaochi, his red lips split into an evil smile.

In an instant, Fairy Yaochi's hair stood on end.

It seems that I have never really known Feng Beiyin!

...

But in the main palace of Beixuan City, the sun was shining down, and the air was filled with the strong and pungent smell of blood.

General Gu and the key officials of Beixuan City looked at Ye Chuyue who had stepped on Lin Beixuan's skull with great fear.

Not even a word can be said out loud.

"General Ye, what my father said is true. I entrust you with this letter as a safe solution."

The young man who brought the letter wiped the tears from the end of his eyes, "I'm just poor about my father. He has been honest all his life, but he was killed by a traitor. Today is his birthday..."

When it came to the emotional part, the young man burst into tears and his shoulders shook uncontrollably.

Chu Yue properly put away Mr. Jiang's blood letter, looked at the young man with a heavy heart, and patted the young man's shoulder solemnly.

"Mr. Jiang is a loyal official. He would rather die than surrender, and even if he dies, he will petition for the people. I will send someone to report the old man's actions to Chang'an. Our emperor and the tens of millions of people in Shenwu will definitely remember his merits."

Chu Yue's throat was sore and swollen, and her voice was slightly hoarse.

She understands that no amount of glory and merit can replace a good person who sacrifices his life for righteousness.

The young man's eyes were full of complicated things, and tears came out of his eyes.

He looked deeply at Chu Yue, then bent down and clasped his fists, and said: "My father once said that the divine force has General Ye, just like the scorching sun that rises in the east and never sets. Today I saw it with my own eyes, and I completely believe what my father said. My father never died before his death.

For the sake of fame, I will never care about him after he dies, but my father definitely hopes that General Ye can deal with the miners in Beixuan."

Chu Yue's red lips trembled slightly, completely moved by the Jiang family's spirit.

"As Mr. Jiang wishes, I will definitely investigate the iron ore matter."

Chu Yue said: "Master Jiang, please rest assured."

"General Ye will handle it, and I sincerely believe it."

The young man wiped away his tears and smiled bitterly: "When my father handed me the blood letter, it was a thunderstorm night. He once said that if one person dies, ten thousand people will live. He did not go to hell, but to paradise. He is not stubborn.

It doesn’t work. I want everyone to have the power to live without being trampled by power.”

Listening to the young man's words, Chu Yue seemed to be able to see a lifelike Mr. Jiang who was taking the lead.

Only because she came a step too late, she failed to save the old man.

"Take me to see the old gentleman."

After pondering for a long time, Chu Yue spoke.

"General Ye can give my father a ride, and my father will leave with a smile on his face."

The young man's tears kept flowing, and he even choked up as he led the way for Chu Yue.

Chu Yue glanced at him and went to Beixuanjiang Mansion together.

The Jiang family's mansion is not big and is very dilapidated everywhere. There is not even a single servant, only a few relatives.

They were crying in mourning, wearing white mourning clothes, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, sobbing slightly, with sadness on their brows.

Chu Yue looked at the coffin from a distance, and then walked over.

Every step is as heavy as a mountain.

Today is Mr. Jiang’s birthday and also the day of his death.

Chu Yue stopped in front of the coffin, lit three incense sticks, and bowed.

Finally, she put her hands close to her chest, gave a military salute, and said silently: "Mr. Jiang, it's a good journey. I'll leave the matter of Beixuan to the younger generation."

The breeze blew from outside the door, and a spiritual butterfly landed on Chu Yue's fingertips, just like Mr. Jiang's response.

Chu Yue lowered her eyes and looked at the butterfly on her fingertips, her soul trembling slightly.


Chapter completed!