The memories ended, and there was only dead silence in the house.
Jiang Ziyou looked at the people around him who were all gloomy and sad, and was the first to break the silence, shaking his head and saying, "What a tragic story."
"My dad actually did such a thing!" Yin Ci chopped the table in half with a sword, his face turned red and white, and he almost screamed madly: "Why would this happen! Why would my dad do such a thing, why did it have to be my dad, why!!!"
Yin Ci lowered his head, veins popping out on his forehead, his black eyes fixed on the ground, the sword in his hand tightened, he almost cried, "Why is it my father—"
"Junior brother, calm down." Jiang Ziyu reached out to pull him, but he was thrown away fiercely.
"Leave me alone!" Yin Ci turned around and roared, his handsome features a little distorted, and the blood-red teardrop mole under his eyes was shockingly bright, as if it was about to drip blood.
"Yin..." A cultivator wanted to step forward to persuade him, but he didn't know what position to use, so he kept his mouth shut.
Should he call him Master Yin again? He suddenly couldn't bring himself to call him that. Should he call him Yin Ci? It would feel awkward.
A sob was heard in the room.
Just when everyone thought they had heard it wrong, Yin Ci suddenly sat down on the ground and burst into tears.
Everyone was stunned, even Jiang Ziyu was stunned.
The doted, young, famous, proud and noble young master of Higurashi lost his image for the first time and cried uncontrollably, his face covered with snot and tears.
"Ouch~" Coal Ball patted his legs gently, as if to comfort him.
"How am I going to face my dad in the future? I hate him so much. I hate him for doing this. He deserves to die. He deserves to die for his own evil deeds!... But I can't bear to see him die... Woo woo woo, why is it my dad!"
He cried so sadly, covering his face with his hands, and tears flowed from his fingertips.
Song Shi knocked him out with a knife, threw him to Jiang Ziyou, and said coldly: "You look so blaming others, it makes people upset."
A monk asked, "What should we do now? Go back to Rimuli and expose Yin Ruoxu?"
Song Shi was so angry that he laughed: "What are you kidding? Going back now? Walking into a trap? Can someone like Yin Ruoxu allow someone who knows this secret to live in the world?"
"So what do you want to do?"
Song Shi said: "I have used the recording stone to seal Shen Susu's memory. Let's leave here first, and then make Yin Ruoxu's crimes public. Let the immortal sects punish this scum."
"Okay." Everyone nodded in agreement.
Yin Buqi glanced at Song Shi without saying anything, and concentrated on bandaging the wound on Jiang Niannian's arm.
Everyone dug a grave for Shen Susu, buried her properly, and then left.
When the people of Qinghe Town knew that they were leaving, they gave away the most valuable things in their homes to express their gratitude. Everyone said it was a small favor and did not accept any.
After discussion, for safety reasons, everyone decided to hide in Shuiyun Sect, one of the four major immortal sects, for a while.
Along the way, Jiang Niannian felt a little melancholy.
"Niannian, what are you thinking about?" Yin Buqi shared a sword with her and hugged her from behind.
Jiang Niannian sighed: "I just feel a little emotional... Does your father's matter have any impact on you?"