dognovel Chapter 173 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 40 (The End)
Chapter 173 The Buddha Brother and the Assassin Brother 40 (The End)
On the other side, He Yunmin, who hadn't slept for several days, had already found a lot of clues. He was carrying a knife and had come to the mansion of the person who had secretly instructed him. For some reason, he felt extremely suffocated in his chest, which made him particularly want to kill someone.
His father and Zhao Zhao's instructions came to mind again... He couldn't act impulsively, so he endured it again and again, and finally returned to the Blood Moon Killing Hall.
Throughout the journey, He Yunmin felt extremely flustered, as if something had happened. When she returned to her room, she found the letters still lying in a dark corner, which she hadn't had time to open yet due to being too busy.
He Yunmin strode forward, his hands trembling as he looked at each item.
My cousin wrote to me, um... I'll read it later.
A letter from Fu Wei? There's nothing interesting about it.
And Yu Jinxiu's letter? Never mind, too lazy to read it...
He glanced at each letter, noting the signatures, and put them down one by one. Finally, the envelope with the three large characters "He Yunzhao" written neatly on it appeared before him.
He Yunmin's eyes lit up just looking at the name, and he couldn't help but smile with pride.
"I knew I was panicking. Turns out I missed reading the letter my brother had worked so hard to write. He deserves to be punished."
The boy, dressed in black, sat in the corner, carefully lighting a candle. For some reason, his hands trembled violently, causing the flame to flicker and almost fall onto his precious letter. He Yunmin was startled and quickly removed it.
Once the lights were stable, he forced a smile and solemnly opened the "farewell letter."
"My brother Amin, how have you been lately?..." Under the candlelight, the young man read Zhao Zhao's words of advice with tender eyes.
At that time, although he found Zhao Zhao's words, which sounded like instructions for his brother's death, strange, he didn't think about them too deeply. After all, who would think about their brother's death?
If he could, he wished his brother would never die.
As she thought about it, tears welled up in her eyes, and one tear fell right onto the two characters "Min Min" on the paper.
"This letter is short but my feelings are deep. I wish you well." He gently wiped away his tears as he finished reading the letter.
He missed his brother; he wanted to go to Hongci Temple to see him…
Fate played a cruel trick on him; in the end, he never got to visit his beloved brother at Hongci Temple.
Because they respect him, they obey him.
He Yunmin couldn't sleep that night, reminiscing about his family's happy past.
In a few days, once he is fully prepared, he will be able to kill the murderer and bring justice to his deceased friend.
The next day, He Yunmin was not in good spirits and went out before dawn.
Before he knew it, he had arrived at the town at the foot of Hongci Temple Mountain.
At this hour in the past, the streets would have been deserted, but now they are crowded with people, each holding a basket of paper money, and some even draped in white cloth.
In the dim light, everyone's attire made He Yunmin, who was already in a daze, almost think he had entered the underworld.
His heart started pounding again, and tears inexplicably streamed down his face. Only later did he realize that something had indeed happened.
His expression was slightly deranged as he grabbed a crying passerby and asked, "What's going on?! What are you doing?"
The boy who was grabbed by the collar was a teenager. When he saw He Yunmin holding a knife and looking fierce, he choked up and said, "It's...it's Master Ruosheng of Hongci Temple who has passed away...We have all received his kindness, so we have come to mourn him."
"What did you say?!"
A thunderbolt seemed to strike He Yunmin's head, instantly turning his hands and feet ice-cold, so trembling that he couldn't even make any other movements. In the distance, he heard chanting Buddhist hymns. He looked up blankly, his face covered in tears and snot, but he still saw a black coffin following behind a group of white-robed monks.
"You're lying to me, you're definitely lying to me!"
Instantly, his face turned fierce, and he charged forward, knife in hand. He looked dazed, muttering, "Impossible, this can't be!"
"My brother is perfectly healthy, how dare you curse him!" He Yunmin laughed and cried at the same time as the coffin drew closer and closer. He raised his hand to pry open the coffin lid with a knife.
Fu Wei, whose eyes were swollen, also looked fierce. Seeing that He Yunmin was looking for trouble, he instantly kicked him hard.
Caught off guard, He Yunmin was injured. He bent over, his eyes fierce, "How dare you hurt my brother! Are you looking for death?"
He stopped trying to pry open the coffin lid and shifted his target to kill the bald monk who had injured his brother.
Fu Wei was angry and unwilling to admit defeat.
"Stop!" Xuan Xin stepped forward to take charge. Seeing that He Yunmin was still acting crazy, he raised his scepter to strike him.
He Yunmin's eyes hardened, and he snatched the old monk's broken stick with one hand, about to break it.
A series of ethereal chants reached her ears again, and at the same time, Xuanxin's regretful voice rang out, "Benefactor, Ruosheng is gone."
"If you still care about him, let him leave with dignity."
He Yunmin stood there, his eyes sometimes clear and sometimes dazed, muttering "Impossible".
Taking advantage of the chaos, he threw himself onto the coffin, his tear-streaked face pressed directly against the coffin lid.
"Brother, if that's the case, why don't you take me with you?"
……
Three days have passed since Zhaozhao left us. This grand Buddhist funeral was attended by all those who had received good karma from Zhaozhao.
He Yunmin finally saw He Qianyan and Su Tangyue. Both of them were in poor health. Their father had lost an arm and their mother was disabled in both legs. Accompanying them was Jun Chenyun, the young master of Medicine King Valley, who had received Zhaozhao's kindness.
When his family was massacred years ago, he casually saved He Qianyan and Su Tangyue, who were on the verge of death. Now that their injuries have stabilized, he allowed them to leave the valley.
Unexpectedly, I heard such terrible news.
He Yunmin lay on his father's chest, his eyes glazed over and tears streaming down his face. The appearance of the two men once again triggered his fragile nerves.
The family of three looked stunned and couldn't say a word. Jun Chenyun stepped forward to offer comfort, but He Yunmin grabbed his wrist.
He straightened up, disheveled and with bloodshot eyes. "Take my father and mother back to Medicine King Valley. From now on, don't let them leave the valley."
"I entrust my father and mother to you." He Yunmin kowtowed deeply to him, then, carrying a knife, disregarding his parents' objections, he came to the Xiao residence under the moonlight.
……
In the past two days, a major event has occurred: He Yunmin, in a fit of rage, wiped out the Xiao family, the same family that had previously exterminated the entire He family.
The Xiao family secretly has the backing of the royal family. As a lone man, he is not afraid of royal retaliation. All 121 people in the Xiao family are accounted for. This time, he is not like the assassins hired by the Xiao family before, who were careless and left behind the troublemaker he once was.
He killed the child too.
My father and mother have accumulated good deeds throughout their lives, but in the end, they only had a conflict of interest with the Xiao family, which brought them this trouble. Good deeds have not been rewarded, but evil deeds must have been punished.
On the day he annihilated the entire Xiao family, He Yunmin made ample preparations, using all means possible, including poison, hidden weapons, knives and guns, and hiring assassins.
It was a stormy night, and the autumn rain fell mercilessly on He Yunmin's blood-stained and disheveled figure. He had countless wounds on his body, and the puddles on the ground were stained red with blood.
He Yunmin stared blankly at the blood on the ground, his expression bewildered and aggrieved. It seemed he had injured his brother again...
"No, if you get wet in the rain, your body will feel even worse..." He Yunmin had no strength left, and after taking only two steps, he instantly knelt on the ground.
There was a roof not far away...
He scrambled up the roof using both his hands and feet, and in his blurry vision, a pair of simple cloth shoes suddenly appeared in front of him.
He Yunmin's eyes hardened, and he subconsciously said, "Damn it, we haven't finished killing them yet."
He raised his knife, about to make a move, when the other's sword was immediately pressed against his chest. He Yunmin had lost too much blood and was powerless to fight back. "You dare to hurt my brother's body..." The sword pierced through his heart. Before he died, all he could think about was that he had hurt his brother's body.
“Lu…Ming…” He Yunmin’s eyes widened. As Lu Ming drew his sword, he fell heavily to the ground, splashing water everywhere. In less than a moment, his breathing stopped completely.
[Congratulations to the host, the mission is completed. 】
A massive flash of lightning illuminated Lu Ming's pale face. He forced a smile and uttered, "What is there to be happy about?" before the thunder roared past and he vanished from the world.
That's great, he can finally go home.
Lu Ming thought that when he got home, the first thing he would do was wash his hands...
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