Chapter 155: Betraying the Country's Judgment! (2 updates seeking flowers)

  But I don't regret it, because my whole life as a convict belongs to my teacher; without him, I would have been sentenced to death forty years ago.

  Xiao Yun, you don't know that I was wrongly accused forty years ago. I didn't kill anyone. Not only that, my family, my wife, and my parents were all secretly murdered by them.

  But they even falsely accused me of killing my own parents, I hate it.

  They colluded with government officials and businessmen, at that time I was just a small ordinary citizen, how could I fight against them?

  But no matter how much I hate and resent, it's useless. No one believes me. I've had enough of their disdainful and mocking gazes. If possible, I'd rather devour their flesh and drink their blood.

  Fortunately, your mother was out of town at the time and escaped this disaster. Later, when the execution by shooting took place, the teacher appeared and saved me from the hail of bullets, giving me a new life, teaching me skills, and helping me take revenge.

  Three years later, I finally avenged my great hatred. From that moment on, I vowed that this life of Ge Feng belongs to the teacher, even if the teacher told me later that he was not Chinese, I would have no regrets.

  Because in this world, only the teacher is best to me. Without him, I would not be able to avenge my parents and wife, who were ruined by our own countrymen. What else do I have to hesitate about? So, I decided to help the teacher complete his great work.

  Ge Feng gazed out at the starry sky and let out a deep sigh. "Xiao Yun, do you think Grandpa was wrong to do this?"

  Zhou Yun lowered her head and didn't speak for a long time.

  "Xiao Yun, don't be afraid, just say whatever comes to mind. I only want to hear the truth." At this moment, Ge Feng seemed to have aged ten years, his face full of vicissitudes. "Actually, I also don't want to become the eternal sinner of the Ge family. I'm afraid that after I die, I won't have the face to meet my ancestors."

  Bitterly smiling and shaking his head, Ge Feng let out a deep sigh once more. "Xiao Yun, do you know why my teacher saved me?"

  "Because my Ge family's ancestor was Ge Hong, the Eastern Jin Dynasty's Baopuzi Ge Hong!" Ge Feng bitterly smiled, "The reputation that our ancestors worked hard to establish has been completely ruined by my generation, haha."

  The beauty in black, Zhou Yun, was slightly startled when she heard the two words 'Ge Hong'. She followed Ge Feng to learn Taoist magic and naturally knew Ge Hong's immortal name. It's just that she didn't expect that the Ge family would pass down to Ge Hong afterwards. Is this true?

  Ge Hong was the founder of Taoism in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, a man from 284 AD, more than two thousand years ago. Isn't it difficult to continue the legacy?

  This is an impossible thing, why would Ge Feng say such a thing?

  Zhou Yun thought silently, but she still didn't say a word.

  Ge Feng, who was gazing up at the night sky, seemed to have grown tired of talking and stopped, falling silent instead. This silence lasted for a full half hour.

  Ge Feng didn't speak, and neither did Zhou Yun, the black-clad beauty standing behind him. The two of them stood there in silence, one in front of the other, on the rooftop.

  At last, after nearly forty minutes, Ge Feng let out a sigh and said, "Xiao Yun, you're here to report the situation at Su Hong Village, aren't you? Speak."

  Upon hearing this, Zhou Yun, who had been standing respectfully for a long time, slightly relaxed and said quietly, "Master, as you requested, I took three disciples to the forbidden area behind the mountain in Su Hong Village. However, unexpectedly, the seal that led to the ancient tomb in the back mountain had been altered by someone. With the disciples' current strength, it was impossible for them to forcibly break through. Therefore, the disciples rushed back to H City overnight to report to Master and await your instructions."

  "Been altered by someone?" Ge Feng suddenly turned his head, a pair of sharp eyes staring tightly at Zhou Yun, and after a moment continued, "You're certain."

  "The disciple does not dare to have a slight concealment." Zhou Yun spoke out in reverence.

  Upon hearing this, Ge Feng nodded slightly and began to calculate with his fingers. However, the more he calculated, the tighter his brows furrowed. "The heavenly mechanism is obscured, and all phenomena are vague. Could something have happened to Shantian? It shouldn't be possible, right? With Shantian's strength combined with the ancient tomb's mechanisms, Wu Zhengxie would definitely die even if he were at the Soul Circle realm."

  Frowning and muttering to himself, Ge Feng's expression suddenly changed, "Unless the ancient corpse has broken free from its seal!"

  Ge Feng immediately turned around, his face serious, "Xiao Yun, get ready, tomorrow morning we set out for Hongcun Village."

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  Yan Jing sat at home on the windowsill, her hands propping up her chin as she stared blankly at the night sky outside, thinking about every detail of her time with Wu Zhengye. She smiled foolishly, but after the smile faded, a look of disappointment crept back onto her face. "Husband, where are you now? Why haven't you called me yet? Have you forgotten my phone number? Even if you've forgotten my phone number, you should at least remember the police department's number 110, right?"

  Saying that, Yan Jing pouted her mouth like a little girl, "Husband, don't you miss me at all? I've missed you."

  Yan Jing picked up a large pile of wedding invitations behind her, looked at them, and a happy smile appeared on her face again. "Husband, I counted it, we need to invite 169 people for our wedding, including all colleagues from the police stations in both southern and northern parts of the city, Director Chen, Dean Geng, Mayor Guanghua, and so on."

  "I want to let everyone know that I, Zheng Jie, have gotten married, and my husband is Wu Zhongxiao. Also, on the day of our wedding, we plan to donate all the gift money we receive to the 'Big Love' charity fund, calling on kind-hearted citizens to make donations together. We will use all the donated money to help poor people and those pitiful children."

  "Honey, you don't know, but now I've handed over the management rights of the Da Ai Charity Fund to Cheng Zhong's parents, and even told them the password for the bank card. I believe they will do a better job than me."

  "It's not because I'm lazy, the most important reason is that I don't have extra time to manage it, and also, I want to use as much time as possible to love you!"

  "Husband, are you okay? You entered the underground dark river, but where did that dark river flow to?" Yan Jing's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed. "No, I have to go ask him again. As the owner of the ancient tomb, he should know which river the underground dark river flows into."

  She thought for a moment, then quietly got back into bed, pulled up the covers and fell asleep.

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  The next day, when the first sunlight shone into the room, Yan Jing woke up and tidied up the room. After going to the police station to take care of some things, she set off for Hongcun Village.

  After a three-hour drive, she finally arrived at the entrance of Hongcun Village, but instead of entering the village, she went around Hongcun Village and headed towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.

  Half an hour later, she finally arrived at the ancestral worship platform of the Li family in Su Hong Village, only to find that she was slightly frowning, "Why does it feel like the atmosphere is not quite right?"

  With the intuition of a seasoned police officer and the sensitivity of the heavenly soul amulet, she discovered that the atmosphere in this place was not right now. The last time she came here, the atmosphere was somewhat dull and oppressive, but it wouldn't be as tense and murderous as it is now.

  "What exactly happened in there?" Yan Jing's eyebrows furrowed tightly as she proceeded with cautious steps.

  As she walked out of the fog, a loud rumble suddenly entered her ears. She trembled violently and hastily hid behind a huge rock beside her, carefully looking towards the source of the rumble.

  All that can be seen is that in front of the "fake mountain wall", a middle-aged man wearing gray casual clothes is constantly pounding on the wall with his fists, and every punch he makes has a loud noise, but this fog barrier seems to be used for soundproofing, and nothing can be heard when entering the fog barrier.

  More than ten meters behind the middle-aged man in gray, four people, one woman and three men, stood respectfully. They were so still that their faces couldn't be seen, only their silhouettes could be used to analyze that these four people should not be very old.

  And that 'fake mountain wall' had been bombarded with crack after crack, and was on the verge of completely collapsing.

  At this time, Yan Jing's pupils suddenly contracted because the woman among the four people turned her head and glanced at the giant stone where she was.

  "Sister, what's wrong?"

  As he saw the woman's movements, another man beside her asked and also turned back to look behind him, but in his eyes, there was nothing unusual behind him except mountains, trees and stones.

  "Oh, nothing," the woman turned her head away, "this boundary wall is indeed sturdy, and even with Master's strength, it can't be blasted open in a short time."

  "Sister Shī, you said the ancient corpse inside, did it really break free from its seal?" Another man asked in a low voice, his tone trembling with fear.

  "What's there to be afraid of?" another man said with disdain, looking at the speaker as if intentionally showing off in front of the woman. "There is Lord Yamada sitting in the ancient tomb, and even if the ancient corpse really breaks free from its seal, it may not necessarily be a match for Lord Yamada. Besides, when our master blasts open the barrier, by then, with Lord Yamada's help, won't the ancient corpse be captured easily?"

  Besides, if Master and Lord Yamada can't subdue the ancient corpse together, isn't there still Elder Sister? Elder Sister's strength is the strongest among us, now in the middle of Yuanli Realm. Who knows, with her help, it might be like a single leaf that topples a giant mountain, achieving unimaginable results?"

  "Are you saying that I am as insignificant as a fallen leaf compared to that ancient corpse?" The woman looked at the speaker with a cold gaze.

  Upon hearing this, the flattering man immediately gave a dry laugh. "No way, I was just making an analogy about the role you play in it, sister. In my heart, you are like a tall mountain that needs to be looked up to, an object of admiration and respect for me, your younger brother, as well as a model and goal for learning."

  "Alright, you talk too much." The woman coldly glanced at the man who spoke, then immediately looked seriously at the 'fake mountain wall' that the grey-clothed man was striking, "It's going to shatter, within ten punches, the seal will definitely break."