Yuan Jingjiang was frantically slapping his own face.

Regret had reached an immeasurable level.

His brother-in-law’s dream had always been to truly become a Guardian of the Great Hall.

To wear that black star-patterned Guardian’s Clothes!

He once said: Brother-in-law, when I get married, I want to wear my Guardian’s Clothes as the groom’s attire!

But just as his dream was about to be realized, I stopped him.

That single act caused Tang Zheng to never wear the clothes he had longed for, even until his death!

Yuan Jingjiang’s pain and anguish had reached an extreme level.

Fang Che sighed softly, looking at Tang Zheng’s proud face.

He suddenly remembered the conversation from that day.

...

"Steward Fang, my mom says I’ve become more like a man these days and wants to thank you."

"Steward Fang, I’ve been alive for over thirty years and never felt like a man, a hero, until these past few days. Steward Fang, thank you."

"Thank me? I don’t even know myself if giving you Elixir Pills and guiding you on the path of the Guardian helped or harmed you."

...

"Mr. Fang, this is my application letter."

"My childhood dream was to become a Guardian!"

"I’m not afraid anymore; I’ve even killed seven chickens with my own hands!"

...

Fang Che looked at Tang Zheng’s cold body.

One of his hands was still clutching the Short Knife, and the deep, bloody wounds on this side revealed they were self-inflicted.

This person, who needed courage to kill a single chicken, at the end of his life, cut his own flesh with the knife, one stab after another.

Just to keep himself awake?

He opened Tang Zheng’s shirt, revealing a previously white, now filthy undershirt with a few blurred words written in blood.

"The three old neighbors are... heads!"

From these few words, it was clear that Tang Zheng had tried his best to write neatly, but after all, he was writing blindly.

Fang Che worked hard to recognize and discern six words.

The seventh word, due to many strokes, had become a blur.

However, anyone who saw these six words could easily deduce that the seventh word must be "Demon"!

The three old neighbors are Demons!

Fang Che grabbed Yuan Jingjiang’s collar, who was blurred by tears, and growled through gritted teeth: "Stop crying! Where did Tang Zheng live recently?"

"Just... not far ahead."

"Lead the way!"

Fang Che gave Yuan Jingjiang a shove, causing him to stagger, and scolded fiercely: "Do you think you can make a Hall Master with your tears? Lead the way! What are you hesitating for!"

"What about Tang Zheng..."

"Someone will deal with Tang Zheng’s body, and they’ll bring it back!"

Fang Che said coldly: "Lead the way! If we die, someone will bring our bodies back too!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Yuan Jingjiang replied in a startled tone: "Yes, let’s go!"

He stood up and led the way alone at the front.

Fang Che let out a snort, removing his Chief Steward’s clothes, and gently covered Tang Zheng with them. He took one last look at Tang Zheng’s peaceful face.

"Tang Zheng... if we meet again in the next life, don’t follow me again..."

Then he got up and followed with a few Guardians of the Great Hall experts.

Behind them.

Tang Zheng lay on the ground, covered with the Steward’s Clothes.

Two Golden Stars shone at the collar.

On his face was a look of pride, and in his eyes, a satisfied, faint smile.

...

"Be careful not to alert the enemy."

The group arrived at a small courtyard.

"This is Tang Zheng’s recent dwelling. He and Chen Xiaomei were always here. Chen Xiaomei is Little Mei, the person Tang Zheng liked..."

The group quickly entered.

Then they discovered the deceased Chen Xiaomei lying on the bed as if in peaceful sleep.

For a moment, the crowd felt as if their throats were blocked.

Yuan Jingjiang sighed deeply: "Their relationship was never accepted by Tang Zheng’s family because Little Mei had been married before, so..."

Fang Che said coldly: "So now, no one can stop them anymore!"

Yuan Jingjiang sighed wearily: "Yes, now nobody can stop them from being together because they... are forever together now."

Fang Che said: "Bury them together, Master Yuan, I hope there will be no opposition to this?"

"There will definitely be no opposition!"

Yuan Jingjiang assured with sorrow: "I guarantee it!"

"That’s good!"

Fang Che said lightly: "Tang Zheng was my subordinate, and he’s dead; I want his final matters to be handled properly. If you can’t do it, I’ll handle it personally."

"It will definitely be handled properly!"

Yuan Jingjiang assured, his eyes red.

...

"Everyone else, scatter and investigate each of the nearby households. It shouldn’t be just Little Mei who has perished!"

"Yes."

Everyone immediately dispersed.

In the sky, thunder rumbled, like a sun appearing in the night sky.

Endless Sword Qi suddenly spread like radiance, shaking all directions.

"Lord Jian is here!"

Someone cheered!

Fang Che said coldly: "What does Lord Jian’s arrival have to do with your duties? Get to work!"

Then his eyes looked at the next door and asked: "Who lives next door?"

"Two old ladies, in their twilight years. There’s a sick person in the house, seems to be an old man."

Fang Che sighed and said: "Alas, in these times... two old ladies and a sickly old man... they really suffer, let’s go take a look."

The Ningxue Sword stood proudly in the sky, its Sword Qi like the light of the great sun, sternly illuminating all directions.

The Divine Sense descended like a dome, identifying everything in Baiyun State.

And searching for anyone it might recognize.

Friendly or enemy.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he muttered: "Unexpectedly, meeting this little fellow again. Interesting, interesting. He even seems quite authoritative, leading people to perform tasks, quite commanding. Sitting bare-assed on a bench, with precision and accuracy."