His body was rigid, his heart pounding.
Perhaps he hadn’t thought of anything at the moment he acted, but when he truly choked his own granddaughter to death with his hands.
At this very moment, his mind was roaring.
He wasn’t human, how could he have choked his own granddaughter to death?
Would he be struck by lightning as punishment?
His mind was in utter chaos.
And just then, he suddenly heard a noise at the door, frightening Old Man Wang into a panic as he looked toward the entrance.
He then saw Dongfang Yu, standing calmly at the doorway.
In that moment, his heart was thumping wildly.
Dongfang Yu, apparently very satisfied,
crouched down to look at Wang Yuan.
He reached out to check her nose, then withdrew his hand.
Perhaps feeling that being tainted by the aura of the dead was undesirable.
He then took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands.
Afterward, with a flick of his fingers, the handkerchief turned to ashes.
By this time, Old Man Wang was already feeling dizzy and drowsy.
No matter what, he had killed his own flesh and blood. Perhaps he hadn’t had many thoughts at the moment of murder, but after Wang Yuan was truly dead,
he felt a twinge of regret.
Yet, in front of the light-hearted Young Sect Master,
he still dared not say anything.
Because he had heard from the former eldest disciple that, in the earliest days, the sect had contested for territory with another sect, at which time their sect suffered countless deaths and injuries.
Perhaps to the Sect Leader before him, the death of one person was simply inconsequential.
Nevertheless, his body was still trembling slightly.
Dongfang Yu’s brow furrowed slightly.
Although he felt disdain, he thought that having been away from the sect for such a long time, achieving this much was already quite good.
So, with a thought in his palm,
a gold nugget the size of his fist appeared in his hand.
It seemed to weigh about two jin.
He extended his hand, presenting it in front of Old Man Wang,
The gold nugget, the size of his fist, lay quietly in Dongfang Yu’s palm.
Old Man Wang’s eyes lit up at the sight of the large gold nugget.
He hurriedly reached out to receive it.
He carefully placed it in his palm; it was gold, pure gold.
It must be worth a fortune.
A glint of greed flashed in the depths of Old Man Wang’s eyes.
Dongfang Yu remained calm in expression.
He slowly withdrew his hand.
The room was somewhat cold.
The atmosphere oppressive.
He glanced at the corpse on the ground, moved his finger, and took out a Spirit Talisman, handing it to Old Man Wang with the instruction, "Take this Spirit Talisman, burn it at the crossroads, then return here in half an hour."
He then whispered some more instructions to the old man.
Afterward, carrying his cat, he left the cramped courtyard without looking back.
Strolling nonchalantly under the dim streetlights.
He then got into a black car.
And slowly left the place.
As instructed by the Sect Leader, Old Man Wang burned the Spirit Talisman at the crossroads, and then something eerie happened.
There was an almost imperceptible twist and fluctuation in the air.
Finally, a figure appeared at the crossroads.
It was the spitting image of Qin Yize.
Then, the figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.
Soon after, a figure hurried from their courtyard alley, from his house’s doorway, toward the crossroads.
His silhouette, as if dispersed by the wind,
vanished without a trace, unnoticed by all...
And at the mouth of that alley, passersby indeed saw such a person, but no one paid it any mind.