Sikong Jing's voice rolled out to the people around him, each of them screaming, "Ajing, we were wrong, spare us."
Thump, thump, thump...
It was of no use, his sister was Sikong Jing's heart.
The thing he regretted most in his life was not being able to get the money sooner to treat his sister's illness.
Those who dared touch Ling'er would all have to die.
The blood of everyone present turned into a mist, settling around Sikong Ling's gravesite and forming a pitiful red.
Sikong Jing trembled all over, overwhelmed with guilt for his sister's disturbed spirit.
Su Yuexi tightly held his hand, transmitting warmth silently, comforting her husband.
Finally, Sikong Jing gradually calmed down and spoke hoarsely.
"Back then, although I had joined the Great Shang Army, the money I earned was only enough to afford a small mound," he said.
