The next day, Zhang Hei found himself waking up alone in his bed in the morning, but it felt like he was paralyzed and couldn't move at all. That was why he just lay on the bed staring blankly at the ceiling.
"Is it true that Fu Wei Long is the reincarnation of Zhang Xiang? Is that why I felt close to him since the first day I saw him several years ago?" He muttered as he continued to stare at the ceiling.
His younger brother, Zhang Xiang, had died a long time ago, even longer than when he had massacred everyone in the palace. He was somewhat grateful that Zhang Xiang had died before the tragedy happened. He couldn't imagine how his brother would feel if he knew that he had massacred everyone in the palace cruelly, and his brother would probably hate him for his cruelty.
