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Chapter 77

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The fire in the room was actually not too big. The silk screen in the outer room had already been burnt by the high temperature, but the furniture and utensils were still unharmed. At this moment, the room was like the Water Curtain Cave in the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits. Outside was a curtain of water, but inside was a different world.

Yang Mingsheng felt his way to the door of the room. Even though his face was wrapped in thick bandages, but his hands and feet were being roasted, and the heatwaves he breathed in and swallowed made it clear to him that there was a fire in the room. Yang Mingsheng could not help but shout, "Someone come! Someone come quickly! "

He had once felt that there was nothing left to live for, but when the god of death really walked in front of him, he still felt fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Sir Lang Zhong, there is no need to be anxious. It will take a while for the fire to reach here."

An old and somewhat hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears. This voice was far too familiar to Yang Mingsheng. He did not know how many nightmares he had these past few days, but all of them were filled with this voice. Yang Mingsheng jumped in fright and almost fell down, but he was firmly supported by a pair of arms.

The heat in the room surged, but Yang Mingsheng felt a bone-chilling cold. He would never forget this person. It was this person who used boiling water to cruelly blind his eyes, burned his face, and destroyed his future and hopes. Now, he heard this voice again. Yang Mingsheng's body violently trembled. He suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "Where is Cai Dongcheng?"

"Dead."

"Wu Shaodong?"

"He's also dead."

That person lightly laughed, "In addition, a few people have died. Right now, your residence is on fire. When the sun rises, your residence will become a piece of white land."

Yang Mingsheng screamed in a hoarse voice, "Demon, you demon!"

"Don't be impatient, Yang Langzhong. We don't have much time left."

The voice by his ear was very gentle, "This fire is actually not big at all. It will only burn one of your Yang family's residences. For the entirety of Luoyang City, and even for the entire Xiu wen workshop, it will not have the slightest effect. It will not affect other families, and even your own family and relatives will not be affected much."

The outer hall had already begun to burn. The doors and windows made crackling sounds, just like firecrackers during the new year.

Yang Fan said, "You and your wife do not get along. I heard that even your daughter is not your biological daughter."

Yang Fan moved closer to his ear and whispered, "That little girl, I've seen her before. She is very beautiful. That facial features really do not resemble you at all. Master Lang Zhong is really perceptive, she is indeed not your daughter, no wonder you dislike her so much. "

Yang Mingsheng was so angry that his entire body began to tremble. His eye sockets were filled with pain, most likely from his wounds, "Get out of my way, get out of my way!"

Yang Fan leisurely said, "If you die, your wife can remarry. Perhaps she can marry the person she truly likes. And the daughter you've raised for so many years will also find her biological father. They can live better lives, at least happier than when they were by your side. Your family and servants can also be packed up and sent to other people.

And this residence of yours, after it has been burnt to a piece of white land, your wife will perhaps sell this land to someone else and move in with her lover. Or perhaps she will build a new mansion here. After all, although her family does not have any power, they are very rich. They can build a bedroom here, and set up her wedding bed on top of your bones. "

Yang Mingsheng's body was trembling. Every word of Yang Fan was like a knife, deeply stabbing into his heart. Every word that Yang Fan said, undoubtedly had a high possibility of becoming a reality. Because of this, that kind of anger and sorrow, was far more unbearable than the pain on his body.

But he was no longer the authoritative Disciplinary Officer of the Ministry of Justice who held the power of life and death. In the raging fire, he was only a blind man without the strength to truss a chicken. An assassin could crush him like an ant at any time.

He was trembling, trembling like a leaf in the wind. Yang Fan's voice gradually became cold, like a bleak autumn wind, blowing past his body, "And me? Yang Langzhong, that fire that you set, burned my sky, burned everything that I had!

That day, I fell from a tree and went out for the first time after recuperating at home for three months. That day, my mother was making bone soup for me at home. She said that it would take a hundred days for my injured muscles and bones to recover, so I still had to continue recuperating. My father was sharpening a ruler, because I did not want to study properly, he broke the ruler when he was teaching me a lesson …

That day, Sister Xiuxiu was embroidering a wedding dress under the sun, while Uncle Qiu and Uncle Fang were playing chess under the shade of a tree. I don't remember whether it was a locust tree or an elm tree, it was too long ago … That day, my neighbor's San Xizi was herding sheep in the wilderness. I was chased by a big white goose, and my sister carried me up the mountain … "

Yang Fan's eyes gradually filled with crystalline tears. He looked at Yang Mingsheng, who could no longer stand steadily. The light from the fire reflected on his face, but it was as cold as reflecting a block of ice. "With a single order from you, all of my family died, my friends, and my neighbors also died. That village was labeled as a plague, and since then, it has become an abandoned land. Now, it has become a wasteland. You killed my entire family, but I only seek revenge on you, not your wife and daughter. You are much luckier than me, don't you think so, Yang Langzhong! "

"You … You are not an old man!"

Hearing his words, Yang Mingsheng suddenly came back to his senses.

Yang Fan quietly said, "Yes, I am not old. That year, I was only nine years old. Thanks to you, from that year onwards, I became an orphan!"

His voice was no longer old, but had returned to the clear voice of a young man.

Yang Mingsheng's trembling body gradually calmed down. He already knew that he had no way out. The other party would not let him go, so why should he be afraid? After all, he was not an ordinary person. At this time, his spiritual sense gradually became clear. Thinking back to everything that had happened in the past, he could no longer say that he hated him. After all, the other party had enough reason to seek revenge on him.

Although if he had the slightest chance, he still would not let go of the opportunity to put the other party to death, but this in itself had nothing to do with hatred. But he also knew that this kind of opportunity was also impossible. Right now, he only had one doubt left: Why did this person take the risk to break into the room to see him?

"Yang Langzhong, your life ends today. I came to see you because I want to ask clearly who it was that made you come all the way to Shaozhou to kill people. Who is the mastermind behind the scenes, and what is your purpose?"

Yang Mingsheng let out a strange sneer, and asked mockingly, "What makes you think I will tell you?"

Yang Fan said, "Because, Cai Dongcheng and the others are all dead, and you will die soon. If you don't tell me, it is very likely that I will never find out the truth of the Shaozhou murder case. "

Yang Mingsheng sneered and said, "So what? Could it be that if the Shaozhou murder case cannot be redressed, I will not die in peace? "

Yang Fan said calmly, "In that case, I won't be able to find the real murderer. If I can't find the real murderer, I won't be able to continue the investigation. If I can't continue the investigation, then … for me, it will be a pity, but I won't be in any danger. I can buy a house, marry a wife, have children, and live a good life. And the real mastermind behind you can also live with a clear conscience until he dies of old age. I think, this is not what you want to see, right?"

These words sounded a bit strange, but Yang Mingsheng understood, so he became silent.

Yang Mingsheng was silent for a long time. The fire was burning closer and closer. Even Yang Fan had a feeling of suffocation and burning pain. From time to time, a piece of wood for fuel would fall from the roof, and sparks would fly in front of them. The house was already on the verge of collapse.

Yang Fan wrapped himself in the quilt and said, "Originally, I wanted to give you a quick death. Now, you can slowly burn in the fire. When the fire engulfs your body, remember to think about how many innocent people have died in your hands like this."

Yang Fan wanted to jump out of the house, but Yang Mingsheng suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

Yang Fan stopped. Yang Mingsheng screamed, "Miao Shenke, Qiu Shenji!"

Yang Fan flashed to his side, raised his foot and kicked, using a square table to knock away a falling wooden beam. Amid the sparks, he asked, "Miao Shenke, Qiu Shenji? Why did they want to massacre that manor? "

He had heard of the name Qiu Shenji, but he had never heard of Miao Shenke.

Yang Mingsheng laughed crazily. His laughter sounded like he was crying, "How would I know! Hahaha, in the eyes of the powerful, I, Yang, am just a nobody. If they want me to do something, I have to do it. How would I know why? Hahahaha, I also want to know why. "

When Yang Fan rushed out of the fire, the house behind him shook a few times and collapsed with a loud bang. The fire immediately became more intense, forcing people to retreat more than ten steps before they could stand firmly.

Yang Fan's clothes were burnt in many places, and his hair and eyebrows were burnt. Steward Liu supported him and asked anxiously, "Where is our Ah Lang?"

Yang Fan shook his head and said, "The fire was too big. I … didn't find the doctor. Later, I couldn't bear it anymore and ran out."

The sky was turning white. Amidst the dancing flames, the bell on the Gate of Heaven rang.

The ringing of the bell covered the cries and screams in Yang Mingsheng's house …

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