The sudden battle on the night of the full moon was a great fright for Kunwu City, which had been peaceful for a long time. But to be honest, the destruction caused by this battle couldn't be considered particularly large. It was nothing more than some buildings collapsing and a few unlucky people who happened to get close to the muzzle of the gun and died gloomily.
The reason for this situation was that the two parties involved in the battle, the Kunlun Party and the Devil Cult, were mostly young disciples. Although there were some outstanding disciples, they were generally a bit weaker.
On the Kunlun Party's side, there was a secret. Most of the powerful and profound Taoist Master Yuanying were pinned down on Heavenly Kun Peak. Compared to the threat of the Devil Cult, the matter they had to face that night was more tense and urgent. On the Devil Cult's side, their strength had probably been damaged in the past ten years. Few Yuanying experts with strong Taoist magic appeared, or even if there were experts, they were afraid of the Kunlun Party's strength and didn't dare to make a move. As for the real reason, only the Devil Cult themselves knew.
In short, after the battle on the night of the full moon, although Kunwu City was in a state of panic for a while, it was still the territory of the Kunlun Party. In the following days, the Kunlun Party ruthlessly "sifted" this lively city and cleaned up many of the shadows that were originally hiding in the dark.
As the saying goes, how can one allow others to sleep beside one's bed? The Kunlun Party was one of the top sects in the world, so it was impossible for them to allow the Devil Cult to develop their power next to them.
As a result, the Devil Cult's spies in Kunwu City were almost wiped out. After all, Kunwu City was a place where the Kunlun Party had operated for countless years. They were deeply rooted in every aspect and infiltrated everywhere. Once a serious investigation was carried out, the majority of the Devil Cult's spies wouldn't be able to hide.
Following such a big movement, Kunwu City also quickly settled down. The dead were buried, the collapsed houses were rebuilt, and everything returned to its original appearance. It was bustling, bustling, flourishing, and flourishing as if nothing had ever happened. And what happened that night also became the topic of people's after-dinner conversations.
Since ancient times, as long as it had nothing to do with them, in the eyes and hearts of most people in the world, it would end up like this. In the end, the big event would become a small matter, and then it would become a dry and colorless impression in their memories.
But to those who were there, experienced that cruel battle, and witnessed death with their own eyes, those memories were completely different. They were filled with sorrow, anger, and hatred that was difficult to suppress.
On that night, the Su family in Kunwu City was one of the places that suffered the most damage in the whole city. Their gate fell, their high walls collapsed, and in the end, many people died.
Logically speaking, everyone only had one life, but there was no such thing as absolute fairness in this world. In everyone's eyes, some people's lives were more important and precious than others.
After that night, the Su family sank into a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere. Many people in their family died, but everyone seemed to only pay attention to the dead young man named Sumo because he was the son of the head of the Su family and Su Qingjun's younger brother.
White cloths were hung on the door, wreaths were piled up, and elegiac couplets were filled with sad eulogies that were both sincere and hypocritical. A coffin made of red nanmu was placed in front of the Su family's mourning hall. Over there, Sumo's mother's face was covered in tears, crying herself hoarse.
Sumo's father, Su Tianhe, was handling many chores in front of the hall. As the head of the Su family and a man, he was obviously much more unyielding than his wife. But even so, his expression was extremely haggard.
In addition to them, many members of the Su family were also in front of the mourning hall. Most of them were dressed in white, handling the unusually sad funeral affairs. Then, listening to the bitter wail of Madame Bai, all of them had complicated expressions and looked at each other from time to time.
"Son, you died so miserably …"
"It's a pity that you suffered such an unexpected disaster at such a young age. God is really blind!"
"Why didn't the person who should die die, but let me, the white-haired person, see the black-haired person die …"
The crying was extremely sharp, as if it was a sharp thorn that made people feel uncomfortable. Many people at the side frowned, but no one dared to speak.
And compared to the grandeur of this mourning hall, the people who died at the same time that night were not so lucky. At this time, no one knew where they were. Either they had no funeral affairs and were hastily buried, or they were casually held by their own family members.
While the place was bustling, a figure suddenly walked in from outside. It was Su Qingjun.
Her body looked much thinner than before, and her face was still pale. It seemed that the injuries she had suffered that day had not healed. But to her, the injuries on her body were probably not important. Her entire appearance seemed to be much colder than before.
Seeing Su Qingjun walk into the mourning hall, the surrounding people immediately quieted down. For a moment, only Madame Bai was still crying and screaming in front of her.
At this moment, Su Qingjun was also dressed in white. She looked around, and her gaze finally fell on the coffin above the mourning hall and the crying mother. Her eyes could not help but redden a little, and she slowly walked over.
She squatted behind Madame Bai and gently hugged her body. Madame Bai leaned against her chest, still crying non-stop, her mouth hoarsely crying non-stop. It seemed that Sumo's death was a great blow to her.
Su Qingjun took a deep breath, wiped her eyes, and then softly said, "Mother, please restrain your grief. Otherwise, your body …"
"What's wrong with my body?" Madame Bai suddenly stopped crying, and asked coldly.
Standing to the side, Su Tianhe seemed to feel something, frowned slightly, and turned to look at her.
Su Qingjun was startled, and said, "You have been crying here for two days, you should rest, or your body will not be able to take it."
"If I can't take it, then just die!" Madame Bai suddenly threw herself to the side of the coffin and cried.
Su Qingjun hurriedly pulled her back, and tried to persuade her, but her mouth was almost dry, but there was no reaction from Madame Bai. Instead, after a short pause, Madame Bai suddenly turned to glare at her, and a trace of hatred and anger appeared in her eyes.
Su Qingjun was shocked, and said, "Mother, why are you looking at me like this?"
"Let me ask you, why didn't you save Mo 'er? Why did you watch him die? "Madame Bai suddenly raised her voice, and asked loudly to Su Qingjun.
Su Qingjun's head buzzed, and it seemed that she couldn't react for a moment. She looked at her mother in shock, and the large group of people in the mourning hall instantly fell silent.
After a moment, Su Qingjun said with a trembling voice, "Mother, no, it's not like that …"
Madame Bai suddenly stood up, and stared at Su Qingjun with a distorted face, and shouted, "I saw it clearly that day, you obviously had the upper hand in the battle with that scoundrel, why did you suddenly lose?"
"Also, that scoundrel clearly knew you. He originally wanted to kill your father and me, but you stopped him. Why didn't you stop him from killing Mo 'er? "
Su Qingjun's mouth was half open, and she wanted to say something, but stopped. There was sorrow and pain on her face, and after a moment, two clear lines of tears flowed down. She just shook her head and smiled bitterly, and said in a low voice, "Mother, it's not like that."
The surrounding crowd was in an uproar, and the sound of discussion instantly merged into a wave of sound. At this moment, who knew how many people were looking at Su Qingjun with a strange gaze.
The originally high and mighty woman, who was already a genius of Jin Dan Friar at such a young age, at this moment, it seemed that she could be despised and discussed at will, like a beautiful jade covered in dust, and everyone couldn't help but want to trample on her.
"Enough!"
There was a shout, and it was Su Tian He who strode over. His face was dark, but he looked around, and then directly waved his hand, saying, "Everyone, please leave for a moment. Our family has something to say."
He had been in charge of the Su family for many years, and people had always been in awe of him. Although this action was a little unreasonable in front of the mourning hall, in the end, everyone slowly left.
When only the three of them were left in the mourning hall, Su Tian He's expression eased a little. He silently glanced at his wife who was standing next to him in tears, and after a sigh, he said, "Jun 'er was just trying to persuade you out of kindness. Why did you deliberately embarrass her in front of so many people?"
Madame Bai's face was gloomy. She suddenly pointed at the coffin and cried, "Is what I said wrong? Mo 'er is lying in there now, without a complete corpse, and his body has been separated from his body, and his body has been stabbed so many times. Isn't he pitiful? As his sister, don't you feel even a little bit guilty? "
She said the last sentence to Su Qingjun while crying. Su Qingjun clenched her teeth, but did not say a word.
Su Tian He looked at his wife, who seemed to have gone mad, and then looked at Su Qingjun. He let out a long sigh, and then pulled Su Qingjun to the side of the mourning hall. After they were a little further away from Madame Bai, Su Tian He lowered his voice and said, "Jun 'er, when Mo' er's funeral is finished, you should go back to Kunlun Mountain."
Su Qingjun's body shook, and her face was pale. She trembled and said, "Father, do you also blame me? Do you not want me anymore?"
Su Tian He shook his head and said, "Mo 'er's death, of course, I am also heartbroken, but not to the extent of losing my mind."
Su Qingjun shed tears and said, "Then why did you ask me to leave the family? Shouldn't you ask me to stay here to help you?"
Su Tian He smiled bitterly and said, "There's nothing to help. That's all there is to it. In fact, the Su family will be handed over to you sooner or later, and the others are not worth mentioning. " He paused and said, "I asked you to leave first, mainly because I don't want to provoke your mother. She loved Mo 'er the most in her life, and Mo' er's death is a great blow to her. You should stay away for the time being."
Su Qingjun said in a low voice, "Then when can I come back?"
Su Tian He shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe …"
A glimmer of hope appeared on Su Qingjun's face, and she asked, "Maybe what?"
Su Tian He glanced at Madame Bai in the distance, and his eyes flickered slightly. He said softly, "You have seen your mother. She has lost her mind, and I am also worried that something will happen to her. Maybe, if you can avenge Sumo, you will treat her better, and you can come back at any time. "
Su Qingjun's body trembled slightly, and then she quickly fell silent.
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