"Originally, I wanted to perish together with you, but you should really be glad that someone dispelled this idea for me." Duan Chang Feng smiled, looked at Xiahou Qing, and then glanced at Ning Shu. He raised his head and looked at the black clouds hovering above his head, as if he was thinking of an old person he hadn't seen for a long time. He took a deep breath, took off the Thunder Fire Pill, and threw it on the ground. Then he turned around, revealing his back that had long been bent by the wind and sand to the world.
He closed his eyes and said in a clear voice, "Bring me a fire!"
Jiu Si lit a torch and slowly burned it on his back according to his instructions. The yellow and skinny skin on his back slowly turned yellow under the flickering flames. Beads of sweat appeared on Duan Chang Feng's forehead. He clenched his teeth and resisted the inhuman pain with all his strength.
Everyone felt their hair stand on end. They didn't know what he wanted to do. Roasting his own skin with fire, was this person crazy?
The next moment, they saw the red skin on his back gradually change color, and black lines appeared one after another. More and more black lines appeared, and they gradually connected together to form a dense set of words. Ning Shu looked at this scene in shock, and her heart was filled with mixed feelings. She couldn't bear to look away.
When all the words appeared, Jiu Si quickly took the torch and picked up Duan Chang Feng, who had almost fainted from the pain. "Mr. Duan, are you okay?"
Duan Chang Feng waved his hand weakly, as if he had just been fished out of the water. Then, he placed his hands on the wall, trembling as he supported his hunched waist little by little. Then, with all his strength, he shouted to the world in a hoarse voice, "Haven't you always wanted to ask where the real account book is? Open your eyes wide for me! Hahahaha —! "
He laughed loudly, and his laughter was carefree and tragic. "Cao, you personally sent people to destroy the real account book, and destroyed all the evidence related to you. Since then, you think you can sit back and relax, and completely wash your hands of this case? You didn't expect it, did you? [Every word in that account book has long been engraved on my back!] For so many years, I carried it on my back as I walked, leaned on it to sleep, and carried it to live in the human world. Every day was painful and unbearable. I left my home and lived like a walking corpse, waiting for the day when your crimes would be exposed to the world! Look, all of you, open your eyes wide and look carefully! Watch how ghosts put on human skin, watch how loyal officials are forced into a dead end, watch how power covers the sky with one hand! "
The moment this human flesh account book appeared, the real ending of this case was destined. The indignant shouts of the people almost overturned the entire Meridian Gate. Seeing that more and more people broke through Yongchengwei's blockade and surrounded the gate tower, Cao Zhengwei's knees went soft and he fell to the ground like mud.
The result was obvious. There was only one way in front of them. Empress Cao reluctantly and tearfully made the decision to behead Cao.
When a head fell to the ground, the shocking case that had lasted for ten years finally came to an end. The heavy rain that had been lingering and brewing in the sky finally fell down like a sigh, soaking the hot blood on the ground and slowly melting into one place. At this point, the people were finally satisfied, and they all went home to hide from the rain after being driven by the soldiers.
Looking at Cao Zhengwei's scattered body and head, Cao Huayu knelt down and cried bitterly. The rest of the people watched silently and sighed.
With tears in her eyes, Qinxin murmured, "We took revenge, didn't we?"
"Yes, we finally took revenge for our father … Headmaster, Headmaster, did you see that? We did it, we really did it …" Several children hugged each other tightly and cried loudly.
Ten years, it was really too long. It was so long that they couldn't remember what the man called Zhao Mingzhen looked like. They only vaguely remembered that he was very thin, no different from the skinned withered branches on the roadside. He bent down with a sad face and picked them up from the dry riverbed and the fields full of corpses one by one. He held them in his thin arms, saving his own rations and giving them a life. His home was also very shabby and empty, which was not at all like what was described in the drama. They lost their father, but they had a home again on the day they met him.
It seemed that he had raised them for less than half a year, and some of them were even raised for two or three months, or ten days. But the time of ants was too short. They could only remember one thing and one person in their life, and that was enough.
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