EBE Chapter 339
Chapter 339
Ni Yangzhou had the good fortune to witness the second half of his mother's life.
Sang Shulan was more sensitive than others imagined. Yan Congzhi did not rush to explain everything that day, but turned back to the mansion to make new plans. He asked someone to make fake video footage. The young man in the video was lifelike, saying that he went abroad to accompany his tutor to do a project.
But there were still some loopholes. The man deliberately showed up in the city and put an advertisement in the newspaper to reveal his whereabouts.
Zhao Qing happened to chat with his colleagues about a new case. It turned out that this rather strange and bizarre incident was kept secret by a Feng Shui master who had a great influence on the case. However, he somehow changed his mind and released the suspect.
When Zhao Qing heard the name in the mystery, he was shocked to realize that it involved the neighbor he cared about.
Sang Shulan discerned the truth among the layers of lies, and within a few days, she saw through the trap that Yan Congzhi had woven to lure her into.
Maybe it’s not that she is smart enough, but she is worried and concerned enough about her loved ones.
But since the goal is to "help her succeed in revenge", he cannot do the work for others. Yan Congzhi lays out the road well, revealing his son's sincere concern in the twists and turns.
Just waiting for the protagonist to bring his own weapon and charge forward bravely.
After losing her son in middle age, Sang Shulan almost collapsed. However, in just one short night, her entire temperament changed drastically. She was no longer like a follower of the crowd, but had a more determined goal than anyone or anything else. It was like a sharp blade in her chest, which finally broke her heart and lungs, and she realized that the culprit should be sought outside.
The sharp blade changed direction and began to sharpen the blade in search of the real sinner.
Her son's case was reported as missing, and the person who knew the truth kept silent after receiving a large amount of hush money from Ni Fangqun, who was like a frightened bird. The official progress was slow and delayed, so Sang Shulan had to find a solution on her own.
The murderer still had blood on his knife tip, but they were unable to arrest him. She collected information on her own, and her son's former roommates also actively followed her, but the altar offerings described were beyond legal cognition, and it was very difficult to determine the facts of the crime, making it extremely difficult to move forward with the case.
There are clues in the case of Sang Shulan's parents. With the help of Zhao Qing, she collected clues and filed a lawsuit in court. The old case from many years ago was reopened. The process was complicated and the witnesses changed their testimonies and denied it. During those sleepless nights, Ni Yangzhou quietly stayed by his mother's side, watching her grow new white hair and get a few more wrinkles on her face.
Defendants in criminal cases cannot go abroad at will, so Sang Shulan first cut off Ni Fangqun's escape route.
Over the past few months, no one understood his mother's hard work and perseverance better than Ni Yangzhou.
The last safeguard of Yan Cong's statue saved the key witness who was dying on the altar that day when Ni Fangqun hired killers several times, and finally waited for Sang Shulan to come looking for him.
Unfortunately, the arrest warrant arrived a little late.
Sang Shulan consulted countless lawyers, and after learning that the final punishment for this scumbag would be nothing more than a light bullet, she prepared everything.
She arrived earlier than the police, and with the tacit consent and cover of Yan Congzhi, she caught Ni Fangqun first.
Raised the butcher knife at him.
After a whole night of torture, Ni Fangqun, who was tied up tightly, finally felt the pain he had once inflicted on others. No matter how he begged for mercy, cursed, or collapsed, it had no effect on the determined executioner.
This middle-aged woman, who once crawled under the shadow of weapons, relied on the blood and tears of her relatives to regain control of her shaky life.
The final path was the one she chose herself.
——But she didn’t know that her son, who was always with her, accompanied her throughout the whole process.
Ni Yangzhou couldn't do anything, he could only watch the whole process. He didn't even have the energy to devote to the master who was making the careful plans.
Ni Yangzhou saw Zhao Qing hesitate to speak countless times, saw his mother running in the scorching sun and rain, saw the dangerous attacks in the middle of the night, and saw Sang Shulan's unprecedented tenacity.
Seeing that she rejected the police's proposal of marriage, he set out alone and resolutely to execute Ni Fangqun.
The screams that night were drowned out by the brilliant fireworks of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yan Congzhi stood quietly outside the villa in the far suburbs. The cold wind blew through his not-so-thick trouser legs, revealing the metallic prosthetic limbs inside.
Suddenly, a crack appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the garden. It was chaotic inside and shining brightly outside. A spiritualist in simple clothes walked out of the crack.
The spiritualist was wearing clothes of several decades old, carrying a simple cloth bag, and had short hair. He looked to be no more than thirty years old, but his face was strangely calm, like an old man who had gone through countless ups and downs, and in the face of the turbulent changes in the world, he showed a broad and gentle heart.
Yan Congzhi and the other party made eye contact, and the spiritual master took the initiative to introduce himself:
"The ancestor has been kind to my ancestors. Following his words, I have come to help you solve your doubts and lend you a helping hand."
Yan Congzhi stood quietly and asked:
"Why should I be confused? Where are you from?"
The spiritual master lowered his hood and performed a Taoist salute:
"The 128th generation descendant of the Meng family, Meng Kelang, this is a token of trust."
Meng Kelang took out a green jade pendant from his arms and said, "One jade pendant is twin. The ancestor gave you one that day, and the other was kept by my Meng family from generation to generation. The people who inherited the Meng family traveled through various realms to accumulate good karma and spiritual power. Today it is time for it to be returned to its original owner."
Meng Kelang handed the jade to Yan Congzhi and said, "To solve your doubts is to solve the one you are thinking about."
At this moment, the first ray of sunlight broke through the sky, and the screams in the villa stopped abruptly. Ni Yangzhou, who was floating in the air, suddenly received a system prompt.
[Task completion rate: 100%]
[Plot completion rate: 91%]
【This main mission is successful.】
【Rating: SSS】
The young man's body began to gradually peel away from this world.
The man standing in front of the crack slowly raised his head, listening to the mission success prompt coming from the world's will in his mind, and watching the red-gold sunlight rolling into the gray night like hot oil, burning out spreading lines in the sky.
He raised his legs and followed the spiritual master's footsteps.
Meng Kelang made a seal and said in a gentle tone:
"Each world has its own rules. When you arrive in another world, you must temporarily reside in the form of a soul. Are you willing?"
Yan Congzhi continued forward without hesitation:
"Congzhi, I am willing."
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The moment he stepped into the crack, Meng Kelang's figure disappeared like bubbles, leaving only a few words of advice like a dream echoing in Yan Congzhi's ears:
"In the timeline of this world, I have already died. Please do not disturb the peace of the people of this world and do not interfere with the process. If you have solved the doubts, go to the tombstone to find me."
Everything is renewed, the passage between the worlds opens up, and Yan Congzhi turns into a gray mist-like soul that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
……
"So you'll be here tomorrow, right?"
A male voice sounded, accompanied by the unique noise of a youthful campus, the tapping of students' feet and bursts of laughter.
"I……"
Ni Yangzhou frowned to ease the dizziness of being inside the book, and looked towards the source of the voice. A young man with black-framed glasses was looking at him tensely.
Yan Congzhi floated above the head of his apprentice, who was wearing loose clothes and carrying a frivolous schoolbag, looking at this unfamiliar world.
Looking at that familiar, youthful one.
The original.
——Ni Yangzhou.