Chapter 834
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Drip… Drip…
Drop by drop, the bloodstained tears quickly dyed the ground red.
Xiao Yuan, Wang Xinya, Tang Tianyou, and others, upon witnessing this scene, wanted to step forward to console him, but they didn’t know what to say.
“Shuang’er…”
Ye Qingfeng, seeing this, wanted to move forward.
Ye Yunzhe, however, grabbed Ye Qingfeng and shook his head.
At this moment, it was necessary to let the eldest brother release his emotions.
“Why…?”
Ye Wushuang clenched his fists tightly, and the stone slabs beneath him gradually cracked.
He kept shaking his head, and the bloodstained tears kept flowing.
“Master He…”
“You and I promised to be master and servant for a lifetime…”
Ye Wushuang’s voice was hoarse.
From the moment he saw everyone in mourning, Ye Wushuang had understood.
In the entire Ye family, Master He had the highest seniority.
Only if Master He had passed away would everyone be in mourning.
Ye He!
Once an orphan without a name or surname, bullied by others, he had seen it and chosen to help.
That young boy had followed him ever since, serving as a child attendant, a young servant, and an old retainer.
In the past, Master He liked to call him “young master.”
Now, Master He preferred to call him “young master.”
With the Ye clan in decline, Master He had his memory sealed by him, and he continued to protect the dwindling Ye clan members.
In the city of Liu Yue.
When Master He saw him on the brink of death, his old eyes filled with tears, lamenting the unfairness of fate.
When he merged with the ninth divine soul and freed Master He from the shackles of memory, the master and servant were reunited.
Master He had always been a man of few words, guarding this family.
Ye Wushuang had long grown accustomed to seeing Master He as the first person when he returned home.
“Young master, you’re back! Hehe!”
“Young master, why doesn’t your face look so good?”
“Young master, are you alright…?”
“Young master…”
That elderly man with graying hair always regarded him as the only one.
In the small city of Liu Yue.
In the small Ye family.
Master He, though a servant, was more like an elder to Ye Qingfeng and Liu Yuemei, and more like a grandfather to Ye Feifei.
They never treated him as a servant.
Every time he saw Master He at home, it made him feel at ease and comfortable.
But now.
Master He was dead.
“Ah!!!”
Suddenly, a shout echoed throughout the Ye mansion.
“Ah… Ahhh…”
Heart-wrenching howls reverberated throughout the estate.
At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s face was grotesque, pale, and filled with rage.
“Ptui!!!”
Suddenly, Ye Wushuang spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with fragments of his internal organs, and collapsed to the ground.
“Shuang’er!”
“Master!”
Ye Qingfeng, Liu Yuemei, Yuan Pengwang, and others rushed forward.
“I don’t believe it!”
Ye Wushuang stood up abruptly, shook off the others, clenched his hand, and opened the coffin.
When his gaze fell upon the inside of the coffin, his expression froze.
There was no body of Master He inside the coffin, only… a hand.
Ye Wushuang leaped into the coffin, slowly picked up the hand, and examined it over and over again.
It truly was… Master He’s hand!
He wished so much that this was just a prank by everyone, just an old man’s attempt to test his place in his heart.
At this moment, Yuan Pengwang spoke in a deep voice, “Master, Master He is…”
“Get out.”
Ye Wushuang’s voice was lifeless.
“Master…”
Ye Yunzhe then pulled Yuan Pengwang aside, signaling everyone to leave the hall.
He understood his eldest brother very well.
Ye He.
He was a servant whom his brother had raised from childhood in his previous life, following him from a young servant to an old servant, and supporting each other for over a decade in this life.
Ye He had long become a family member in his brother’s heart.
Ye Qingfeng and Liu Yuemei also understood that in the dilapidated Ye family of Liu Yue City, the five of them were truly a family.
Master He’s death was a devastating blow to Ye Wushuang, one that he could hardly bear!
Inside the coffin, Ye Wushuang slowly cradled Master He’s hand in his arms, and silent tears continued to fall.
At this moment, he was not the reincarnation of the peerless emperor; he was just Ye Wushuang, the young Ye Wushuang who had grown up under Master He’s watchful eye!
Night fell.
Today was devoid of light.
The mourning hall was empty.
Outside the hall, a figure in white slowly emerged.
He walked to the charcoal brazier in the hall and began to burn paper money.
“Brother…”
Ye Yunzhe’s voice was tinged with heartache.
“These past three months have been peaceful.”
“The four great families did not dare to act against us.”
“But just a few days ago…” Ye Yunzhe paused, “Master He was escorting Uncle outside when they were ambushed…”
“The Chu clan targeted Uncle, and Master He blocked the assassins to let Uncle escape.”
“We were always on guard, and Master He was already at the eighth level of the Heavenly Gang Realm. We arrived quickly, but the result…”
Ye Yunzhe’s voice was somber, “We only found one of Master He’s hands, and that was the only part that was intact.”
“Brother, I know you are in great pain, but you left this time for Chi Xuan. If you are so grief-stricken, Chi Yuan and Chi Xuan will feel very guilty, and Uncle will also be filled with remorse…”
Ye Yunzhe spoke with his head down.
At this moment, a hand reached out, took a piece of paper money, and tossed it into the charcoal brazier.
“Brother!” Ye Yunzhe looked up, seeing Ye Wushuang emerging from the coffin.
