Chapter 834

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Drip… Drip…

One by one, the blood-stained tears quickly painted the ground red. Xiao Yuan, Wang Xinya, Tang Tianyou, and others, 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. But Ye Yunzhe grabbed Ye Qingfeng and shook his head. This was a moment when their eldest brother needed to let his emotions out.

“Why…?”

Ye Wushuang clenched his fists tightly, and the stone slabs beneath him began to crack. He kept shaking his head, and the blood-stained tears kept flowing.

“Uncle 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, he had understood. Among the entire Ye family, Uncle He’s seniority was the highest. Only if Uncle He had passed away would everyone be in mourning.

Ye He, originally an orphan without a name or surname, had been bullied in the past. The young Ye Wushuang had seen it and chosen to help him. That little boy had followed him ever since, serving as a young attendant, a servant, and eventually an old retainer.

In the past, Uncle He liked to call him “young master.” Now, he preferred to call him “master.” When the Ye clan fell into decline, Uncle He had his memories sealed by Ye Wushuang, yet he continued to protect the dwindling Ye clan members.

In the city of Liu Yue, when Uncle He saw him on the brink of death, the old man’s tears had been turbid, lamenting the unfairness of fate. When Ye Wushuang merged with his ninth divine spirit and freed Uncle He from the memory seal, the master and servant were reunited once more.

Uncle He had always been a man of few words, silently guarding their home. Ye Wushuang had grown accustomed to seeing Uncle He as the first person when he returned home.

“Master, you’re back! Hehe!”

“Master, why don’t you look well?”

“Master, are you alright…?”

“Master…”

That elderly man with graying hair had always treated him as his one and only. In the small city of Liu Yue, in the small Ye family, Uncle He was more like an elder to Ye Qingfeng and Liu Yuemei, and more like a grandfather to Ye Feifei. They had never treated him as a servant. Every time he saw Uncle He at home, he felt at ease and comfortable.

But now, Uncle He was gone.

“Ah!!!”

Suddenly, a cry echoed throughout the Ye Mansion, inside and out.

“Ah… Ahhh!”

The heart-wrenching howls reverberated through the entire residence. At this moment, Ye Wushuang’s face was grotesque, pale, and furious.

“Ptooey!!!”

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 in haste.

“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 Uncle He inside the coffin, only… a hand.

Ye Wushuang leaped into the coffin and slowly picked up the hand, examining it over and over again. It was truly… Uncle He’s hand!

He wished so much that this was just a prank by everyone, just Uncle He’s old man trying to test his place in his heart.

At this moment, Yuan Pengwang spoke in a deep voice, “Master, Uncle He is…”

“Get out.”

Ye Wushuang’s voice was lifeless.

“Master…”

Ye Yunzhe pulled Yuan Pengwang aside at this moment, signaling everyone to leave the hall. He knew his eldest brother very well.

Ye He had been the servant who had followed his master from childhood in his previous life, accompanying him from a young servant to an old one, 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 one family. Uncle He’s death was a devastating blow to Ye Wushuang, one that he could hardly bear!

Inside the coffin, Ye Wushuang slowly cradled Uncle He’s hand in his arms, and silent tears kept falling.

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 Uncle He’s watchful eyes!

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 didn’t dare to move against us.”

“But just a few days ago…” Ye Yunzhe paused, “Uncle He was escorting Uncle outside when they were ambushed…”

“Clan Chu’s people attacked Uncle, and Uncle He blocked the assassins to let Uncle escape.”

“We were always on high alert. Uncle He was already at the eighth level of the Tian Gang realm. We arrived quickly, but the result…”

Ye Yunzhe’s voice was somber, “We only found Uncle He’s hand, and only this hand was intact.”

“Brother, I know you’re in pain, but you left this time for Chi Xuan. If you’re this heartbroken, Chi Yuan and Chi Xuan will feel very guilty, and Uncle will feel very remorseful…”

Ye Yunzhe spoke with his head down.

At that moment, a hand reached out, took a piece of paper money, and threw it into the charcoal brazier.

“Brother!” Ye Yunzhe looked up, seeing Ye Wushuang emerging from the coffin.