On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

This intense desire to survive spread like wildfire, instantly igniting panic among the crowd. For a moment, the chaotic sound of footsteps and the ping-pong sound of weapons being thrown to the ground intertwined. Hundreds of white-robed heroes, like frightened birds, rushed towards the inner courtyard.

Gu Beichen was so angry when he saw this scene that his face turned pale. He shouted angrily, "Stop! Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy!"

"You bunch of losers! I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?!"

nonsense.

Aren’t you afraid? People won’t shoot you at all!

Lin Zhen seemed to be addicted to the game, and ordered Hou Chun and Han Zhong to start stringing the Eight Ox Crossbow.

In a moment, another siege hammer was assembled.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were like blades, locked on the group of white-robed followers on the bridge who were slowly retreating around Gu Beichen, and he smashed the mechanism again.

boom--

歘——

"what!!"

More than a dozen people died on the spot.

Witnessing his own soldiers die before his eyes, Gu Beichen's heart was torn apart, his mind completely lost. He roared hysterically: "Lin Zhen!! You murderous maniac!! I will make you pay the price!!"

Lin Zhen was also furious, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Stop talking nonsense! Tell me where the heads of Qingzhu's parents are? Otherwise, I will slaughter you all today!"

Then someone shouted, "In Fengxian Hall!"

A murderous intent instantly flashed in Gu Beichen's eyes. He turned around abruptly and glared at the hundreds of white-robed followers behind him.

The crowd was so dense that it was difficult to discern the source of the voice, but the feeling of betrayal filled him with rage. He roared, "Traitor! Who said that? I'm going to skin him alive!"

Lin Zhen made an expression as if he was about to urinate on the tablet of the Gu family's ancestor and said with a smile: "Hehehe... Fengxiandian, right?"

"Lin Zhen!" Gu Beichen had already guessed his intentions, and the hairs on his body stood up. He took a step forward and said sternly: "Fengxian Hall is a place where the ancestors of my Gu family are enshrined. I will never allow you to enter!"

"Really? Then give it a try and see if you can stop me." After saying that, Lin Zhen picked up the hammer again, and Hou Chun and Han Zhong once again installed the siege chisel on the Eight Ox Crossbow.

When the white-robed volunteers saw this scene, they were terrified, as if even the air had frozen.

The shadow of death is like a wandering ghost, silently lingering in everyone's heart.

No one knows if they will be the next to die.

Gong Shijie, the fierce general who replaced Mao Mengji and became the new leader of the White Robe Righteous Army, spoke in a loud voice, piercing the rain and panic: "Take the master and the young master away quickly!"

Gu Beichen shook his head and said, "No! Gong Shijie..."

The white-robed volunteers were extremely anxious. They tried their best to persuade them while frantically holding umbrellas for Gu Beichen and Gu Yunting. They were confused and the scene was chaotic and tense.

"Master, you'd better leave quickly! Your safety is of paramount importance and cannot be lost!"

"As long as there is green mountain, there is no fear of running out of firewood. Master, you must think twice!"

"Master, please persuade the young master!"

"Walk!!"

Gu Yunting grabbed Gu Beichen's shoulders, and the two of them hurried to the inner courtyard escorted by white-robed followers.

At the same time, Gong Shijie stood at the bridge head, his spear deeply embedded in the stone slab, like a lonely statue, allowing the heavy rain to beat mercilessly on the cold armor. His figure looked even more lonely and brave in the rain, just like Zhao Zilong who went in and out seven times in the ancient battlefield, with awe-inspiring momentum.

He shouted, "Lin Zhen! I have already sent people to take the heads of the man and woman. Don't..."

歘——

"Forehead!"

Before he finished speaking, a heavy siege hammer cut through the rain like lightning and pinned Gong Shijie to the bridge with unerring precision. The blow was so powerful that the six white-robed followers behind him were not spared and fell in a pool of blood.

Lin Zhen patted the raindrops from his palms and smacked his lips: "You should have said so earlier."

......

The rain stopped for a while, and the air was filled with gloom. In the sky, muffled thunder rumbled, like the low roar of an ancient beast, while lightning roamed freely in the thick curtain of dark clouds, disappearing in a flash, and then bean-sized raindrops fell again.

Gu Beichen guessed correctly. When Lin Zhen shot the white-robed volunteers like rabbits, there were two eight-ox crossbows hidden in the depth of the rain and darkness. As long as the group of white-robed volunteers dared to rush over, they would all be killed.

In this battle, Lin Zhen's camp remained unscathed, while nearly two hundred of the White Robe Volunteers were killed or wounded. Lin Zhen also successfully retrieved the heads of Qingzhu's parents.

After returning to the palace, Lin Zhen ordered that the head, which had carried so much sorrow and joy, be solemnly placed in a large, smooth celadon jar and then sent to Qingzhu.

After finishing everything, Lin Zhen slowly walked towards the bathroom.

He was completely soaked by the rain and needed a good bath.

Moreover, he didn't plan to ask any maid to come in and serve him, because if she served him, she would make endless babbling, and he had other important things to do after washing.

Qingzhu took his younger brother Liu Xin and, with Lin Zhen's permission, led ten soldiers from the Longxiang Camp out of the city.

Finally, the group braved the heavy rain and stopped under a vigorous ancient pine tree at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

The soldiers silently and quickly dug a deep pit and placed the bodies of Qingzhu's parents, which had already begun to stink, into it.

Just as the warriors of Longxiong Camp were preparing to backfill the soil to give the deceased a final peace, Qingzhu gently raised his hand to stop their actions.

She knelt on her knees, letting the torrential rain mercilessly wash over her frail body. Every drop of rain seemed to carry the endless sorrow between heaven and earth, sliding down her messy hair and finally dripping onto the two exquisite jars in the pit.

Qingzhu's eyes were fixed on the final destination. His voice was thin as a thread, but every word was heavy, full of indescribable affection and reluctant farewell.

"Dad...Mom..."

She called out softly, each word draining her energy. The dirt in her hands, soaked by the continuous drizzle, had turned into a sticky slurry. She mechanically filled the pit with it, her face stained by the cold rain or warm tears. Her features were blurred, her voice choked with sobs.

The person she once regarded as the most important person in her life has now become the murderer of her parents.

This sudden change, like a violent storm, turned the world in her heart upside down and shattered it.

"My daughter is unfilial. Not only did I fail to enjoy your company and serve you till the end of your life, but I also let you die with hatred in your heart."

"Don't worry, I won't sink into such despair. I will definitely make it through on my own and will never again be enslaved."

"Let this land be your eternal place of peace. May your spirits in heaven bless our daughter and help her successfully join the Heavenly Dao. In the future, I will kill Gu Beichen and bring back his head as a sacrifice to you."

With that, Qingzhu slowly raised the shovel in her hand. Each shovelful of dirt felt like a heavy farewell to the past, slowly covering the small space with fine sand and soil. When she was done, she straightened her back and let the cool raindrops slide down her pretty face.

Turning his gaze to the side, Liu Xin stood silently under the umbrella. Qingzhu finally said to Longxiongying, "Go back and tell the prince to take good care of my brother."

Someone in the Longxiong Camp asked, "Where are you going, young lady?"

"The way of heaven."

"Miss Qingzhu..." the man tried to comfort her again, but saw that Qingzhu had resolutely turned around and walked towards another winding path.

In the pouring rain, her slightly frail figure gradually walked away, and only her words drifted on the wind, carrying with them her hatred for the cruelty of heaven and earth and their treatment of all things as straw dogs.

"Qingzhu is dead."

"My name is Liu Hen."