By reading my mind, I defeated the crazy regent

They held on to an obsession and insisted on committing suicide without a certain belief, thinking only that what if the young lady was still alive?

As long as there is a chance that the eldest lady is still alive, they cannot die on their own. They have to guard this manor and everything that the master left for the young master, waiting for the young master to come and take it back.

They live their whole lives with one belief, which is to obey their master's orders, guard this immense wealth, and wait for their little master to grow up.

Tang Qiansui listened to their chaotic voices and gradually began to cry.

She suddenly picked up the lantern on the ground and shone it on her face.

"You may not recognize me, Tang Qiansui, but don't you recognize my face?"

The lantern clearly captured her appearance.

That beautiful face was familiar yet unfamiliar to them.

The servants, filled with mixed emotions, looked at her in astonishment, staring at her intently, and suddenly burst into tears.

“Master man! Master man!”

They haven't seen their master for a long time, but no one can forget what their master looks like.

That was the face they regarded as a faith, worshiped and missed devoutly in their hearts, and never dared to forget it for a single day.

Such a similar face, who else could it be but the little master?

Sixteen people who looked like dead trees suddenly knelt down, from being stiff to prostrating themselves on the ground, crying bitterly.

The longing and fear that had been suppressed in my heart for many years finally found an outlet at this moment, and I could cry out as much as I wanted.

They had waited for so long, and finally, their hope came true.

I never thought that the little master would appear so suddenly at this moment.

She was like a flower blooming in despair, bringing them light and brilliance.

Tang Qiansui clutched the lantern tightly and walked towards them.

They all said that she looked extremely similar to Xiao Yunqing.

At this moment, Tang Qiansui intuitively felt the shock and sadness brought by this similarity.

"Don't be afraid, stand up, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Tang Qiansui doesn't make promises easily, but for this group of people, she respects their loyalty and feels sorry for their experiences.

If her promise could bring them even a little comfort, then she was willing to make it to them.

"Young Master! We have finally waited for you. This old slave, this old slave, can finally live up to your trust."

A white-haired old man cried tremblingly. All his teeth had fallen out and he looked like a dying man.

He looked at Tang Qiansui with eyes full of love and excitement, trying hard to take something out of his arms.

But he was too old and too badly injured to get the things out.

Tang Qiansui hurriedly walked up to him and wanted to help him take out the things.

The old man suddenly froze and said tremblingly: "Young master, please don't touch this old slave. This old slave is dirty and smells bad."

Tang Qiansui grasped the old man's withered wrist and said, "If it's dirty and smelly, then wash it clean. A clean heart means you are not dirty. I'll help you get it."

The old man was shocked, but refused even more firmly.

"My little master is indeed worthy of being my master's child. He is kind and tolerant. I must not scare him and must not let him help me get it out."

"Young Master, please step back a little. I can get it myself. Please don't look at me for now."

Tang Qiansui felt strange. How could she be scared by just picking up something?

Seeing this, the others hurriedly pleaded, "Young Master, please step back a little and wait for Uncle Jiang to bring it out for you."

They all looked at Tang Qiansui eagerly, and the older ones looked at her with even more loving and joyful eyes.

Tang Qiansui felt a deep affection from them.

She had never been loved so unconditionally by so many people.

Tang Qiansui's eyes bulged and she took a few steps back while talking on the phone.

Jiang Bo smiled with relief, and with the help of the two middle-aged men on his left and right, he finally unbuttoned his clothes.

Tang Qiansui almost suffocated at the sight of Uncle Jiang's bare chest and skinny body.

How can a person be so thin? Except for the two arms which still have some flesh on them, you can even see the bones on the body.

Tang Qiansui was feeling sad, but suddenly her pupils constricted.

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

Tang Qiansui rushed forward and pushed away the two men on her left and right.

Her expression was extremely grim. "Are you crazy? Are you going to tear his flesh apart?"

Tang Qiansui's heart was pounding.

Seeing the two men picking up sharp stones and about to cut Jiang Bo's upper arm, she felt furious.

The two middle-aged men were knocked to the ground but were not angry. Instead, they looked at her with silly smiles and fanatical eyes.

Tang Qiansui couldn't even utter a curse word.

They're all fucking crazy.

She could only pull Jiang Bo up and say, "How could you let them hurt you? Stand up and stand beside me."

Jiang Bo's eyes were filled with tears of relief. "Young Master, please don't worry. They don't want to hurt me. I want to give you something. How can I give it to you otherwise?"

Tang Qiansui was puzzled: "What are you going to give me? Your flesh and blood? What do I need that for?"

Uncle Jiang said excitedly, "Don't worry, young master. I won't give you anything as filthy as that. Just wait."

Uncle Jiang insisted on doing it. He trembled a few steps away from Tang Qiansui and asked the two middle-aged men to help.

This time they acted quickly. Under Tang Qiansui's shocked gaze, two of them slid down the muscles on the inside of Jiang Bo's upper arm, while the other immediately tore a big gash on both sides of Huakai's flesh.

Uncle Jiang was shaking with pain, but his other hand reached steadily into the hole and took something out.

Then, inch by inch, with flesh and blood, he took out the thing.

The flesh and blood that had grown together were torn apart, and the dry hand covered with blood and flesh stretched out in front of Tang Qiansui.

Jiang Bo smiled brightly: "This old servant has guarded the treasure for the young master for ten years. Today I can finally hand it over to the young master in person."

"Finally, I can finally live up to my master's trust. This old slave can die without regrets."

Tang Qiansui could no longer use the word "shocked" to describe her feelings at the moment.

The scene before my eyes was not only bloody and cruel, but also extremely terrifying.

She actually saw with her own eyes an old man take out a key from his arm.

How many years must the key have been sealed in the old man's arm before the flesh and blood could wrap around the key and grow together?

So when the old man took out the key, he had to tear off the flesh and fascia wrapped around it!

That must be excruciating pain.

But the old man held the treasure in front of her with a smile on his face, without any complaints, grievances, or pain.

Tang Qiansui forgot to breathe and her whole body was shaking.

How much perseverance and loyalty does it take for people like Jiang Bo to do such crazy and passionate things?