Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 495 Aftermath (Part 7)

"Go." Han Yi patted the carrier pigeon's head, watching its wings flutter and disappear into the sky like lightning. Only then did he close the window and turn back to his seat in the study.

This carrier pigeon represents a new form of communication between him and **.

He just thought of something.

Since Luo Meiwei possesses such a secret technique, there might also be special marks left on the ledger.

The more important contraband itself must have also been marked with tracking symbols.

Although those goods are temporarily stored at the Hu family's place, they are unlikely to cause any problems in the short term.

However, there's a fear that someone might follow the trail, find the Hu family, then find **, and discover the relationship between the two, which could implicate Han Yi.

This has to be guarded against.

Moreover, Chen Jiuli just left during the day, so Han Yi shouldn't be sending anyone to investigate again anytime soon.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to deal with this large batch of contraband.

"Hopefully, it's not too late..." Han Yi closed his eyes and sighed.

In his reply to **, he outlined several ways to handle the contraband.

As long as this batch of contraband is handled properly, and there is no direct evidence that he is related to May Lo in this matter, then he will not be in any trouble.

But all of this is contingent on the other side not being discovered yet...

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Jingtianzhuang, Jiuquyuan.

Inside the quiet room, candles were stuck in the walls on both sides, their light flickering slowly, illuminating the room with a somewhat melancholic atmosphere, except for a few corners.

In the middle of the room, there was a low table, with a pair of white cushions on either side.

Zhong Yunxiu and Zhong Han sat facing each other in silence.

The smoke curled up, and soon, a stick of yellow sandalwood incense burned to the end.

Zhong Yunxiu stood up, just about to pick up a thick sandalwood incense stick from the side table and replace it.

Snapped.

Just then, a fair and delicate hand gently pulled her arm; it was Zhong Han.

“?” Zhong Yunxiu was about to ask a question.

But then Zhong Han spoke up: "Mother, let me do it..."

Before Zhong Yunxiu could react, she took the sandalwood incense, turned around and inserted it into the bronze incense burner, then picked up the oil lamp beside her and gently lit it.

"Sigh... Hanhan, you've really grown up..." Zhong Yunxiu, standing behind her, was filled with relief. "If your father were still alive, seeing how sensible you are, he would die without regrets..."

“Father…” Zhong Han paused.

She immediately turned around and smiled, "Mother, Father has always been here. Otherwise, how could we, mother and daughter, always have everything go so smoothly?"

“Yes, Hanhan is right…” Zhong Yunxiu smiled as well.

As she was laughing, she suddenly felt her eyes well up with tears and quickly lowered her head to cover them.

Today is the anniversary of her husband, Zhong Shaotian's, death. Every year at this time, she would stop all outings and stay in this quiet room, gazing at objects and thinking of him, secretly grieving.

She never actually believed that Zhong Shaotian was dead.

In her view, true death is when no one remembers you, no one cares, no one sweeps your grave, and no one remembers your death anniversary.

That was the true, eternally cold, and silent death.

Now, she burns incense to commemorate this moment every year, all for the sake of this thought in her heart.

In the past, she did this all by herself.

But as Zhong Han grew up and matured, she learned the truth about many things.

In recent years, the mother and daughter have always tidied up the quiet room together and observed a moment of silence at this time of year.

Soon, the sandalwood incense burned out completely.

Zhong Han got up, wiped the incense table, and cleaned up the incense ash that had fallen onto it. After she finished, she took one last look at the center of the incense table.

Jingtian Manor, the twenty-sixth manor lord, Zhong Shaotian.

The black wooden sign clearly displays gold lettering, explaining everything.

This is merely a cenotaph. After all, when Zhong Shaotian had his accident, he was still inside the secret realm, and he didn't manage to escape in time when the secret realm passage exploded.

Father, secret realm, demon army, manor lord, legacy...

Numerous clues, like pearls strung together to form a pearl necklace, gradually bring Zhong Shaotian, her father whom she had never met, to life in her mind.

Regarding her father, who had died long ago, she had experienced confusion, doubt, admiration, and even hatred...

But all of it all turned into a sigh at this moment.

Zhong Yunxiu and Zhong Han sat back down on the prayer mats, facing each other. "Hanhan, you've really worked hard these past few days. There must be a lot going on at the branch headquarters. Look how tired you are..." Zhong Yunxiu looked at her daughter tenderly, a hint of heartache unconsciously showing in her eyes.

Ever since Zhong Han was betrayed by her best friend, she has become withdrawn and silent, no longer the cheerful and outgoing person she once was.

It was because of this incident that Zhong Han felt he lacked experience and understanding of human nature. So, after breaking through to the sixth level of True Skill, he took the initiative to apply to the outer branch of Jiuqu Academy to serve as the branch leader and hone his skills.

Zhong Han's face was noticeably thinner than before he became the leader, and it was no longer as smooth and supple as before, showing signs of roughness from working under the sun all day.

The only thing that remained unchanged was her gentle and clear eyes.

"It was alright. At first, I was a bit flustered, but once I got used to everything, things just fell into place naturally," Zhong Han said with a smile.

In the past, she didn't quite understand her mother's work.

She felt that although there was nothing going on in the entire Nine-Bend Courtyard, her mother was always so busy that she could hardly see her. What on earth was she busy with?

Once she actually became the leader and took charge of a post, she discovered that being in a position of authority, especially becoming a responsible leader, was far from easy.

With such a large group of people under my command, their daily food, drink, and other necessities, as well as the fixed expenses at the station, all represent real costs.

Her biggest worry every day is figuring out where to get money to cover the expenses at the outpost.

Even though everyone knows her background and no one is secretly causing trouble for her, she still faces such difficulties.

Meanwhile, her mother, Zhong Yunxiu, maintained the cohesion of the vast Jiuquyuan courtyard, and the surrounding industries flourished, transforming the area from weak to strong, turning adversity into opportunity...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sincerely admire her mother's talent. Zhong Yunxiu shook her head and smiled helplessly, "Do you think I wanted this? This is all a mess left by your father. If everything were really easy, I would have dumped this job on you long ago."

"It's precisely because these things are all extremely difficult that I hope you can experience them all before making your own choice."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhong Han with a bright gaze, as if asking what her choice was.