Duan Zhengchun transmigrates to Yin Zhiping

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Lu Zhanyuan's wife and her companion, and said in a deep voice, "Are you willing to find a way to resolve this grudge that has been brewing for fifteen years?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanyuan immediately raised his head, looking expectantly at Duan Zhengchun, and asked, "Young hero, do you have a solution?!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded but did not reply.

"If you can truly resolve this hatred, young hero, I will do anything for you!"

Lu Zhanyuan looked at Duan Zhengchun with a serious expression and said something decisively.

"Then you must die, and you and your husband must both die!"

Duan Zhengchun narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly turning icy.

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhanyuan and his wife were shocked and stared at Duan Zhengchun in disbelief.

No one in this world is truly unafraid of death. When death is imminent, everyone will have the same expression as Lu Zhanyuan at this moment.

"Young Master Duan, what do you mean by this?!"

Wu Santong stood up abruptly, looked at Duan Zhengchun with displeasure, and asked in a deep voice.

Then, due to the large movement, the wound was aggravated, and he felt dizzy and couldn't help but take a step back. Wu Sanniang quickly got up to help him.

"I know that you, young hero, have done me, Wu Santong, and the entire Lu Family Village a great service, but why did you force Zhan Yuan and his wife to their deaths?"

"Could it be that you and Li Mochou made some kind of agreement?!"

With his wife's help, Wu Santong sat down again and looked at Duan Zhengchun with a solemn expression, asking a question.

"If we want to save their daughter, and the entire Lu Family Village, this is the only way."

Duan Zhengchun's face was cold as he spoke in a deep voice.

"No! As long as I, Wu Santong..."

"Father-in-law, there's no need to say anything!"

"Alright, I promise you. As long as you can ensure the safety of our daughter and the servants of the Lu family manor, I, Lu, am willing to atone with my death!"

Just as Wu Santong was about to stubbornly get up again, Lu Zhanyuan waved his hand, looked at Duan Zhengchun with a determined expression, and made his decision.

"I would like that too."

He Yuanjun slowly got up and nestled close to her husband. Although she looked weak, she did not hesitate to choose to accompany her husband to his death.

Looking at the two men with their resolute eyes, Duan Zhengchun was completely convinced of the facts he had gathered from the streets and alleys: apart from the mistake they made back then, the couple were indeed upright and honest.

"I have a favor to ask. After my wife and I die, I hope you will take my daughter with you. Although I do not know who your master is, your martial arts are unparalleled, and you will surely become a dragon among men in the future."

"If Shuang'er can follow you in the future, I will have no regrets."

Lu Zhanyuan looked at Duan Zhengchun with pleading eyes and expressed his last wish.

"it is good!"

Duan Zhengchun nodded without hesitation.

Lu Zhanyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing more. He turned to face his wife, took her hand tightly, and when their eyes met, a relieved smile appeared on their faces.

"Young hero?!"

Duan Zhengchun suddenly stood up and rushed to the two men. He extended his right index finger and quickly tapped each of them.

Before he could stop them, Wu Santong stood frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the Lu Zhanyuan couple who had collapsed to the ground.

Everything happened too fast; no one expected that Duan Zhengchun would make his move without even giving a warning.

Wu Sanniang quickly approached the two people on the ground, reached out to check their breathing and pulse, turned to look at Wu Santong with a sad expression, and shook her head with red eyes.

"Young Master Duan, why go to such lengths?! At least let them say goodbye to their daughters and see them one last time!"

Wu Santong looked at Duan Zhengchun with a pained expression and couldn't help but complain.

"The night is long and things can change. Li Mochou could come back at any time. There's no time to lose."

"Please trouble you, senior, to help them prepare for their funeral."

Duan Zhengchun said something expressionlessly, then turned around, opened the door, and walked out of the room.

Wu Santong shook his head helplessly and sighed. With his wife's help, he struggled out of the room, tears streaming down his face.

After all, she was the daughter he had raised with his own hands. Although she wasn't his biological daughter, she was more like one to him than his own.

Soon, several servants carried the bodies of Lu Zhanyuan and his wife out of Duan Zhengchun's room. A mourning hall had already been set up in the courtyard, and Wu Santong had sent someone to the city to buy two coffins.

"Father?! Mother?!"

Upon hearing the news, Lu Wushuang rushed over from afar like a madwoman, throwing herself into her parents' arms, tears already streaming down her face.

"Father?! Mother?! Wake up! Don't leave Shuang'er behind..."

Overwhelmed with grief at losing both parents, Lu Wushuang knelt on the ground, shaking their bodies incessantly, her own body trembling uncontrollably.

Cheng Ying silently stayed by her side, looking sadly at her uncle and aunt with their eyes closed, holding back her tears, and softly comforting Lu Wushuang who was about to lose control.

The Wu brothers also stood not far away, their faces equally solemn, and dared not step forward.

A person who was perfectly fine just half an hour ago is now dead; no one can accept it.

Duan Zhengchun sat on the railing in the corridor, silently drinking his wine while listening to Lu Wushuang's continuous crying. His brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was equally solemn.

Lu Wushuang's cries were like sharp thorns, constantly piercing his heart.

"You surnamed Duan! What right did you have to kill my parents! I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, Lu Wushuang roared like a madwoman and limped toward Duan Zhengchun.

"Shuang'er, no!"

Upon seeing this, Cheng Ying rushed forward and desperately pulled Lu Wushuang back, her eyes filled with a solemn expression as she looked at Duan Zhengchun.

"Cousin, let me go! I want revenge for my parents!"

Lu Wushuang struggled desperately, tears blurring her vision.

She never imagined that the Brother Duan she had always loved would one day become her father's killer.

The reason he was in so much pain and despair was not only because of the tragic deaths of his parents, but also because he hated himself for having ever been infatuated with him.

Perhaps due to excessive excitement, Lu Wushuang suddenly convulsed and collapsed into Cheng Ying's arms.

"Someone come quick! Shuang'er has fainted!"

Cheng Yinghua turned pale and hurriedly shouted loudly.

Wu Santong and his wife rushed over and checked on the unconscious Lu Wushuang. After confirming that she was alright, they immediately had the servants help her back to her room. They also instructed Cheng Ying to stay by her side at all times and not let her do anything foolish.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Santong glanced solemnly at Duan Zhengchun, who seemed completely unconcerned, and quickly ordered his men to carry the bodies of Lu Zhanyuan and his wife into the two coffins placed in the mourning hall.

Li Mochou could come at any time, and he wanted his daughter and son-in-law to be put into a coffin as soon as possible to prevent their bodies from being desecrated by that female demon, Li Mochou.

However, just as the coffin lid was about to be closed, two yellow figures suddenly swooped down from the eaves and pushed aside several servants next to the coffin.

It was Li Mochou and her disciple Hong Lingbo!

Upon seeing the two who had suddenly appeared, the servants were instantly filled with fear and ran away in terror.

Upon seeing Li Mochou finally appear, Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment with his right hand holding the wine gourd, then tucked the gourd into his waistband and slowly walked towards the mourning hall.

He had already made an appointment with Li Mochou yesterday, knowing that she would definitely come after dark.

It's time to put an end to all of this.

Li Mochou stood frozen beside the coffin, staring at Lu Zhanyuan's motionless body inside. Suddenly, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out, and she couldn't utter a single word.

"Master, it seems they really are dead!"

Hong Lingbo examined Lu Zhanyuan and He Yuanjun in the coffins separately, her face showing surprise.

"Let's confirm, see if they're really dead!"

Li Mochou hesitated for a long time before saying in a deep voice, her voice trembling slightly.

Hong Lingbo agreed, immediately reached out to check Li Mochou's breath, and then nodded seriously.

Li Mochou frowned, standing there blankly, unsure of how to face him.

She hadn't expected that Duan Zhengchun would actually help her kill the two adulterers, but she couldn't be happy at all; instead, she felt a strange sense of loss.

She even wished it were all fake, as if her heart had been suddenly emptied, leaving her breathless.

For years, she had lived on hatred. Now that the person was truly dead, and everything was over, she suddenly didn't know where to go from here...