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Everyone looked at Zhang Ge in shock, the timid ones were already scared to the point of trembling their legs. They had killed demons for a long time and had never encountered such a powerful 'Demon' before. Her strength seemed to be able to easily kill them, but she slowly walked towards them.

His slightly raised head, his hair entangled in the night wind, the bloodthirsty coldness at the corner of his mouth, and his entire body, all of which was filled with hysteria and despair.

She was tangled into a mass of anger that was formed from grief. That fury wanted nothing more than to burn these people into ashes. However, she still calmly approached.

Changge raised her hand, and those people backed off in fright. She sneered and asked solemnly, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of death?" Who wouldn't die? If you are afraid of death, then so be it!

Accompanied by her hysterical roar, the two people standing in front of her were torn apart as if they were made of sharp claws. Their flesh and blood rained on the ground, and some of them even landed on other people's bodies.

Those who survived glanced at each other before fleeing on the back of their swords. As the saying went, those who survived were not afraid of them.

How could Longsong tolerate this? They walked away, shouting angrily, Damn thing!

The sound was like the chiming of a bell, causing the earth to shake and the sky to shake.

The people on the flying swords screamed as they fell from the sky. As for where they landed and how they died, that was something that Longsong could not even consider.

The entire street was covered in the stench of blood, and the night wind was blowing even harder, making it seem as if ghosts were wailing and wolves were howling.

Zhang Ge stood there blankly, she just stood there quietly, then turned her head to look at Gu Yinfeng's direction before quickly turning back.

No...

Tears welled up in her bright eyes. She held her eyes and cried until her shoulders twitched. Her frail figure seemed as if she could break at any moment in the night.

Big brother …

The long, dark street regained its tranquility as the citizens of the capital closed their doors and went out. At the end of the street, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard. It seemed like the officials would immediately send troops when they heard the commotion. They wouldn't have to live if anything happened to the Son of Heaven.

A white light flashed across the night sky, and a vigorous figure quickly landed beside Chang Ge. The man was wearing silver hair and had a cinnabar mole on his forehead. The cinnabar mole in the night sky seemed to carry a bewitching power.

Girl, why are you here!

The moment Bai Ze said those words, he was firmly grabbed by Chang Ge. When he saw the pair of bloodshot eyes, he was immediately rendered speechless.

Longsong looked at him, his face filled with despair and grief, as if he could make her go crazy at any moment. Abyss Monastery!

Only now did Bai Ze notice that not far away, there was a man's corpse quietly lying there. In the distance, the officials were quickly approaching. He held onto Longsong with one hand and grabbed the corpse with the other, then soared into the sky and disappeared into the night.

The next day, it rained heavily throughout the capital. According to the older generation, it had not rained like this in decades. Furthermore, it was at the end of spring, when there should have been less rain.

The torrential downpour washed away all the blood and water in the Gu Residence. It also soaked the Gu Residence in its white concoction.

Countless commoners stood outside the Gu Estate in the rain, looking at the Gu Clan members hanging white banners everywhere. All of them were wondering, which Gu Clan member had passed away?

Could it be the Mrs. Gu?

It was possible that he had heard that the Mrs. Gu was not in good shape.

It couldn't be Miss Gu, right? Our Miss said that Miss Gu entered the palace yesterday, but her body wasn't feeling well and she had returned early.

It was also possible that there was a sudden illness or something …

However, no matter how much they guessed, the Gu Estate's doors were tightly shut. The Gu Estate's doors were not open, and no one could be seen coming out, much less knowing what had happened.

However, Prime Minister Gu was not only the head of the court, but also the heart of the commoners. He treated people kindly and deeply respected by the commoners. They all shared the same sentiments as they stood at the door, unwilling to leave.

Not long after, the palace officials arrived to offer their condolences. Four tall horses pulled a luxurious carriage to a halt in front of the Gu Estate.

The officials from the Ministry of Rites were drenched from head to toe by the rain, and had yet to receive a response when they sent someone to knock on the door. They then whispered a few questions to the carriage.

After receiving a response from the person in the car, the ritual officer shook the bright yellow silk off his hand and stood in front of the Gu Residence's gate to read it aloud.

As the saying goes, I will pray for the spirit of the noble duke of Wen.

When the citizens heard this, they immediately understood that this funeral was for Gu Yinfeng, the Marquis of Guan Wen!

Almost every day, no matter if it was the people who surrounded them or those who came from afar, they all kneeled down in the rain one after the other, feeling sorrowful in their hearts.

The reason why Prime Minister Gu was loved by the common people was not only because he was a pure and honest man who loved his people, but also because he had a good-for-nothing, yet deeply beloved son!

Although this son was a popinjay, he did not force his daughter to commit any evil deeds. He would often stand up for the weak and cry out grievances for the world's injustice.

The pair of amorous eyes roamed the streets, attracting the gazes of countless young ladies.

Although he was an unruly man, he still carried himself with respect. At that moment, everyone in the capital who knew him respectfully called out to him: "Young Master Gu."

He was a perfectly fine person, yet he seemed to be waving a fan as he walked out of the Gu family's gate. How could he have disappeared without a trace?

Wooo!" The youth was heroic, willing to bow to the dynasty. However, he had yet to grow up, and his heroic soul was his spirit. I have often heard of you learning the art of Minda, and I have often shared it with you in the court and the field, and now I am burying you in the grave. Cry, Thou hast heard nothing, but thou hast seen no grief. The paper ash flew, the wind blew strongly, and without knowing it, it fell. Awhoo! Sob, sob, sob!

Some people were already in tears. After the ritual officer finished reciting the sacrificial text, the door slowly opened from the inside.

Gu Sikong's face was pale white, he knelt at the door and received the ceremony document from the ritual officer.

The ceremonial officer was originally his colleague, he was extremely sympathetic to Gu Sikong's death. He sighed and said, "Master Gu, please grieve."

The carriage's curtain was lifted, and when the Crown Prince Nan Gong Ye Xuan walked out of the carriage, he strode forward, extended his hand out to brush away the umbrella used by the eunuch, and immediately pulled Gu Sikong up from the ground: Prime Minister, please quickly get up.

Gu Sikong looked as if he had aged twenty to thirty years in one night. His hair was gray at the temples and his eyes were cloudy.

This subject … I didn't know that the Emperor had come late to compose the sacrificial script …

The Crown Prince tried to comfort her, "My lord, those who do not know are innocent, I think my lord is grieving for you, and you are not in the mood for this. It is raining heavily outside, you should go in first."

Gu Sikong's frail body trembled, he nodded his head and walked towards the manor, then ordered the servants to open the doors wide, preparing to receive everyone's respects.

Grief over the loss of his son, a family hiding in the home crying is not the matter, now that the dead are done, the most important thing for his son to do is to do the aftermath.