Chapter 20 Is There Any Meaning to This?

The fat man hadn't fully recovered his senses. He never expected these people to be so decisive. Zhao Dutong's resolute eyes when he slit his own throat were still vivid in his mind, and now all four were dead.

Who Shen Hong was was no longer important.

"Miss Ye, Mr. Song died for the sake of the common people. We have all witnessed his noble spirit. The most urgent task now is to fulfill Mr. Song's unfinished wish, to eliminate demons," Jiang Cheng persuaded, "You must pull yourself together."

Ye Qiutang released Song Tianming's hand, slowly stood up, and a touch of perseverance surged between her brows. "You're right, they won't die in vain, we must kill this evil spirit! To avenge them!"

Under Ye Qiutang's command, the three of them collected Song Tianming's body, along with the three bodies outside, and carried them to an open space on the right side of the厢房 (xiāngfáng, side room). They also found a few pieces of cloth to cover the bodies of the four people.

During this period, Jiang Cheng squatted down and examined the four bodies, finding nothing unusual.

Suddenly, the fat man's voice rang out from behind, "Miss Ye, Miss Ye!"

Jiang Cheng turned around and saw Ye Qiutang, who was standing in front of Zhao Dutong's body, swaying a few times before falling to the ground.

The fat man was quick-witted and grabbed Ye Qiutang. Fortunately, after examination, Ye Qiutang was fine. Jiang Cheng judged that she had fainted due to prolonged over-tension, coupled with a sudden rush of anger.

There was nothing to be picky about at the moment. Jiang Cheng carried Ye Qiutang back to the 厢房 (xiāngfáng, side room). The fat man quickly removed the blood-stained bedding, spread a thick quilt on it, and then put Ye Qiutang on it.

Jiang Cheng and the fat man sat at the table. The fat man gasped several times before slowly calming himself down. "Doctor, Senior Song and the others died for us, we..."

The fat man stopped halfway through his words, because he noticed that Jiang Cheng had raised his head, and his eyes looking out the door were filled with complexity.

"What's wrong?" The fat man suddenly had a bad feeling.

After a pause, Jiang Cheng turned his head, his voice also lowered, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"Strange?" After a moment, the fat man nodded as if he had thought of something. "Oh, oh, you mean Song Tianming and Zhao Dutong? But they also said that it was because General Ye had been kind to them, so..."

"Who exactly is Shen Hong?" Jiang Cheng suddenly interrupted the fat man.

The fat man was stunned. After a few seconds, he looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding why he would ask such a question. "Isn't it, now... is there any meaning to discussing this issue now?"

The fat man's thinking was very simple. The second-generation Shen Hong was among these four people, and now all four are dead.

Without explaining further, Jiang Cheng stood up, walked to the unconscious Ye Qiutang, and called out a few times, but she didn't respond at all.

Then he gave the fat man a look. The fat man immediately understood, and the two left the room, closed the door, and walked towards the location where the bodies were stored.

This time, Jiang Cheng asked the fat man to keep watch, and he carefully examined the four bodies. He couldn't be too obvious in front of Ye Qiutang just now. He peeled open their eyelids one by one to look at their pupils, and even took off their shoes.

After some inspection, he confirmed that all four were completely dead, and the gradually losing temperature also confirmed this.

After putting Zhao Dutong's shoes back on, Jiang Cheng slowly stood up, but his brows furrowed even tighter.

Now the fat man gradually understood something. Jiang Cheng wanted to find the Shen Hong hidden among the four. If he could find a mobile phone, or contact lenses, or scars left by modern surgery on the body, then he could be sure that it was Shen Hong.

Finally, the fat man couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Doctor, what exactly are you worried about? No matter who Shen Hong is, he is dead."

"How are you sure he's dead?" Jiang Cheng raised his head and asked back, the sharpness in his eyes startled the fat man.

"Shen Hong is... is among the four of them, Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest) said it himself, have you forgotten?" The fat man suspected that Jiang Cheng had lost his memory.

Seeing the fat man's attitude, Jiang Cheng sighed, "Why haven't you made any progress at all? Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest) Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest), how do you know that Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest) is a good person, and that what he said must be true?"

The fat man was stunned by the question. "But... but Senior Song also looked at the token, there was no problem, Senior Song also believed that what Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest) said was true."

"Heh, is Senior Song sure to be accurate?" Staring at Song Tianming's body on the ground, a complex look flashed between Jiang Cheng's brows. "To take a step back, if Shen Hong is really among these four people, then the most likely one is Song Tianming. Don't forget, Ling Xiao daoren (道人, Taoist priest) insisted that we give the jade pendant to Song Tianming. Is it really an entrustment? Could it be that he was secretly passing on information?"

"If they were in the same group, would Song Tianming have been beaten like that by those monks? Besides, he's already dead!" The fat man was completely dumbfounded. The words the doctor said were incredible to him. He swallowed and comforted Jiang Cheng: "Are you too nervous? Relax, we..."

The next second, the fat man watched Jiang Cheng pick up the knife on the ground, it was Zhao Dutong's saber, stained with scarlet blood.

Jiang Cheng gripped the knife and looked at the bodies one by one. "We've seen those second-generation Shen Hong, maybe they have some weird life-saving abilities. Maybe he just wants to use this opportunity to feign death. You help me keep an eye on it, I'll cut off the heads of these four bodies."

"This..." The fat man didn't know what to say anymore.

Jiang Cheng's first choice was Song Tianming. In his opinion, Song Tianming was the most suspicious of the four. Respect was one thing, suspicion was another. Jiang Cheng raised the knife in his hand, his tone stern, "Senior Song, if you have a spirit in heaven, I believe you will understand me, I'm sorry."

Although the fat man didn't understand, he didn't stop Jiang Cheng. He was still helping him keep watch. He still knew which group he belonged to, but he turned his back and tried not to look at the bloody scene.

After a series of chopping, soon, four heads were placed at Jiang Cheng's feet. Now Jiang Cheng confirmed that they were dead people.

Putting the heads back in place, Jiang Cheng knelt down and kowtowed three times heavily to the four bodies, as an apology.

The fat man couldn't help but wipe away his tears, not entirely because of the four bodies, but more because he felt sorry for Jiang Cheng. He knew that the reason why Jiang Cheng became like this was also because of himself, because of Yao Shunyu, Li Bai, because of all their friends. After all, this was the old chairman's field, the final battle.

The reason why the doctor was so crazy was entirely because he was under too much pressure. He carried the hopes of everyone. This final battle could only be won, not lost!