Chapter 9 It Doesn't Matter Anymore...
Rumble!
Rain and mist rose, lightning flashed frequently, and thunder roared as it moved through the dark, oppressive clouds.
A fierce wind blew, lightning and thunder struck, and unnamed birds were lost in the wind and rain.
Jinling City Second Tianwu High School.
Blood was washed away by the rain, and the air was unusually oppressive.
"Dead...dead!"
"Is this fake...?"
"Jin Feichen...killed someone..."
"No, it can't be..."
"Wasn't it just a verbal argument? This, this..."
In the crowd, Li Ya's beautiful eyes, like autumn water, stared blankly at this scene, her whole body feeling as if it had been severely ravaged by the wind from the far north, and she couldn't stop shivering.
She couldn't understand why things had developed like this. Didn't they just have some conflict? Why could Jin Feichen kill Zhao Ming so decisively and cleanly? They had been classmates for three years, why?
Ultimately, the conflict between Jin Feichen and Zhao Ming was instigated by Li Ya. So would he also...
Countless conjectures couldn't stop entering Li Ya's mind, and the seed named fear was deeply planted in her heart, irrigated by Zhao Ming's fresh blood, and began to grow rapidly.
Li Ya's feet kept moving, constantly retreating backward. She looked at the open school gate behind her, her steps getting faster and faster. In the end, she even started running.
Jin Feichen's demonic smile kept flashing in her mind, and the bloody mark on Zhao Ming's neck kept appearing.
For some reason, in Li Ya's mind, Zhao Ming's face began to flicker, perhaps because of the gloomy weather and the frequent lightning flashes. Finally, when the lightning illuminated the ground again, that face turned into hers...
And the tree named fear also climbed frantically at this moment, breaking through the barrier named reason in an instant!
"He who kills others will be killed by others!"
Rumble!!
The rain was still falling...
On the Dead Pool, Jin Feichen was counting down the time, waiting for Zhao Ming's Family to arrive.
So boring...
Jin Feichen was soaked all over, looking at the drizzling rain, and sighed in his heart: Why didn't I have this weather when I was staying at home? What a pity, such good gaming time was wasted on killing people...
Rumble!!
Suddenly--
Thunder startled, and a ray of light burst from high above!
Bang!
That ray of light smashed onto the ground, and the person who arrived was the current head of the Zhao Family, also Zhao Ming's Father, Zhao Fuyun!
He was wearing a exquisite suit, and his hair was meticulously combed.
From Zhao Fuyun's slightly trembling fists, it could be seen that he was trying hard to suppress his anger.
"My son, you killed him."
Looking at Zhao Ming's corpse, Zhao Fuyun said almost through gritted teeth.
"He committed suicide by hitting my card himself. Don't wrongly accuse me."
Jin Feichen blinked, talking nonsense neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Do you know who you killed?!"
"Zhao Family Young Master, Zhao Ming."
Seeing Jin Feichen's nonchalant appearance, Zhao Fuyun's heart sank, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Could it be someone from a Family in another province?
"Who are you from, what is your name, to be so arrogant?"
Out of vigilance, he asked coldly.
"An unknown nobody." The young man smiled, and suddenly recited: "Gentle breeze blows on the medicine table, sunny day shines on the tea cloth. The leisurely interest is not yet exhausted, twilight dust flies over the east city."
Pausing, he bowed slightly to the newcomer and said calmly: "I am Jin Feichen."
Jin Feichen?
Zhao Fuyun's brain was spinning rapidly, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember any Family with the surname Jin.
"Don't think about it, I'm really just an ordinary person who loves to eat braised chicken, I don't have an 'Emperor' Realm Father, nor do I have an 'Emperor' Realm Mother."
Jin Feichen saw Zhao Fuyun's concerns and reminded him warmly.
Hearing this, Zhao Fuyun's face became ugly. Although he thought so himself, there were too many suspicious points. It was his son who died, that was correct, but at the same time, he was also the head of the Zhao Family. His every word and action represented the entire Zhao Family, and he couldn't be careless in the slightest.
Zhao Fuyun tried to calm himself down and thought about the suspicious points. First was the opponent's strength. As a Father, he knew Zhao Ming's strength best. Among his peers, unless it was a Genius from those very powerful families, it would be impossible to kill him.
This was obviously not something an ordinary person could do. Secondly, it was the opponent's fearless attitude. If it were a normal person, they would definitely be flustered in this situation, but what about this kid? Not only was he not like that, but he was provoking him everywhere.
It was like...trying to get him to attack him himself.
Not from a large Family, but not afraid of their Zhao Family...
Zhao Fuyun thought about it and came to only one conclusion that could explain all of this, and that was that this Jin Feichen had awakened some amazing Si Ming Heavenly Object, and the officials wanted to protect him.
...
Indeed, how could someone who could be a Family head be a fool whose head was easily filled with blood.
Seeing Zhao Fuyun calm down, Jin Feichen immediately understood that the other party might have already guessed.
"Boring."
"I've been busy all day today, so I didn't pay attention to the Heavenly Object Awakening ceremony at all. If I'm not mistaken, you are Special Grade."
Zhao Fuyun said in a cold tone.
"Who knows? Brother is quite popular now, why don't you go ask around?"
Jin Feichen tugged at his wet clothes and turned to leave, "Going, bye~"
Seeing this, Zhao Fuyun immediately wanted to stop him. Even if Jin Feichen awakened a Special Grade and was protected by the officials, he couldn't just let the murderer who killed his son go so inexplicably. How could his Zhao Family be a soft persimmon that anyone could knead!
But just as he lifted one foot, a slender hand suddenly landed on his shoulder like a ghost.
"This child's personality is still a bit nasty, don't you think?"
Hu Zhu appeared behind Zhao Fuyun at some point, putting an arm around his shoulder, and said with a smile.
When?!!
Zhao Fuyun's whole body suddenly stiffened as if struck by lightning, his pupils contracted sharply. He looked at the familiar yet strange man beside him, who was talking and laughing, and a feeling of unspeakable fear surged in his heart, as if a cold hand was tightly squeezing his Heart.
If he had just attacked Jin Feichen, would that hand not have been grabbing his shoulder...?
"Alas, let him be a bit nasty, who told him to awaken a Huan Level Heavenly Object? You have to indulge him, right?"
Hu Zhu continued to talk to himself, and the two words Huan Level, once spoken, struck Zhao Fuyun's heart like a heavy cannon.
"Huan, Huan Level..."
He muttered these two words like a block of wood, and the whole World seemed to quiet down, everything around him seemed to become so blurred.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Huan Level, you tell me, among our Great Xia's more than eight billion people, how many are there in a year? You can count them on one hand. There's going to be another war now, but it's okay, after all, this kid is a treasure now, who can move him?"
Hu Zhu's chatter also became more and more distant, and Zhao Fuyun just stood there blankly.
"Alright, I won't talk anymore, I still have to find that kid."
"Hey, by the way, about Zhao Ming's matter, you can ask these students, they know all the gossip clearly."
Hu Zhu left...
The students also left...
Only the rain was still falling...
Zhao Fuyun stood like this for a long time, his body already soaked.
"Is there still a need to ask...?"
"Huan Level..."
"It's no longer necessary..."
Zhao Fuyun cried and laughed at the same time, his lips trembling, trying to laugh mockingly, but only silent sobs came out. He slowly walked to the dead Zhao Ming and squatted down.
Earlier, Zhao Fuyun's heart was only filled with rage and thought. His son's sudden death did not make him too sad, but until now, the heartbreaking pain surged into his heart belatedly, and the earth-shattering pain permeated his whole body.
Zhao Fuyun reached out and gently stroked Zhao Ming's wide eyes, muttering blankly: "Let it be unclear like this, no matter whose fault it is, it doesn't matter anymore..."
...
In the pouring rain, Zhao Fuyun's figure gradually disappeared under the rain and mist, leaving only a hoarse sentence.
"Perhaps I should have been more reckless, maybe then, I could have died on the way to avenge you, I think I would also, no longer be desperate..."
"Son, Father should have been dumber..."
