The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

This was not the reaction he had imagined. Normally, losing a child should be an extremely painful and unbearable blow, but Xi Yu's behavior made Dongfanghong feel a little abnormal.

He couldn't help but start to wonder if Xi Yu was suppressing his sadness or had some unspeakable secret.

Or, is there some unknown secret behind this?

Dongfanghong's thoughts became increasingly confused, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was not simple.

The next day, Dongfanghong went straight to Wenxuan's office.

"Wenxuan, I went to see Xiyu yesterday. Although Xiyu was sad about his son's matter, I always felt that the degree of his sadness was wrong and unnatural. Tell me, am I overthinking?"

As Dongfanghong spoke, he rubbed his chin with his hand, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.

Wenxuan was about to refute, but the scene of himself comforting Xiyu suddenly flashed through his mind.

She frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, she slowly said, "Hearing you say that, it seems that this is really possible."

The two looked at each other, and there was a tense atmosphere in the air.

Wenxuan's brain was working rapidly.

"Maybe Xiyu's son is not dead at all."

Dongfanghong frowned, his eyes full of confusion and contemplation.

"If this is true, why would Xiyu do this? What is the hidden story behind this?"

Wenxuan also had a serious expression on his face and shook his head slightly.

"It's possible that they wanted to let the mastermind relax his vigilance, but this is just my random guess and it may not be correct."

There was uncertainty in her tone and worry in her eyes.

Dongfanghong showed a glimmer of hope on her face, raised her chin slightly and said, "I hope your analysis is correct. It would be better if Xiyu's child didn't die. I have to go to class now, we can continue to discuss this matter later."

Wenxuan stood alone in the office, his hands folded across his chest, his head slightly lowered in thought.

"It would be best if my guess is correct," she murmured to herself.

On the other side, in the shop where Hu Lin was, the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.

Ever since being scolded by the old man last time, Hu Lin has become more cautious in doing things.

The old man's name is Lin Dajiang. He is usually serious and intimidating.

That day, Lin Dajiang was sitting in the corner of the store as usual when he suddenly received a letter.

He opened the letter and looked calm at first, but as his eyes moved on the letter, his expression gradually changed.

After a while, his eyes turned red and he began to cry continuously.

His body was trembling slightly, and he held the letter tightly in his hand, as if it was his only hope.

Hu Lin was stunned by this sudden scene. He stood aside, at a loss, not knowing what to do.

After a while, Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's grief-stricken expression and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Boss, what happened?" Lin Dajiang's face was full of sorrow and he said in a trembling voice, "My nephew... he jumped off a cliff and died. I... I am so miserable." Tears streamed down his face and his eyes were filled with despair and grief.

Hu Lin's heart tightened, and he quickly comforted him, "Boss, the dead cannot be resurrected, so don't be too sad." His tone was gentle and full of concern.

Lin Dajiang nodded slowly and said heavily: "You are right, but I still find it hard to accept it. I want to go to my nephew's house to visit." Hu Lin looked at Lin Dajiang's back, his heart full of emotion. The fragility and impermanence of life made him fall into deep thought.

With a heavy heart, Lin Dajiang hurried to Wu Kui's house.

Before I even entered the door, I heard a burst of mournful crying.

He pushed open the door and saw an old woman sitting there crying. It was Wu Kui's mother and also his younger sister Lin Shuhong.

Lin Dajiang's face was full of grief and pity. He walked quickly to Lin Shuhong, squatted down, gently held her hand, and comforted her softly: "Shuhong, don't cry, it has already happened. What if you cry like this and hurt yourself?"

Lin Shuhong raised her head, her face full of tears, her eyes filled with despair and self-blame.

Her hair was a little messy, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling slightly. "Brother, Wu Kui was killed by me!" She said in pain, her voice hoarse and shrill.

Lin Dajiang felt a pain in his heart, and gently patted Lin Shuhong's hand and said, "Don't say that, how can I blame you for this?"

Lin Shuhong shook her head and tears welled up again.

"Wu Kui liked a woman, but I didn't agree. As a result, he became so upset that he jumped off a cliff. If I hadn't been so stubborn, he wouldn't have..." Her voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into sobs.

"Shuhong, it's no use regretting now. We have to be strong. If Wu Kui is still alive, he would not want to see you torturing yourself like this." His eyes were full of determination, trying to give Lin Shuhong some strength.

Lin Shuhong stared at the ground blankly, her heart filled with pain and regret. She didn't know what to do. After losing her son, her world seemed to have collapsed.

"Brother, what should I do in the future?" she asked helplessly.

Lin Dajiang held Lin Shuhong's hand tightly and said, "We have to face it together. We have to go on with our lives. Wu Kui is gone, but we can't keep drowning in sorrow."

At the bottom of the cliff, there was silence.

A young man slowly opened his eyes. The blood on his head had dried up and solidified into dark red patches. He was Wu Kui.

The moment he opened his eyes, Wu Kui felt everything in front of his eyes was blurry and his head was very dizzy.

He seemed to have arrived in the underworld.

However, as his vision gradually cleared, he began to observe his surroundings carefully.

A mixture of emotions welled up in him as he recognized this as the cliff he had jumped off.

Wu Kui struggled to sit up, feeling sore all over and as if his bones were falling apart.

He gently touched the wound on his head and felt a sharp pain.

"I'm lucky enough to be alive." He said to himself with a wry smile on his face.

Wu Kui's face was instantly filled with pain. He held his head with both hands and shouted in despair: "Why am I not dead? Will it be even more painful next?"

His eyes were full of helplessness and struggle, as if he was trapped in endless darkness.

Driven by despair, Wu Kui decided to seek death again. He stood up and staggered forward, wanting to find a place to die.

However, after taking a few steps, he suddenly felt that he had touched something soft, and his body almost lost its balance and fell to the ground.

He looked down and was surprised to find that it was an unconscious old man.

This old man is Song Shuwen.

A trace of doubt arose in Wu Kui's heart. Why was this old man here?

He hesitated for a moment, and finally squatted down and observed Song Shuwen carefully.

He found that Song Shuwen was pale, breathing weakly, and seemed to be seriously injured.

Wu Kui couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in his heart. After thinking about it, he decided to rescue the old man first.

Wu Kui looked at the unconscious Song Shuwen, and his thoughts drifted back to his childhood.

At that time, he was forced by his parents to learn medicine from an old man for a period of time.

Although the old doctor later passed away and his medical studies were interrupted, he still remembered some basic knowledge about saving lives.

Wu Kui took a deep breath, calmed himself, and began to move. He knelt beside Song Shuwen, stretched out his fingers, and kept pinching Song Shuwen's philtrum.

His eyes were focused and tense, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Every time he exerted force, he silently prayed in his heart that Song Shuwen would wake up soon.

Time passed minute by minute, Wu Kui's hands felt sore, but he did not give up.

Finally, with his unremitting efforts, Song Shuwen slowly responded.

Wu Kui was delighted and pinched the Ren philtrum even harder.

Gradually, Song Shuwen opened his eyes and woke up.

Wu Kui breathed a sigh of relief and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

He looked at Song Shuwen and asked with concern: "Old man, how do you feel?"

Song Shuwen glanced at Wu Kui weakly, moved his lips slightly, but said nothing.

Wu Kui knew that he was still weak and needed rest.

He gently helped Song Shuwen up and let him lean against a rock.

Song Shuwen turned his head with difficulty and looked around, his face showing confusion. His voice was weak and hoarse: "Who are you? Why am I here?"

"My name is Wu Kui. I failed to jump off the cliff, but I'm still alive. I found you by accident." His tone was flat, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

"Jump off a cliff? Why jump off a cliff?" Song Shuwen's eyes were full of confusion.

Wu Kui was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Because of some things, I felt that life was meaningless, so I jumped off the cliff. I didn't expect to be alive. Maybe this is God's arrangement."

Song Shuwen looked at Wu Kui, and a wave of sympathy surged in his heart. "Young man, don't give up your life easily. No matter what difficulties you encounter, there will always be a way out when you reach the mountain, and you will naturally straighten yourself when you reach the bridge."

Wu Kui frowned, his face full of impatience.

"I don't want to hear these words. Why don't you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Song Shuwen sighed lightly, with a hint of sadness and anger in his eyes.

"I was murdered. I guess that person thought I was dead, so he threw me off the cliff." His voice trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with pain when he recalled what happened to him.

Wu Kui's eyes widened, his face full of surprise.

"Killed by someone? Why? Who is so cruel?" Anger surged in his heart, and he felt unfair about what happened to Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen's face showed fatigue. He waved his hand gently and said, "I don't want to talk anymore. I'm too tired. Young man, don't let it get to the point of being depressed. You saved me and did me a great deed. But I'm very weak now and I don't have anything to eat. Shouldn't you help me up?"

There was a hint of hope in his eyes, trying to persuade Wu Kui not to commit suicide again.

Wu Kui's face was still gloomy. He said coldly: "In this case, I will send you up and then seek death myself."

Song Shuwen sighed helplessly, his heart full of disappointment.

He was silent for a moment, and finally asked, "How did you wake me up?"

Wu Kui replied expressionlessly, "I know medical skills. I studied with an old man for a while when I was a child."

Song Shuwen's eyes lit up and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"So that's how it is. Then we are in the same profession. I am also a doctor." A sense of familiarity surged in his heart, as if he had found a soulmate.

Wu Kui was slightly stunned and looked at Song Shuwen with some surprise.

"Are you a healer too?"

Song Shuwen nodded, a look of pride on his face.

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine all my life and have saved countless lives."

A trace of admiration welled up in Wu Kui's heart. He didn't expect that this old man was also a doctor.

Wu Kui said nothing more. He walked to Song Shuwen, stretched out his hand and carefully helped him up.

Song Shuwen nodded slightly to show his gratitude.

The two began to move forward slowly, looking for a way out of the bottom of the cliff.

Although Song Shuwen was weak and pale, his steps were surprisingly brisk.

Wu Kui followed behind Song Shuwen, and looking at his steady steps, he couldn't help feeling a little inferior.

He didn't expect that this injured old man was more energetic than himself.

He thought to himself: "This old man is really not simple. It seems that I have to be strong too."

They walked with difficulty at the bottom of the cliff, and the surrounding environment was very harsh.

There are jagged rocks and overgrown weeds, and some unknown insects are running around in the grass.

Wu Kui's mood became increasingly heavy, he didn't know if they could find a way out.

Song Shuwen seemed to sense Wu Kui's emotions. He turned his head and said with a smile, "Young man, don't be discouraged. We will definitely find a way out."

Wu Kui nodded, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

He took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and continued to follow Song Shuwen.

The midday sun shone through the window onto Xiyu's face, making him feel a little sleepy.

He slowly closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

In his dream, Xiyu saw Song Shuwen.

Song Shuwen's face was clearly visible. He looked at Xi Yu with a smile, as if telling him something.

Xi Yu woke up from his sleep, he sat up suddenly, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

A special feeling surged in his heart, that is, Song Shuwen was still alive. This feeling was so strong that he could not ignore it.

Xiyu's eyes were full of doubt and expectation. He didn't know what this dream meant, but his intuition told him that Song Shuwen might still be alive.

He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"Is Song Shuwen really still alive? If he is still alive, then where is he?" Xi Yu muttered to himself with an anxious look on his face.

However, there has been no news about Song Shuwen so far.

Some soldiers suggested that Xiyu hold a funeral for Song Shuwen, but Xiyu would never do so before seeing him in person.

Xi Yu was full of worries. He came to the yard and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly felt that he should go and see Liu Xie.

He wanted to thank Liu Xie for his condolences, so Xi Yu immediately set out for the palace.

When he arrived at the palace, he saw Liu Xie and a young eunuch playing chess with great concentration.

Liu Xie frowned slightly, thinking about what to do next, while the young eunuch stared at the chessboard nervously, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Xi Yu stood quietly aside without disturbing them.

He looked at the scene of Liu Xie and the young eunuch playing chess, and felt deeply moved.

Such a peaceful scene is particularly precious.

Liu Xie made a move, and the young eunuch followed suit. Then the young eunuch said in frustration: "Your Majesty, I lost. Your Majesty is still the best."

Liu Xie frowned and said angrily: "You slave, you must have deliberately lost to me. It's very boring."

The young eunuch waved his hands hastily and said in panic, "Your Majesty, I have absolutely no such intention."

Liu Xie was about to say something else when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Xi Yu out of the corner of his eye.

Xi Yu hurriedly bowed and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't bow rashly just now because I didn't want to disturb your Majesty playing chess."

His face was full of apology and his eyes were full of respect.

Liu Xie nodded slightly, the anger on his face eased a little, and said, "Get up, Xi Aiqing, there is no need to be so polite."

Xi Yu stood up, lowered his head slightly, and waited for Liu Xie's question.

Liu Xie looked at Xi Yu, secretly wondering why he came.

When the young eunuch heard Liu Xie's order, he hurriedly bowed and withdrew, secretly glancing at Xi Yu before leaving.

After the young eunuch left, Liu Xie pointed to the seat next to him and said to Xi Yu, "My dear Xi, please sit down."

Xi Yu bowed slightly, then slowly sat down with an upright posture, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

Liu Xie looked at Xi Yu with a hint of concern in his eyes and asked, "My dear Xi, why did you come here today?"

Xi Yu showed a grateful look on his face, and he bowed his head slightly and said, "Your Majesty, I came here this time to thank Your Majesty for your condolences for my grief over the loss of my son. Your Majesty's care makes me feel warm."

After hearing this, Liu Xie sighed softly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. "It is indeed the most painful thing in the world for an old man to send off a young man. I hope you can be free from the pain soon."

His voice was soft, yet full of genuine emotion.

"Your Majesty's concern is always in my heart. I will do my best to overcome my grief and share your worries."

Liu Xie raised his chin slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes, and said to Xi Yu: "My dear Xi, can you accompany me to play chess?"

When Xi Yu heard this, he immediately showed respect on his face, bowed slightly and said: "Your Majesty, I am more than happy to receive your invitation."

The attendants quickly set up the chessboard, and Liu Xie and Xi Yu sat opposite each other.

The king and his minister went back and forth, and the situation on the chessboard gradually became tense.

Liu Xie sometimes frowned slightly and sometimes smiled, and it was obvious that he was very involved in the game of chess.

After Xi Yu finished playing chess with Liu Xie, he felt a little relieved and returned to the mansion with a hint of contemplation.

As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw Xi Zhicai standing there, seemingly waiting for him.

When Xi Zhicai saw Xi Yu coming back, he stepped forward, bowed slightly and said, "Brother, I'm here to say goodbye and get ready to go back."

Xi Yu was slightly stunned, and a look of persuasion appeared on his face. He said, "Zhicai, why are you in such a hurry? Please stay a few more days."

Xi Zhicai shook his head gently and said calmly: "I will feel uncomfortable if I stay here for too long, so it is better to return to my house in the countryside."

Xi Yu looked at Xi Zhicai's determined expression and knew that he was determined to leave, so he stopped forcing him and said with a sigh, "If that's the case, then you can go back. Be careful on the road, and come back anytime if you need me."

Xi Zhicai nodded, turned around and left, his figure gradually disappearing at the gate of the mansion. (End of this chapter)