Chương 220: Generals of the Yang Family

Fleeing to a hidden spot quite a distance away from the battlefield just now, Song Que finally had the time to sit down and carefully monitor the movements of Blood-Robed and the others. Old Blood had his ghost servants—a great killing weapon with a nose sharper than a dog's. Song Que didn't dare to actually tail him, so he could only rely on Lightning for surveillance. Unfortunately, this trip was still in vain. Naturally, there was no such word as "trust" among members of demonic cults.

Old Blood's group hadn't traveled far together before stopping to discuss for a moment, and then they split up, each going their own separate ways. It must be said that this guy, Blood-Robed, truly possessed a multitude of secret techniques and was highly vigilant. Once he was alone, he waved his hand, and out of nowhere, a cloud of mist seeped out from his body. Very quickly, he blended into the night and vanished without a trace.

Although Song Que didn't know what method he used, it was impossible to track the whereabouts of this old dog with Lightning's naked eyes right now. Song Que could only give up with regret. Lightning eventually locked onto Venerable Nine Nethers. Although Song Que currently had no intention of doing anything to this guy, casually investigating him a bit might come in handy in the future. Since he couldn't find any more opportunities to fish in troubled waters, he stopped paying attention.

Closing his eyes to sense the changes in the Tesseract within his mind, Old Master Song nodded in satisfaction. No longer bothering with Old Nine, he executed his lightness skill and ran back to his camp. ….. At the campsite. When Master Song returned, the place was still pitch-black. If he hadn't observed the life signs inside through his Domain, he would have thought those two girls had already run away.

Hearing the rapid breathing hiding behind the thin fabric of the tent, a sense of pity couldn't help but rise in Song Que's heart. If they hadn't met him today, the fate of these two children would have been incredibly tragic.

"Don't be afraid, it's me." There was no movement from the people inside the tent. Master Song shook his head, ignoring them. He gathered some dry wood nearby and started a fire. Taking out utensils from his spatial inventory, he quickly cooked a simple pot of meat soup. Before long, a mouth-watering aroma permeated the air. For an ordinary person, it wouldn't be much, but for these two girls who had only eaten thin gruel for days, it was truly an irresistible temptation. Grumble... grumble...

Hearing the little stomachs protesting inside the tent, Song Que curled his lips into a smile:"Alright, there's no need to hide. If you're hungry, come out and eat something." The tent remained silent. A long while later, a timid voice rang out:"Are you... are you a good person or a bad person?"

"Hehehe..." The demonic Master Song chuckled. In the darkness, illuminated by the flickering firelight, he looked exceptionally profound and gloomy.

"Looking at my appearance, do you guess I'm a good person or a bad person?" Gulp... After a moment of silence, the other child spoke against her conscience:"You look like a good person."

"Hahaha, little girl, you have a very sharp eye! Where I live, this young master is honored with the title of 'Great Philanthropist'. I am a true great hero!" It was unknown whether they actually believed his words, or if they simply couldn't resist the temptation of the food. Eventually, the twins crawled out of the tent and once again timidly approached Song Que. Looking at these two little girls anxiously pulling at the few scraps of cloth on their bodies, trying to cover themselves, they looked truly pitiful.

Old Master Song couldn't bear to tease them anymore. He shifted slightly to make room for them to sit down, then scooped two large bowls of meat soup and handed them over.

"Drink, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." These two little girls were absolutely identical in appearance, clothing, and hairstyle, making it difficult to tell them apart. However, there was still a difference in their personalities. One was more timid and lacked opinions; all this time, she had been acting based on the cues of the person beside her. This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

At this moment, the girl with more initiative stood up first, took the bowl of soup with both hands, politely thanked him, and then brought it to her mouth to taste. Waiting a moment, she turned and nodded. Only then did the other girl happily accept the remaining bowl, eagerly bringing it to her mouth to eat. Slurp... slurp... Seeing the two of them ignore their image and lower their heads to eat, Old Master Song smiled kindly.

He picked up his own bowl and took several large gulps, intentionally making loud noises to cover up their embarrassment. A long while later, after each of them had poured two large bowls into their stomachs, their little bellies bulging high, they couldn't eat another bite. Only then did Song Que ask:"Where is your home?" Originally, he thought these two girls had been kidnapped and planned to do a good deed by escorting them back.

Who could have expected that upon hearing his question, both of their eyes would turn red? Before long, they huddled together and burst into loud sobs. Now full of energy from eating, the two little girls cried for a very long time. By the time their tears had soaked the front of their shirts, the girl with initiative finally stopped crying and coaxed the other to stop. She turned to Master Song and replied:"We... we no longer have a home to return to."

"Do you have any relatives left in this world?" Looking at him blankly for a long time, the little girl bit her lip and shook her head in despair. Master Song was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort the two of them. The three of them just sat there in silence. In the dark night, only occasional choked sobs could be heard....... An unknown amount of time passed. As if having made up her mind, the child who had been speaking to Song Que earlier turned to him and pleaded:"My Lord, I beg you to take us sisters in."

He had already brought them all the way out here. Could he really just leave these two girls to fend for themselves? Old Master Song didn't know what to do and could only sigh.

"My Lord, I will be obedient! I only beg you to take us sisters in and spare my younger sister. I will listen to your every word. I will do whatever you ask of me." As if terrified of being abandoned and returning to a life of being caged like animals, the girl bit her lip and pleaded tearfully. Her desperate, fragile appearance would make anyone's heart ache.

"Big sister, no!" It turned out this one was the older sister. The younger sister was now terrified, turning to grab her arm and shaking her head.

"Little sister is not afraid!" Then, naturally, they hugged each other and cried again. Looking at this scene, the demonic Master Song didn't feel touched at all; instead, he found it incredibly troublesome. Rubbing his head for a moment, he decided to thoroughly ask about the background of these two girls:"Stop crying. First, tell me in detail who you are." Wiping her younger sister's tears, the older of the two finally stepped forward and slowly recounted:"My Lord, my name is Yang Mi, and my sister is Yang Zi.

Our father's name is Yang Yixing. He was formerly the Defense Commissioner of the Jiannan Border..." Listening to her account, Song Que finally realized that the background of these two girls was actually quite significant. The Yang family was a generations-old military family, quite renowned in the Southern Region. Their father, Yang Yixing, was a genuine veteran Eighth-Grade Meridian Opening Realm martial artist!

He served as the Defense Commissioner of Jiannan, second only to the Governor General of the Jiannan Circuit—truly a position beneath one person and above ten thousand. Logically, with such a family background, these two girls were destined to live as pampered young ladies, wrapped in silk and cherished by all. But the affairs of the world were unpredictable. About a month ago, Yang Yixing was unexpectedly accused of treason and executed on the spot. In a single night, the massive Yang family collapsed.

Most were killed or captured, almost entirely wiped out. These two sisters were lucky enough to be playing outside that day and escaped the initial calamity. Thanks to a loyal servant fighting to the death to protect them, they managed to flee the city. Unfortunately, their luck ended there. Escaping the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair, they were quickly captured alive by underworld martial arts factions.

The two girls were tossed around on boats and carriages for days before being transported to Jiangdong, intended to be sold off as playthings. Originally destined to die, they were 'honored' with a fate worse than death by the bandits, meant to suffer humiliation and torment until they died. Old Master Song really didn't know what to say about the luck of these two kids. Fortunately, they met the wise, mighty, and kind-hearted Master Song. Sigh...

Song Que shook his head and sighed:"You said your Yang family was framed. Do you know who your enemy is?"

"It is Xue Dezhong, the Garrison Commander of the Zhennan Army! A few days before the incident, I overheard my father saying this man was forcing him to do something, but he absolutely refused and was even planning to write an impeachment memorial against Xue. Then this happened. The mastermind is definitely him without a doubt." Yang Mi's eyes shot out a deeply ingrained hatred.

Growing up in an official family, although she wasn't formally taught, she understood a thing or two about the inner workings of officialdom. Right now, her words were logical and grounded as she spoke through gritted teeth. Hearing this, Master Song's legs almost turned to jelly. Nani?! The local emperor of the Southern Region, the Grandmaster expert, Xue Dezhong?! Fuck, offending someone like this? He wouldn't even need to act personally.

Any random subordinate under his command would be enough to wipe out Master Song and the Moon-Lacking Pavilion several times over! This is someone I absolutely cannot provoke! In an instant, Master Song began to hesitate in his mind, wondering if he should take these two girls back to the Black Market and exchange them for his money back. Even half price was fine. He wasn't going to play this game! Although Yang Mi was young, her mind was perceptive.

Seeing the demonic Master Song begin to show signs of backing out, she grew terrified and hurriedly pulled her sister down to kneel and kowtow.

"My Lord, please take us sisters in! I do not seek revenge; I only want my sister to live safely and peacefully. You can treat me however you wish! Furthermore, when we were captured, I heard those bad people say they created a fake scene. Everyone outside probably thinks we are all dead. This matter will not bring any danger to you! My Lord, I beg of you!" Looking at the two little girls kowtowing loudly, thump, thump, thump, the sliver of kindness in Zen Master Song's heart once again flared up.

Hesitating for a moment, he still shook his head, sighed, and reached out to stop the two children. In the end, it was that damn thing called a conscience acting up. He wondered if he would regret today's decision in the future.