Du Kehui looked incredulously at the tip of the dagger protruding from his chest. Staggering two steps toward Zhong Meiqing, he yelled ‘Mother!’ before collapsing.

Zhong Meiqing had also joined the fighting after Ah Man had left. Who would have expected that her martial arts skills were quite good, a sharp contrast to her usual soft and weak appearance. When she heard Du Kehui’s voice and looked over, all she could see was a collapsed figure.

“Hui’er!” Seeing Du Kehui had fallen, Zhong Meiqing’s eyes bulged and she screamed.

“Mother…” After Du Kehui fell, he watched Zhong Meiqing frantically fight, killing everyone who stood in her way so that she could rush toward him. He grabbed the tip of the dagger with his left hand, trying to staunch the blood that was flowing out. He reached his other hand in Zhong Meiqing’s direction, wanting her to save him. But in the end, it was fruitless– his hand fell limply, and he left this world unwillingly, full of hatred.