ebookland Chapter 383: The Ending Was Destined at the Beginning
Chapter 383: The Ending Was Destined at the Beginning
The third elder looked at Hei Xia Zi steadily, secretly pondering the truthfulness of what he said. He had seen all the information about Hei Xia Zi in the investigation records of the Zhang family's intelligence agency.
Hei Xia Zi was one of the Eight Banners nobles left over from the Qing Dynasty. His Han surname was Qi, and he possessed the same trait of longevity as the Zhang family.
"I know you. You are similar to the Zhang family in some ways. I remember that you only entered the bronze door once. I think it was during that time that you saw the Saint's clone, right?"
When the Third Elder looked at Hei Xia Zi, his eyes were burning. Although his tone was questioning, his words were extremely affirmative.
"Yes, that was the time I saw Han Yan's clone. My eyes also started to lose their ability to see clearly from that time on."
Xie Yuchen turned his head and looked at Hei Xiazi, who was still smiling. He looked nonchalant, as if he was talking about a completely unrelated person.
He had seen Hei Xia Zi's eyes, and he also knew that Hei Xia Zi's eyesight was getting worse and worse, and he might become completely blind one day in the future.
He didn't know when that day would come, but before that, he wanted to find a way to cure Hei Xia Zi's eyes.
"So, since you already know where the Saint's clone is, why don't you use the clone to heal the Saint's body directly?"
The third elder's question once again made everyone fall into complete silence. Everyone present knew very well that the so-called clones had ceased to exist many years ago.
Hei Xia Zi coughed lightly, feeling a little guilty. He thought, if only he had never entered the Meteorite Jade Mountains before.
In this way, Zhang Hanyan's clone will still exist in the world, she will not die, and there will be no problems with his eyes.
"Han Yan's clone was accidentally burned by me."
"What did you say!"
Upon hearing this, the Third Elder jumped up immediately, no longer showing his calm look.
"So, this is why you don't use clones. It turns out that the Saint's clone was destroyed by you many years ago."
Hei Xia Zi looked directly into the Third Elder's angry eyes and nodded silently.
The third elder looked towards the mourning hall in the distance and slumped down on a chair. He had always believed that nothing in this world happened without a reason.
And now, the clone belonging to Zhang Hanyan had been destroyed many years ago. He now felt that everything was God's will.
Zhang Hanyan was taken away by Zhang Yecheng from an orphanage where no one cared about her and was educated. She became the first and last saint of the Zhang family.
Now, everything has been concluded. Whether it is the Zhang family or the people of the Nine Gates, everything is the same as before, with no changes.
She has completed all the missions she came to this world for. Now, her soul has returned to heaven, leaving only a body.
Perhaps, the final outcome of everything was already determined from the very beginning.
"I already know everything. Tomorrow, we will personally deliver the saint's body to the Zhang family's ancient building. You can go now."
The third elder sighed. Thinking about having to take Zhang Hanyan away from Zhang Qiling tomorrow, he suddenly felt helpless.
Wu Xie grabbed the fat man who was about to speak and pushed him forward. Xie Yuchen grabbed the motionless Hei Xia Zi and strode away.
Seeing that they had all left, Huo Xiuxiu, Pan Zi and the others did not want to stay any longer and turned around and went back to the mourning hall. Everyone wanted to stay with Zhang Hanyan for the limited time.
Zhang Mo originally wanted to leave immediately, but when he saw that Xi Liu had no intention of leaving, he stayed.
"Third Elder, can you please not send the Saint Girl to the Zhang Family Ancient Tower? The Saint Girl and the Clan Leader have lived in Hangzhou for many years. This is their home. She definitely wouldn't want to stay in the Zhang Family Ancient Tower thousands of miles away."
Xi Liu stared at the Third Elder intently. A look of hesitation appeared on the Third Elder's face, but it only lasted for a moment and quickly disappeared.
"No, the only place where the Zhang family members can go after death is the Zhang family's ancient building. Moreover, she is the saint of the Zhang family. If she is not sent to the Zhang family's ancient building, it is really unreasonable."
"But......"
"Okay, Xiliu, I know that you, Zhang Mo, and the Saint have been friends since childhood, and your relationship is extraordinary, but this is a rule that has been passed down in the Zhang family for thousands of years, and no one can break it."
The Third Elder interrupted Xi Liu and spoke in a harsh tone that Xi Liu had never heard before. It was completely different from the smiling Third Elder in his memory.
Xi Liu wanted to say something else, but Zhang Mo next to him pulled his sleeve out. Zhang Mo shook his head imperceptibly, signaling him to stop talking.
He understood Zhang Mo's intention, shut up, and left with Zhang Mo, disappearing from the sight of the third elder.
After they left, the third elder looked towards the direction of the mourning hall and muttered to himself.
"Am I exaggerating? Is the Saint's final resting place the Zhang Family's ancient building?"
His words, every word was heard by Zhang Sui'an, but he did not make any reaction, and adhered to the principle of silence is golden to the end.
The night was falling, dark clouds were rolling in the sky, thunder was roaring, and I didn't know when it started, but a drizzle began to fall outside.
In the darkness, there was no trace of moonlight, the wind was blowing recklessly, the raindrops were getting bigger and bigger, forming a bead curtain in the sky full of clouds.
The mourning hall was brightly lit and silent. People were either standing or sitting, and the only things that kept them company were each other and the sound of rain outside.
The air around them was filled with a thick sense of oppression, a feeling that made almost everyone feel suffocated.
"Tian Zhen, what should we do? As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, the elders of the Zhang family will send Han Yan to the Zhang family's ancient building.
As long as Hanyan is sent to the Zhang family's ancient building, we will not be able to go to see her during festivals."
The fat man stared at the coffin, his face full of sorrow and grief. He didn't want Zhang Hanyan's body to be sent to the Zhang family's ancient building, but he couldn't beat those people in the Zhang family.
Wu Xie and Jie Yuchen looked up at Zhang Qiling together. There was a desolate look in his eyes and a deathly silence emanated from his body, as if his soul had been sucked away.
"Young man, can you please say something? I think that among all of us, you are the only one who has the right to decide where Han Yan will end up."
Zhang Qiling slowly raised his head and looked at Wu Xie woodenly. After a long time, he opened his dry and pale lips.
"I do not know."
He said that the Zhang family has a long lifespan, and he never thought that Zhang Hanyan would leave the world so early.
He had never thought about their final destination, nor did he know where their final destination would be other than the Zhang family's ancient building.
"You don't know that the Golden Water Coffin in Leicheng didn't cure my sister's body at all. Aren't you with my sister day and night? How could you not know!"
Xie Yuchen strode up to Zhang Qiling in anger, and just as he was about to punch him, Huo Xiuxiu stopped him.
Zhang Hanyan looked at the blocked fist and breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that Zhang Qiling's martial arts was better than Xie Yuchen's, but now he would definitely not fight back or dodge Xie Yuchen's fist.
"Xiuxiu?"
He looked at Huo Xiuxiu who was standing in front of Zhang Qiling with a look of confusion and bewilderment. He didn't understand why Huo Xiuxiu would help Zhang Qiling.
"Brother Xiaohua, Sister Hanyan cares about him the most. If you hit him in front of Sister Hanyan now, Sister Hanyan will definitely be very sad."
Huo Xiuxiu's determined look made Xie Yuchen feel a little frustrated. He looked at Zhang Hanyan who was lying quietly in the coffin, concealed the tears in his eyes, snorted coldly, and turned away.