Chapter 238

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu shook his head: "I am not concerned with this matter. What is it you want to say? Speak plainly."

"Yamamoto Chozan is dead." Kuchiki Senya shook his head: "Before I arrived in the East, Yamamoto Chozan was already dead."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu showed not a hint of surprise: "Mm, that is an expected result. I knew that when he returned to the country this time, he certainly did not intend to leave alive."

Hearing this, Kuchiki Senya’s brows twitched violently, his tone filled with chill: "These bastards, are they unwilling to leave even a shred of breathing room for us?"

"You need not be angry. Yamamoto Chozan’s death may, for us, be a good thing." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said. He closed his eyes, his breathing calm and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Is this your intent, or my aunt’s?" Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes, his gaze slightly cold, and said: "What about Yamamoto Nen?"

"Little Nen is very safe." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said with his eyes closed: "After I took the item from Yamamoto Nen back then, I sent him to China. Over these years, China has taken great care of him. Now he has finished his third year of high school and is preparing to take the entrance exam for a university in China next year."

"That is good." Kuchiki Senya’s gaze shifted, appearing extremely profound.

"You need not worry about me anymore. Rest well for a period of time." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu’s tone softened by a fraction.

"Master, if you die this time, what shall I do? Who else can I rely on?" Kuchiki Senya’s voice carried infinite melancholy.

"You are a clever child. I think you should understand my heart." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

Hearing these words, Kuchiki Senya’s lowered hands clenched tightly.

"I understand." He gritted his teeth and said: "I also know what I am shouldering, and I even more do not wish to let you down."

"That is enough." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said faintly.

Subsequently, he coughed twice more.

"I am heading back now. I am tired from the journey."

Kuchiki Senya helped Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu drape his coat over his shoulders: "Very well."

After he finished speaking, he walked out. When closing the door, he specifically reminded Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu: "Master, remember to drink your medicine."

"I know." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu replied, but he did not turn to look at him, instead continuing to sit facing the sky...

The door was closed, and Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu’s gaze gradually dimmed.

"I know that by returning this time, I will certainly encounter danger." He muttered to himself: "This is inevitable. I had anticipated it in the past, but every time I was able to turn bad luck into good. However, this time... I truly cannot imagine what kind of ending Yamamoto Kyoko will face."

This stubborn old man had actually guessed his own ending long ago, yet he refused to admit defeat.

"I have carried on for so many years, what harm is there in carrying on a little longer?" Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

As he spoke, he began to cough violently again!

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This old man, who had shaken the Huaxia Jianghu world and stirred up the winds and clouds, was in a truly dire state at this moment; a blade was plunged into his chest.

The hilt of the blade was gripped in Kuchiki Senya’s right hand.

At this moment, Kuchiki Senya knelt on one knee, his eyes slightly red: "I am sorry, Uncle Uncle Beiming, please forgive me."

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu gasped for air and said with difficulty: "There is no need to say such things. I know you are doing this to save me."

He spoke the truth.

"Uncle Uncle Beiming, rest assured. Since I decided to kill Yamamoto Chozan today, the pain you have endured shall be shared by me." Kuchiki Senya said: "I will absolutely not let Yamamoto Kyoko die."

"No." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said weakly: "I am already at the end of my rope. You need not feel guilty or uneasy because of this. This is of my own doing; I cannot blame others."

These words made Kuchiki Senya unable to hold back his tears.

At this moment, this top-tier boss of the dark world finally experienced what true sorrow was.

Behind this man’s back, it was written with vicissitudes and loneliness.

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu slowly raised his head, looking at the ceiling, as if reminiscing about the past.

"Your Master was also the person I respected most in my life. It is a pity that he passed away young; I did not even have the chance to see his remains."

Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu sighed softly.

"Rest assured, the day you reunite with her in the afterlife is not far off." Kuchiki Senya reached out to wipe away his tears: "I will avenge you."

"I will handle this matter myself." Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu said.

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

Kuchiki Senya covered his legs with the quilt, looked at Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu, and turned to leave.

After he left, Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu opened his eyes.

He looked at the calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall, his expression complex.

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Yamamoto Kyoko’s bedroom.

It was decorated in a simple and warm fashion.

"Sister Kyoko, I have brewed chicken soup for you. Drink it while it’s hot."

Little Nen walked over carrying a clay pot.

"Thank you, Little Nen." Yamamoto Kyoko smiled and took the bowl.

However, when Yamamoto Kyoko scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it to cool it, and fed it into her mouth, she suddenly frowned, a look of confusion appearing on her face.

"Sister Kyoko, what is wrong? Is the taste not to your liking?" Little Nen asked.

"No, it is delicious." Yamamoto Kyoko said.

This deliciousness even exceeded her cognitive scope.

She had never liked desserts, yet that bowl of chicken soup just now had given her a tremendous sense of amazement!

Although this feeling only lasted for about a second, it was already unforgettable to her!

"Little Nen, thank you." Yamamoto Kyoko looked at Little Nen, a thick warmth surging in her beautiful eyes: "If you have time, you can chat with me more, at any time."

She truly hoped that Little Nen would stay in China forever.

"Of course, no problem! Sister Kyoko, you must do your best!" Little Nen blinked her eyes and smiled: "I have always been supporting you from behind; you must succeed."

"Mm, thank you, Little Nen." Yamamoto Kyoko rubbed the little girl’s head, a light of determination flashing in the depths of her eyes.

At this moment, Yamamoto Kyoko regained her sharpness and capability.

She would guard this home, protect her loved ones, guard her beloved, and live and die together!

Yamamoto Chozan was already dead, so half of the remaining obstacles were gone!

"I believe that in this battle, victory will belong to Sister Kyoko." Little Nen said: "The brothers and sisters of the Yamamoto Group are all waiting for your triumphant return."

As she spoke, Little Nen playfully stuck out her tongue and said: "Besides, Little Nen also wants to marry Sister Kyoko."

Hearing this, a look of gratification appeared in Yamamoto Kyoko’s eyes.

Although the little girl was only a few years old, she was incredibly sensible and well-behaved.

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Uncle Beiming Beiming Xuanwu had been in a coma for four days.