Chapter 444

Beiming Xuanwu shook his head: "I don't care about this matter. What do you want to say? Just say it straight."

"Yamamoto Zhangshan is dead." Kuchiki Senya shook his head: "Before I came to the East, Yamamoto Zhangshan was already dead."

Beiming Xuanwu listened, and not the slightest hint of surprise crossed his face: "Mm, this is an expected result. I knew that when he went back to his country this time, he definitely wasn't planning to leave alive."

Kuchiki Senya's eyebrows twitched sharply at these words, his tone utterly chilling: "These bastards — they won't even leave us the slightest buffer?"

"You don't need to be angry. Yamamoto Zhangshan being dead might actually be a good thing for us." Beiming Xuanwu said, closing his eyes, his breathing slow and long, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Is this your meaning, or my aunt's?" Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes, a cold glint in his gaze, and said: "What about Yamamoto Nian?"

"Little Nian is very safe." Beiming Xuanwu said with his eyes closed: "After I took the thing from Yamamoto Nian back then, I sent him to Huaxia. Over these years, Huaxia has taken very good care of him. He's already finished his final year of high school now, and is preparing to take the entrance exam for a certain Huaxia university next year."

"That's good then." Kuchiki Senya's gaze shifted unpredictably, appearing exceedingly profound.

"You don't need to worry about me either. Rest well for a while." Beiming Xuanwu's tone softened a fraction.

"Old man, if you die this time, what should I do? Who else can I rely on?" Kuchiki Senya's voice carried infinite melancholy.

"You're a clever child. I think you should understand my intentions." Beiming Xuanwu said.

Hearing these words, Kuchiki Senya's lowered hands suddenly clenched tight.

"I understand." He said through gritted teeth: "I also know exactly what burden I carry on my shoulders, and I don't want to let you down."

"That is enough." Beiming Xuanwu said lightly.

After that, he coughed twice more.

"I'll head back first. The journey here was tiring."

Kuchiki Senya helped Beiming Xuanwu put on his outer robe: "Alright."

After he finished speaking, he walked out. As he closed the door, he specifically reminded Beiming Xuanwu: "Old man, remember to take your medicine."

"Got it." Beiming Xuanwu responded, but didn't turn to look at him, continuing to sit facing the ceiling...

The door was closed, and the light in Beiming Xuanwu's eyes gradually dimmed.

"I know that coming back this time, I would definitely encounter danger." He said to himself: "This was inevitable. I had anticipated it in the past as well, and every time I could turn misfortune into blessing. But this time... I really can't imagine what ending Yamamoto Bengongzi will meet."

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

"I've endured for so many years already — what's the harm in enduring a little more?" Beiming Xuanwu said.

As he spoke, he began to cough violently again!

…………

This old man, renowned throughout the Jianghu World and commanding the winds and clouds, was indeed in a terrible state at this moment — a knife was plunged into his chest.

The knife's hilt was gripped in Kuchiki Senya's right hand.

At this moment, Kuchiki Senya was kneeling on one knee on the ground, his eyes slightly red: "I'm sorry, Uncle Beiming. Please forgive me."

Beiming Xuanwu gasped for breath, and with great difficulty said: "Don't say such things. I know you did it to save me."

What he said was true.