Chapter 118: People Leave and the Tea Goes Cold, What Is the Meaning of It All?

Zhuge Ni dared not place her hopes on the people from the Investigation Bureau any longer.

But when Zhuge Ni turned her gaze toward the others—those who, while her father was still alive, would call him "Mr. Zhuge" at every turn, flattering him and practically begging to kneel and kowtow to Zhuge Qianxing—they all avoided her eyes, and no one dared to meet her gaze.

The man in the ghost-face mask was clearly a vicious, cold-blooded killer, and his strength was extremely formidable; they were not about to gamble with their own lives!

Zhuge Ni was filled with grief and indignation.

"Uncle Wang, have you forgotten? Years ago, when your son went missing and was nearly eaten by a demonic creature, my father didn't take a single cent and used astrology to point out your son's location. Now that he has passed away and cannot even rest in peace, you just stand there watching—doesn't your conscience bother you?"

Zhuge Ni looked at a middle-aged man and questioned him.

The middle-aged man called Uncle Wang first showed a flash of shame on his face, but then it turned ferocious.

"So what? I begged Zhuge Qianxing to help back then, but what did he do? He just pointed me in a direction, didn't he? Wasn't it me who saved my son from the demonic creature's mouth? To save my son, I was severely injured and bedridden for half a month! If Zhuge Qianxing had been willing to intervene personally, why would I have had to suffer like that?"

Zhuge Ni’s face turned pale, and she looked at another tall, young woman.

"Sister Xie, do you think so too? When you participated in the Class Transfer Ceremony, you had two classes overlap and nearly exploded to death; my father personally intervened to set things right! That is how you survived. Are you going to stand by and watch too?"

Sister Xie’s expression became unnatural, and then she sneered.

"Did I beg him to save me? Maybe if he hadn't intervened, I would have become the first dual-class holder in history and gone down in the annals of time! Setting facts aside, maybe Zhuge Qianxing was just a male chauvinist who was afraid that we women would surpass men, so he interfered with me!"

Zhuge Ni bit her red lips hard, not even feeling it when she bit them until they bled.

She had never imagined that people in this world could be this shameless, or that they could twist black and white to such an extent!

Zhuge Ni questioned several more people who had received favors from Zhuge Qianxing, but without exception, not only were they unwilling to help, they even launched a barrage of verbal attacks against Zhuge Qianxing.

A great favor becomes a great grudge.

They used their own actions to vividly illustrate to Zhuge Ni what it means for people to leave and the tea to go cold.

Furthermore, these people had long since realized that the situation on the scene was wrong; the fact that the people from the Investigation Bureau hadn't appeared after so long clearly meant that a powerful figure behind the scenes was intervening.

Offending a living powerful figure for the sake of a dead Mr. Zhuge was clearly an extremely losing business deal.

Zhuge Ni smiled, a smile of utter desolation.

She had thought that after Zhuge Qianxing passed away, her life would certainly be difficult.

But she never imagined it would be difficult to this extent.

Blocking the hearse in the street, beating her into a state of severe injury, and wanting to force open the coffin for an autopsy—even though the ghost-face masked man and his group had reached such a state of madness, not a single person was willing to stand up.

These people had all received kindness from Zhuge Qianxing, but at this moment, they acted as if they were deaf and blind.

"Father, was everything you did really meaningful?"

Two lines of clear tears slid down Zhuge Ni’s cheeks. At this moment, she felt lost and bewildered by this world.

Just then, a hysterical roar rang out.

"You beasts, don't you dare go near Mr. Zhuge’s coffin!"

A white-haired old man resolutely charged toward the ghost-face masked man. His face was flushed with excitement, but in his hand, he held only an ordinary shovel.

The ghost-face masked man remained unmoved, lifting a foot to kick the old man away, who fell heavily to the side, his life or death unknown.

But the old man’s roar was like a bugle call for a charge, and a dense crowd of people surged toward this side.

Among these people were the elderly, women, youths, and half-grown teenagers, but not a single one was a Class Holder.

They were all just ordinary people, holding pots, bowls, and ladles as weapons; the sharpest weapons they had were merely kitchen knives and watermelon knives.

A warm, large hand landed on Zhuge Ni’s shoulder.

"Girl, don't cry. You are Mr. Zhuge’s daughter. Mr. Zhuge did so many good deeds for Qingcheng; we won't let you be wronged!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a farmer spat into his palms, grabbed a wood-chopping axe, and charged toward the ghost-face masked man.

"Mr. Zhuge is a benefactor to all of Qingcheng. Don't worry, we won't let him be denied peace after death!" An auntie dressed in simple clothes also rushed over, carrying a pressure cooker.

Zhuge Ni’s tears flowed uncontrollably, like a broken levee.

"No! Don't go, don't go! You will die, don't go!"

"Damn it, when have the men of our Great Xia ever been afraid of death? If good people end up like this, who will dare to be a good person in the future? Brothers, follow me!"

A repairman grabbed a wrench and joined the fight, with more people following behind him.

Those Class Holders who had received favors from Zhuge Qianxing chose to protect their own interests, yet these ordinary people, who had no power to truss a chicken, chose to stand up at this moment!

Countless figures flashed past Zhuge Ni. These people had no ability to resist the ghost-face masked man and his group, but at this moment, their footsteps did not falter in the slightest.

"I'm sorry... I'm too useless, I'm sorry..."

Zhuge Ni’s vision was already blurred by tears. At this moment, she suddenly hated herself; she hated her own weakness and hated that, as Zhuge Qianxing’s daughter, she could only watch as a bunch of ordinary people stood in front of her.

"Boss, what should we do? Should we kill them all?" another man wearing a smiling mask asked the ghost-face masked man excitedly.

Although there were many of them, they were basically all old, weak, sick, or disabled. If they were to go all out and slaughter them, it would only take an hour or two.

"Are you crazy? Large-scale slaughter of civilians? If you want to die, don't drag me into it!" The ghost-face masked man wanted to stab this guy directly. "Let Third Sister set up a barrier to block these people!"

"Eh, alright." The smiling man shrugged, then said to another person wearing a crying mask, "Third Sister, Boss wants you to set up a barrier to block these annoying people."

The crying-masked woman nodded, then raised her hand and whispered.

"Crystal Wall."

A faint white light emerged from the crying-masked woman’s fair palm, then rapidly expanded, forming a transparent wall that blocked the angry crowd outside.

Although this light wall was intangible, it was indestructible. The ordinary people who tried to rush through were bounced back one after another, falling to the ground, unable to cross this invisible barrier.

Yet they still did not give up, trying their best to break through the transparent wall before them.

Unfortunately, the strength of ordinary people was simply too insignificant in front of a Class Holder; even with their large numbers, they could not leave a single mark on the wall, let alone destroy it.

Seeing the ghost-face masked man standing before the ice coffin and raising his long blade, the crowd blocked by the barrier immediately boiled over, and tens of thousands of people began to greet the ghost-face man’s ancestors for eighteen generations using various profound and extensive national linguistic treasures.

It was a pity that the ghost-face man remained completely unmoved, and the long blade in his hand slashed fiercely toward Zhuge Qianxing’s ice coffin!

"Stop!"

Zhuge Ni’s eyes were wide with rage, but severely injured as she was, she had no power to stop the ghost-face man. Just as she fell into complete despair, a cold voice filled with insane killing intent suddenly exploded!

"Forbidden Spell—World-Ending Mad Thunder!"