Chapter 981 - Taking Over Luoyang City (1/2)

Having normal life functions was not the only thing that determined whether someone was still alive. If someone continued to live in the memories of others, their will would never actually be dead.

When Ren Xiaosu realized he could not summon Jiang Xu back with the help of the Martyr's Palace, he knew this matter was beyond him.

However, he did not find it regrettable. Perhaps Jiang Xu was also unwilling to continue ”living” on as a martyred spirit.

Because at that time, Jiang Xu would just become Ren Xiaosu's vassal. How could an untainted person like Jiang Xu possibly accept such an outcome?

At some point after Ren Xiaosu said those words, Luo Lan even felt that the golden silhouette of Jiang Xu's spirit would gradually appear.

Fortunately, nothing happened. Therefore, Luo Lan was still unaware Ren Xiaosu had copied his power of the Martyr's Palace.

Ren Xiaosu sighed and looked at Yang Xiaojin. ”Does your shoulder hurt?”

”Yes.” Yang Xiaojin said, ”But I can still bear it and fight.”

”Alright, let's make a trip to Hope Media first,” Ren Xiaosu said. He looked at Luo Lan. ”How about y'all? Are you gonna remain in Luoyang City or you gonna leave?”

”Of course we'll stay. Someone has to be held accountable for Mr. Jiang Xu's death no matter what.” Luo Lan narrowed his eyes and said, ”Leave the hitman in your hands for us. I'll take charge of interrogating him.”

”There's no need for that.” Ren Xiaosu picked up the hitman by the neck and broke it easily at the spot where Jiang Xu had died. ”There's a type of bug wrapped around their hearts that makes them unable to be interrogated. I brought him here so he could be offered as a tribute.”

Zhou Qi looked at Ren Xiaosu's calm face and felt a chill run down his spine.

Other people used pig heads, apples, and stuff like that as offerings to commemorate their deceased family and friends, but Ren Xiaosu used human lives.

Suddenly, a window on the fifth floor of a residential building across from the intersection was opened. A child shouted loudly, ”Guardian, please avenge Mr. Jiang Xu!”

Ren Xiaosu was stunned when he saw the child who looked like he was only eight or nine years old. His eyes were red and his expression sincere.

The adults in that household hurriedly covered the child's mouth and pulled him into the house. They were afraid the child would provoke someone he shouldn't.

The things happening in Luoyang City were no longer something ordinary folks could involve themselves in.

In their panic, the adults wanted to apologize to Ren Xiaosu. Although they did not know what they were apologizing for, they were really afraid their child might have somehow offended Ren Xiaosu.

However, Ren Xiaosu replied, ”You're so young. Do you know who Jiang Xu is?”

The child broke free from his parents' grips and leaned against the window sill and shouted, ”I know Grandpa Jiang Xu used to be an investigative journalist, but he's now the chief editor of Hope Media. While eating, the adults always say Grandpa Jiang Xu is the only one who dares to speak the truth now.”

Ren Xiaosu laughed. ”Do you admire him?”

”Yes, I wanna be an investigative journalist when I grow up too!” the child declared loudly.

Ren Xiaosu nodded and said, ”Remember your dream. If you still want to be an investigative journalist when you grow up but are worried that someone will threaten your well-being, you can come to the Northwest to look for me. My name is Ren Xiaosu.”

After that, Ren Xiaosu led Yang Xiaojin and the others towards Hope Media.

The streets were still empty, with only drooping flowers drenched by the rain and corpses that were flowing with blood remaining.

However, Ren Xiaosu suddenly felt a little better.

'Did you see that? Since you died, none of those who claimed to hate murderers dared to step forward to avenge you when the hitmen attacked.

'This is what the real world we live in is like.

'But none of that is important. What's important is that a little of that glow around you has remained behind with us.

'It's just like inheritance and reincarnation. Only time will provide us with an answer.'

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Hope Media's building was already dilapidated in the first place, so it looked even more desolate in the rain.

When Ren Xiaosu walked in, the reporters and editors in the building got up and looked over silently.