Chapter 29 - I Would Take Revenge For The Su Family
Su Zimo and the other man arrived at Ping Yang Town one after another.
Su Zimo did not want to attract attention, therefore he told Song Qi to put away his flying sword and to walk with him to Su family’s residence.
The door to the mansion was tightly shut. Su Zimo had good hearing. From the intermittent sobbing sounds coming from the mansion, he could tell that it was Su Xiaoning.
Su Zimo frowned, striding forward, exerting strength in his arms and pushed the door open.
The crossbar behind the door broke into pieces.
“Who’s there?!”
A dozen black armored cavalrymen dashed to the front door right away. They were seeing red, looking ready to kill. They were stunned at the sight of Su Zimo.
His hair turned white overnight. Indeed, there was no grief so great as despair!
Su Zimo’s heart ached at the sight of his older brother. There were tears in his eyes.
The Su family had been ensnared in a blood feud for years and his brother had to seek justice for the family by himself!
For the past 16 years, this man protected his younger brother and sister from harm, for fear that they would suffer any slightest grievances or be hurt. He remained tight-lipped, worried that they would be embroiled in it.
This man bore the hatred and feud by himself for 16 years. He could not imagine the kind of life that he led over the years.
Had he ever be able to have a good night’s sleep in the past 16 years?
How painful and torturous it must be for this man to be living in hatred all the time for 16 years?
“Brother…”
Su Zimo’s lips quivered as he called for his brother.
There was never a moment where this word sounded so depressing as when Su Zimo spoke of it.
Su Hong turned his head slowly, resting his blank gaze on Su Zimo’s face for a long while before there was finally some sparkle in his eyes. He moved his stiff lips, forcing a smile on his lips, as he spoke softly, “Zimo… you are back.”
Su Zimo knelt down on the floor, holding Su Hong’s cold hands in his palms. He squeezed his lips tightly together, fighting back the tears in his eyes.
“Zimo, I won’t be able to make it.” Su Hong sighed softly.
Su Zimo lost control at his words. Tears trailed down his cheeks, wetting his sleeves.
This was the first time that Su Zimo cried in the past 18 years.
Su Hong tried to lift his arm to wipe the tears on Su Zimo’s face. But his arm was too weak and it fell back onto the bed in mid-way.
“Don’t shed tears, don’t shed tears. The men in the Su family only shed blood but not tears.”
Su Zimo lifted his sleeves to wipe his tears, nodding.
“Zimo, after I die, leave with Xiaoning and the Su family. Go to a place as far away as possible,” Su Hong said.
Su Zimo lowered his head, keeping silent. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his skin, blood oozing out of it.
Su Zimo raised his head after a long while, looking calm. “Brother, have a good rest. Don’t think too much.”
There was something else that Su Zimo kept to himself.
He would take revenge for the Su family!