It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

Yun Li didn't speak, but this was clearly a silent acknowledgment.

Min Zhao looked at her with an expression that Yun Li couldn't understand, "Do you know that someone in Jiazigou could very well be your father?"

Yun Li let out a cold snort, and said in a voice devoid of any warmth, "So what if you know? Everyone who possesses the bloodline of Jiazigou must die, including myself."

Min Zhao was shocked and couldn't believe it.

A slow grin spread across her face. "In ancient times, emperors would execute nine generations of a person's family. I've been very kind; I'm only executing three generations of your blood relatives who are related to you executioners."

"I have good news for you: your wife, Sun Hongying, can live because she is not related to you by blood."

Upon hearing this, Min Zhao felt a sense of relief, but he quickly realized something was amiss.

So he asked, "Then why did you kill Zhou Lanlan?"

"Because her parents were convicted criminals."

Min Zhao stared at Yun Li, her emotions a jumble. She not only sought revenge, but also took the opportunity to eliminate some of the spies who had slipped through the net.

Is this justice?

Having said what needed to be said, now it's time for the brutal killings.

A hammer stained with blood was in her hands, and Min Zhao's pupils dilated in shock when she saw it.

Can something appear out of thin air?

At this moment, he was completely convinced that the person who killed everyone in Jiazigou Village, as well as Min Hui and his wife and his son, was the one standing in front of him.

There were no other accomplices at all.

"Are you still...a human being?"

He wasn't insulting her; he genuinely suspected she wasn't human anymore, otherwise how could she conjure things out of thin air?

Yun Li squatted down beside him, raised the hammer and struck him, causing Min Zhao to let out an extremely miserable scream.

"I am a great evil spirit who crawled out of hell."

These words caused Min Zhao to pause in his shout, then he laughed, gritting his teeth through the pain to say something normal, "I see!"

He believed it, he believed it completely.

Only evil spirits have such abilities.

A sense of fear crept into my heart. If there are ghosts, then there must be eighteen levels of hell.

Even if they die, their clan will probably not have a good life.

Min Zhao accepted death calmly, and then gritted his teeth and tried hard not to let out a shameful howl.

When he finally breathed his last, his teeth were already shattered into tiny pieces.

Yun Li walked through the dark alley, her figure looking exceptionally lonely.

"Waaah, Mommy, get her away, get her away! Jiaojiao doesn't want her in my house!"

A familiar voice came from a familiar house, and Yun Li stopped in his tracks.

When I released my mental energy, I saw the little girl who had offered her candy and cookies crying loudly, muttering something under her breath.

The little girl's mother quickly hugged her and comforted her, "Don't cry, Jiaojiao. Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, Mommy's here."

The woman's comforting words were of no use; the little girl cried even harder.

"Mom, get her out of here, get her out of here, don't let her stay in my house."

The woman gently patted her daughter's back, her face full of worry. She asked softly, "Baby, tell Mommy, who is she?"

The little girl's crying subsided a bit, and she even hiccuped. At that moment, she realized that she had been dreaming.

However, she still looked up at the woman and said very seriously, "It's Yuanyuan, Mom. You can't adopt her."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said in a very gentle tone, "Sweetie, your sister Yuanyuan has a mom and dad. Even if Mom wanted to adopt her, her parents wouldn't agree."

The little girl puffed out her cheeks, looking indignant. "Anyway, Mom won't let me adopt her."

The woman chuckled. "Alright, alright, Mom won't adopt her."

"But honey, haven't you always had a good relationship with your sister Yuanyuan? Why do you seem to be avoiding her now?"

The little girl looked downcast as she recalled the scene in her dream, and tears fell again.

Seeing this, the woman quickly comforted her, "Mommy's baby, don't cry, it's okay if you don't say anything."

"Mom, I dreamt that Yuanyuan's parents died, and then someone brought Yuanyuan to our house, saying it was some kind of will, asking you to raise Yuanyuan."

When the woman heard her daughter say that her best friend and her husband were gone, she wanted to scold her, but then she remembered her daughter's emotional outburst and held back.

"Um, so what happened next?"

The little girl snuggled into her mother's arms and rubbed against her. "Later, Yuanyuan moved into the house. Then, for some reason, everyone stopped liking Jiaojiao and only liked Yuanyuan, even my mother."

At this point, the sound of wailing broke out again.

The woman's heart clenched when she heard her daughter describe the dream. How could this be? Jiaojiao was her daughter. How could she not like her?

She cupped her daughter's face in her hands, wiping away her tears as she promised, "Mom promises you, Jiaojiao is Mom's most beloved child, and there will never be a day when I don't love Jiaojiao."

The promise worked well; the little girl stopped crying.

She had cried for so long before, and was a little tired. Before she knew it, she fell asleep holding her mother's arm.

The woman carefully laid her down, covered her with the blanket, and then turned off the light and lay down herself.

Yun Li withdrew his spiritual power and stood still for a long time.

After a while, she glanced at the courtyard, walked to a corner, and slipped into the space.

……

The next day, Min Zhao was found dead at home, and now it was the C City police's turn to be busy.

Yun Li didn't pay much attention. She quietly squatted in a corner, keeping her mental energy focused on the little girl and her mother.

The little girl wasn't feeling well; she only ate half of her breakfast meat bun.

"Jiaojiao, why aren't you eating?" The woman asked with concern, clearly thinking about her daughter's emotional distress from a nightmare last night.

"Mommy, Jiaojiao is full."

The woman looked at the remaining one and a half buns, her worry deepening. Her daughter usually loved meat buns, and two were often not enough.

"Jiaojiao, are you still worried about that dream you had last night?"

The little girl nodded after a few seconds of silence.

The woman stroked the top of her head. "Honey, it was just a dream, and dreams are always the opposite of reality."

The little girl didn't speak; what she didn't say was that she actually had another dream last night.

I dreamt that I grew up, and then I was harmed by someone.

This dream didn't feel like a dream; it felt like I had actually lived a whole life in it.

"Since you can't eat now, Mom will pack it up and take it to daycare so you can eat when you're hungry."

The woman glanced at her watch; it was almost time for work, and she feared she would be late if she didn't leave soon.

The little girl nodded, jumped off the stool, went into the room, and picked up her small handbag.

The mother and daughter got ready to go out, but as soon as they opened the door, they saw someone outside about to knock.

Upon seeing the door open, the person who entered said with a solemn expression, "Hello, Comrade Yu Huifang. I am Wang Weimin, a colleague of Comrades Qin Fei and Zheng Hua. I was entrusted by them to bring Zheng Yuan to you."