Wen Xiao’ai crawled off Jun Moyan, "I want to go too."
"You’d better not go, just wait for at ho."
"No, I want to go with you. I want to see what a tragic state he died in. If it isn’t tragic enough, I’ll make it worse myself."
"Do you really want to go? Aren’t you afraid of having nightmares at night?" After being so frightened yesterday, she now wanted to see him?
"Yes, I’m going." Wen Xiao’ai nodded with certainty: "He’s dead, what more is there to fear?"
"Alright then."
Jun Moyan got out of bed, helped Wen Xiao’ai to wash up, and despite being rushed, he still took her to have breakfast before they set out.
However, when Wen Xiao’ai saw the collected mass of indistinguishable flesh and gore, she imdiately vomited up her barely digested breakfast.
Shangguan Yu’s stomach had been empty for a while, and though he kept wanting to vomit without anything to bring up, he retched several tis, feeling utterly miserable.
At the sound of Wen Xiao’ai’s vomiting, Shangguan Yu felt the urge again, and imdiately joined in.
A few soldiers maintaining order at the scene couldn’t help themselves either, and they started vomiting as well.
Suddenly, the sound of vomiting was rising and falling everywhere.
The already contaminated air beca even worse, the sll was truly awful.
Shangguan Yu cursed Jun Wuyang to hell and back in his mind.
Fuck, even in death, he had to disgust them one last ti.
Jun Moyan kept patting Wen Xiao’ai’s back and had Qing Yi fetch a few bottles of mineral water.
Once Wen Xiao’ai had vomited enough, he had her rinse her mouth.
"Feeling any better?" Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who was teary-eyed from vomiting so much, and truly regretted bringing her along.
"Why don’t you wait for in Shangguan’s office?"
"No, I want to stay with you." Wen Xiao’ai wiped the corner of her mouth.
She was about to wipe away her tears as well, but Jun Moyan reached out first and did it for her.
"You’ll just vomit again."
"I won’t look, I won’t even breathe it in." Wen Xiao’ai closed her eyes, pinched her nose, and held onto Jun Moyan’s clothes with one hand.
Jun Moyan smiled, reached out, and took her hand that was clinging to his clothes.
He turned around to look at Jun Qing, who was sitting on the ground without an image to uphold, staring blankly, looking as if he’d lost his mind.
There was not a ripple in his eyes, as if he were looking at a completely unrelated stranger.
anwhile, when Lady Jun saw Jun Wuyang’s leftover remains, she fainted at once and had been taken to a nearby resting room.
Only the two of them from the Jun family had co.
Because when Grandmother Jun had heard the news, she had fainted right away.
Jun Moyan found it strange that for such a huge matter, his grandfather hadn’t co along.
What Jun Moyan didn’t know was that the old master had been hospitalized two days ago due to being so angered by Jun Wuyang, with Jun Wuchen taking care of him. The doctors hadn’t let him out of bed yet.
Upon hearing about what Jun Wuyang did to Wen Xiao’ai this morning, he barely had ti to catch his breath before passing out again because of the news of Jun Wuyang’s death. He still was on an IV drip and hadn’t co to.
The forensic doctor who had finished collecting all of Jun Wuyang’s remains ca over.
"How did it go? How exactly did this person die?" Shangguan Yu, who had just finished rinsing his mouth, wiped it and asked the forensic doctor.
The forensic doctor shook his head, also looking puzzled and confused.
"I’ve been a dical examiner for so many years, I’ve seen all sorts of deaths, but sothing like today’s, it’s truly the first ti. Even if it were explosives, they wouldn’t blast soone into pieces this finely. If we hadn’t taken his blood to the hospital for a DNA comparison, even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him, truly a sight I’ve never seen before."
"When did he die?" Jun Moyan asked.
"Around three o’clock in the morning," the forensic doctor replied.
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