Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

What?! Ji Jing was horrified, but when she turned back, she saw herself peacefully lying in a coffin.

This… this… Ji Jing suddenly remembered Xue Zhong’s experience and realized that she was in a spiritual state, and the one lying there was her…

Ji Jing was reluctant to admit it. She had actually died?!

How was that possible? Mingze should have been the one standing in front of her at the time! Although Ji Jing hadn’t seen Mingze’s true form clearly, she would never mistake his pair of dragon horns. Mingze had returned, so how could she…

Ji Jing suddenly bit her lip hard. No, she had relied too much on Mingze.

She had a plan – to use the remaining talismans on her sword, maintaining the shattered blade with her spiritual energy to endure the first round of the thunder. But when she saw Mingze, she immediately relaxed, abandoning her previous plan.

Perhaps, it was because the thunder was too powerful this time, and Mingze was injured while dealing with Wu Lin, so he couldn’t stop it… She hadn’t thought it through, and she was careless. She hadn’t been able to save herself, and Mingze would definitely feel guilty, but it was all her own doing.

Ji Jing sighed, disappointed in herself. She peered out of the coffin, but was surprised by what she saw. The funeral parlor was filled with mourners.

What… was going on?

“My daughter, wu wu wu, my daughter!” The source of the loudest cries was Ji Ming.

Ji Jing had never seen him in such a sorry state. His hair had turned half white, he had grown a scruffy beard, and he cried so hard that tears flowed down his cheeks, even falling to his knees.

Ji Jing hurriedly tried to get out of the coffin to help him up, but she watched in shock as her hand passed through Ji Ming’s body – yes, she was already a spirit.

Ji Jing looked at her hands in confusion, involuntarily grabbing at the air. She indeed had no sense of touch.

Though Ji Jing hadn’t managed to catch Ji Ming, a woman next to him held him up – it was Yun Yue. A refined lady who never went without makeup was now makeup-free, her face looking worn.

How could this be… Ji Jing looked around and saw the presiding person at the funeral was the sect master.

He seemed calmer than others, but Ji Jing could still see the deep sorrow in his bloodshot eyes.

In the corner, Ji Jing saw more familiar figures – Pan Bao, Bai Li, Jiang Tao…

the supernatural beings, who usually enjoyed wearing colorful and flashy clothes, were all dressed uniformly in black, their spirits low. Even Jiang Tao, who used to have a round and plump face, had become thin and haggard.

They all seemed to be grieving her departure.

But when she decided to intercept the thunder, she didn’t think about… If she had known, she would have postponed it for a while. Regret welled up in Ji Jing’s heart.

If only she hadn’t taken such a risk. There were safer and more secure methods available, and she could have hidden for a while, considered alternative solutions, instead of risking her life so carelessly. Suddenly, Ji Jing saw a familiar figure in front of her.

Mingze!

Ji Jing rushed over, but she witnessed a heated argument between Mingze and Liang Xiao.

“Are you out of your mind?” Liang Xiao stood in front of Mingze. “You want to go to the underworld and bring her back? Do you know that this is defying fate, going against the heavens? Even if you are Bai Ze, you will absolutely, absolutely lose your life! ”

“Hmm.” Mingze’s expression was a new low, filled with guilt. “It’s because I couldn’t protect her… I need to bring her back.”

What?! No, that’s not it! Ji Jing was anxious and tried to explain, but Mingze couldn’t hear a word.

“I’m going too.” Jiang Tao’s innocent voice came through.

“I’ll set up the formation,” the sect master unexpectedly joined this side.

No, this couldn’t happen! Ji Jing was in complete panic. Defying fate like this was absolutely unacceptable to the natural order!

By then, Heaven’s punishment would be much more severe than just a bolt of lightning!