My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

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1191 Must Take Revenge

Mr. Ji was furious and afraid. He couldn’t help but raise his hand and slap his son’s back.

But in the end, he still felt sorry for his son and didn’t use much strength.

Hearing his parents mention his sister, Ji Zilin cried even more sadly. That kind of sorrowful and desperate crying made everyone’s hearts heavy.

Lu Zijia and her man stood aside silently, not disturbing the family of three who were hugging their heads and crying.

After a long time, Ji Zilin gradually calmed down.

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“Dad, Mom.”

Ji Zilin looked at his parents with red eyes. He couldn’t bear to tell them the truth that his sister was dead.

However, he knew that if he didn’t say anything, his parents would never give up looking for his sister.

Most importantly, his sister was already dead. He didn’t want her to die for no reason, nor did he want her to die without a grave.

So, he gritted his teeth and said it heartlessly.

“Dad, Mom, Sister… She’s already dead. Sister is already dead. It’s all my fault. It’s all my fault for not coming home with her. It’s all my fault. I killed Sister. Dad, Mom, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

As he spoke, Ji Zilin went from sitting on the ground to kneeling on the ground. He lowered his head and apologized to his parents with pain in his eyes, pushing all the responsibility to himself.

“W-What? Your sister is dead?!”

Madam Ji’s pupils suddenly constricted and her already pale face became even paler at this moment. “No, that’s impossible. Your sister is just missing. How can she possibly be dead? Impossible, impossible!”

Madam Ji obviously couldn’t accept the fact that her daughter, whom she had doted on for more than twenty years, had died.

Even though Mr. Ji didn’t lose his composure like Mrs. Ji, his trembling hands exposed his inner thoughts and he wasn’t calm either.

“Son, how did you know your sister…”

Mr. Ji really couldn’t say the rest, but he had already made Ji Zilin understand.

“Master deduced it.”

Ji Zilin slowly raised her head and her unfocused gaze landed on Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan.

“I saw these two masters expose a fraud with my own eyes before. They shouldn’t be wrong.”

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In fact, Ji Zilin hoped that Lu Zijia had calculated wrongly. This way, he could lie to himself that his sister was still alive.

As Ji Zilin spoke, Mr. and Mrs. Ji also looked at Lu Zijia and the others.

Seeing the young faces of Lu Zijia and Mu Tianyan, Mr. and Mrs. Ji’s first reaction was suspicion.

In this world, whether it was ordinary people or martial artists, such masters seemed to be ignorant and incompetent. This was especially so for the profession of Taoist Masters. It always gave people the illusion that the older one was, the higher their cultivation level would be.

Lu Zijia saw that the two of them didn’t trust her. She only nodded at the two of them politely and had no intention of explaining.

She wasn’t very short of gold coins right now, so there was no reason for her to make this deal.

“Dad, Mom, I don’t want to believe it either. My sister has already… But I don’t want my sister to die for no reason. Whether my sister is still alive or not, I want to find her. Dad, Mom, Qianqian is my only sister. I won’t let this go just like that. I must avenge her!”

Ji Zilin clenched his fists tightly by his side. The hatred in his eyes almost drowned his rationality.

His sister was also a martial artist, so he didn’t believe that her death was an accident.

However, he didn’t understand why someone wanted to kill his sister. His sister was so kind and cute. Why, why did it have to be his sister?

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