The Navy Cemetery was filled with tombs. It was not as gloomy or terrifying as he had imagined. There was only light and justice.
On a small hill, a brand new cemetery had appeared here a few days ago.
At this moment, in front of the grave, a homeless man with a broken right arm and a mouth full of stubble was leaning against the tombstone and drinking mouthful after mouthful of wine.
The vagrant's eyes had already lost their focus, and his face was numb like a dead man. The only instinct left was to drink more wine.
He wanted to numb himself, because only then could he make up for his mistakes.
Unknowingly, her numb cheeks were already wet.
"Gulp…Gulp..." His face flushed red, and he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his throat. The wine spilled all over the ground.
Wow..." As if a floodgate had been opened, tears fell like rain. The burly man lay on the ground and kept wailing.
"Why…Why…" His head slammed heavily on the ground, his face covered in tears. His remaining left hand was also constantly knocking on the ground, and his heartbroken crying made people unable to help but comfort him.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault…I'm not a good instructor, and I'm not a good master either."
Burying his head into the ground, the burly man cried out heartbreakingly," Why are people like me still alive? Why don't you die? Why don't you die?"
His heart ached. The only sound in the cemetery was the man's desperate voice.
"Pa da…" Pa da…" A series of footsteps slowly stopped in front of the burly man. Looking at the heart-wrenching scream, he could not help but kneel heavily on the ground with the veins on his hands bulging.
His face was pale, and he could not help but tear up. Until now, Wushang still could not believe that his master had become like this. His original high spirits had disappeared.
His heart twitched, and the pain was unbearable. Looking at Zefa's empty right arm, Wushang couldn't hold it in anymore. He supported himself with both hands, and tears kept falling.
The pain was as if someone had dug out his heart and chiseled his bones. The despair and hatred made Wushang's mind go blank.
" I don't believe it's true. I don't believe it."
He raised his head and roared. Wushang was like a desperate ghost, but reality forced him to accept it.
Perhaps hearing Wushang's cry, the burly man who was originally lying on the ground raised his head. What entered his eyes was the figure that had long disappeared.
"Shang, how is this possible?"Zefa choked.
" Master, I'm back!" His eyes were bloodshot, and tears flowed down his face. His hair was disheveled, and because he had been hurrying along, Wushang was in a sorry state.
"Shang, did you know? Those children died in front of me, and I was powerless. It was all my fault. I don't know what use I have for living."
"What should I do, what should I do?"
At a loss, Zefa cried. The pain in his heart was tearing his heart apart.
"I shouldn't be alive anymore." Suddenly, Zefa's expression hardened. He raised his left hand, and it was pitch-black as he knocked on his own head.
Obviously, he wanted to kill himself.
"Bang…" Walking forward, Wushang's face was covered in tears as he tightly grabbed Zefa's left hand. Under Zefa's incredulous gaze, he revealed a smile."Master, it's really me. This isn't an illusion."”
As he spoke, his dim eyes began to light up. Zefa's eyes widened, and his only left hand nervously touched Wushang's face because he was afraid that this was a dream.
It was moist but warm. At that moment, Zefa's eyes lit up.
" Shang…It's really you…" Tears of joy welled up in his eyes as he hugged Wushang tightly in his arms. As if he was in a dream, Zefa started crying again.
"Yes, it's really me. It's me." They hugged Zefa tightly and cried.
Dozens of minutes later, in front of the grave, the master and disciple quieted down.
"Master, tell me who killed them and turned you into this. Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth, I will tear him into pieces.”With a face full of hatred, Wushang couldn't wait to take revenge.
"Edward. Weibull."
Zefa spat out the name with a face full of hatred.
"Edward?" Wushang's face was gloomy, and his heart sank. However, even so, he would not give up on revenge.
"With Edward. What's your relationship with Newgate?" His face was filled with killing intent as he spoke of Edward. Few people knew Newgate, but no one did not know his other name.
White Beard was the strongest of the four kings in the New World and was known as the strongest man on the sea.
"He claims to be the son of White Beard. His face is 50% to 60% similar, and the weapon he uses is also a childish knife.”
"50 - 60% similarity. I'm already certain. I don't care if he has anything to do with White Beard or not. At this moment, Wushang couldn't care less. Even if he was unreasonable and extreme, he definitely wouldn't let White Beard off.
The last thing that Wushang was most confused about was that even if Zefa's strength couldn't compete with White Beard's, it was impossible for him to be so powerless. Moreover, the other party was just a pirate with no reputation.
"At that time, my strength was only at the fourth level!" Heartbroken, Zefa regretted his actions.
"What the hell is going on!" Wushang's face darkened.
"I was poisoned." Clenching his fists tightly, Zefa's eyes turned red.
"Poisoned!" With a cold glint in his eyes, Wushang began to suspect. "Master, are you saying that someone poisoned the food on the warship?”
Zefa would be bringing the third batch of naval cadets with him even if he went out. This way, he could gain some experience at the same time. In other words, not only would there be Zefa's family on the warship, but there would also be thirty to forty cadets from the new era.
"Yes!" Zefa nodded and said," But they're all dead. Only the three of us are still alive.”
"Three?"
"Me, Ain, Binz, they're still unconscious.”
"They are?"
"My student." " It can't be them," Zefa said with certainty." If they didn't fight to the death, I might have died."”
" Oh, right, my arm." Zefa reached out to support his arm that was already half gone. He gritted his teeth and said," There was more than one murderer.”
"Master, are you saying that other than Edward? Weibull and the other guy."
"En, although I don't know who it was, I only felt a thread at that time, and then I lost all feeling in my right hand.”
"Threads!" Wushang's eyes widened. He was furious."I think he's done living."”
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