All I can say is, the old man's illness is like this, dragged on over a long period, and then suddenly accelerating unexpectedly.

The doctor has already shaken his head; at this point, the hospital has no means left.

Chen Jing accepted reality, sitting by his grandfather's bedside, waiting for his grandfather's final closing of eyes.

Grandmother neither cried nor fussed, leaning sideways nearby, accompanying her husband on his final journey.

Tan Wenbin stuck a few more Sealing Talismans on his wheelchair to block the chill emanating from him, then let Yin Meng push him to the door of the ward, quietly accompanying.

Though their time together was brief, it was evident that this elderly couple and the family were very good people.

Yesterday, while grandfather could still speak, he specially met his grandson's new friend and encouraged Tan Wenbin to bravely fight against the illness, as he was still young and had a long life ahead.

The pickles grandmother made were delicious; she gave many to Tan Wenbin, and yesterday she even borrowed the stove from the family compound to cook mudfish, instructing Chen Jing to send a bowl to Tan Wenbin, saying he should nourish himself.

Based on experiences, Tan Wenbin belonged to the old Jianghu early on, yet he was still touched by the elderly couple's simplicity and purity.

Actually, from another perspective, Chen Jing with his half Demon Bloodline should have been vicious, not the gentle and quiet personality he had now.

So, having lived with the elderly since childhood, he cultivated warmth within.

Tan Wenbin suspected that this was also one of the reasons Shen Huaiyang later found an excuse to take Chen Jing away from the elderly into the temple.

In his view, Chen Jing was being spoiled by the elderly.

Yet Shen Huaiyang hoped to deepen the bonds of family and apprenticeship within Chen Jing without forceful means, and certainly not in front of the child.

Grandfather had passed the stage of final radiance, the aura of death growing denser, his face serene, sometimes looking at his grandson, sometimes at his wife, waiting for the last closing of eyes.

Though his life wasn't perfect, there were many regrets, he was content, departing with a sweet feeling inside.

But at this moment, as he was dying, special images started appearing in his mind.

These images felt strange and unfamiliar, yet gave him a certainty that they truly happened.

He saw himself lying in bed, unable to wake no matter how he struggled, eyes unable to open, while hearing his daughter's screams and curses from the bed next door, as if she was being humiliated.

He saw his daughter's belly grow larger, questioning her who the father was, but she was oblivious, angry enough to report to the police, only to find a Taoist standing at the door.

He saw the daughter giving birth while he and his wife were tied up nearby, watching the Taoist exchange blood as she gave birth in despair, finally dying.

But the problem was, in his original memory, things didn't happen like this.

His daughter and the Taoist were in love; initially, they disapproved, but couldn't resist her persuasion. Plus, the Taoist practiced medicine and saved lives in the village, had a good reputation, thinking though marrying a Taoist wouldn't be easy, he was a decent man, so they agreed.

When the daughter's belly grew, the Taoist often sent money and food, promising once his master passed away, to take her and the child to live in seclusion at the temple.

On the night when his daughter died during childbirth, the Taoist cried his heart out in grief, yet they comforted him, saying it's fate, the dead cannot come back, just take care of the child.

Such a person, he and his wife treated well, as a true son, always waiting him at night while the child slept, fearing he'd go hungry, cooking for him!

Even when he proposed to take the child back to the temple, they felt comforted, thinking the child missed his father, now he could finally be with him.

This beast, this beast, this beast!

On the bed, grandfather's body started convulsing, struggling madly. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The condition left him unable to speak, but his eyes were filled with anger!

"Old man, what's wrong, old man?"

"Grandpa, what's wrong, grandpa..." Chen Jing turned to look at Tan Wenbin, "Brother Bin, do you know what's wrong with my grandpa?"

Tan Wenbin remained silent, he knew, but felt the truth was too cruel for the child.

No one can accept that their happiness is a consequence of modified memories around them.

"Do you want to know?"

Li Zhiyuan walked into the ward.

These past days, Li Zhiyuan hadn't interacted with Chen Jing there, as he really didn't like the boy, especially when he smiled.

Li Zhiyuan looked at Tan Wenbin, "You don't need to hesitate, you can give him the choice."

Tan Wenbin nodded, "Okay."

Everyone has the right to see the truth, and doing so avoids carrying the so-called moral burden.

Li Zhiyuan walked to grandmother, took out the Heart Clearing Charm, and placed it on her forehead, she immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Then, Li Zhiyuan approached Chen Jing, his right index finger pressed on Chen Jing's forehead, the other hand on grandfather's forehead:

"Close your eyes now, I'll let you see what your grandfather is seeing."

Chen Jing closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened them, tears streaming down.

Li Zhiyuan tapped his knuckles on the old man's forehead, calming his mind, his long life reached its end, medicine and stones were useless.

Eventually, the old man stopped struggling, looking at Chen Jing crying beside him.

Many memories in his mind were false, yet the interactions with his grandson were true, regardless, he was his grandson, mischievous and irritable in childhood, but thoughtful and caring as he grew.

Grandfather closed his eyes, his departure not peaceful, but at least ending the struggle and suffering at the end.

Li Zhiyuan: "Your grandfather is gone."

Chen Jing took a deep breath, staggered forward, pulling up the white sheet to cover grandfather's face.

The boy used all his strength, fiercely wiping away his tears, word by word:

"I will... kill him!"