Max Level Metaphysician: A Debt Repayment Journey…?
Chapter 741: Trouble at the Jiang Family

Chapter 741: Chapter 741: Trouble at the Jiang Family

Song Taishan could understand Lun Fangfei’s fear and Fan Ran’s hatred.

This was truly the most heartbreaking case he had ever seen.

Jiangli sat beside them all the while, silent.

Fan Ran laughed bitterly and wiped the corner of his eye, muttering to himself, "Maybe it was my fault in the beginning, I let her down; but what’s right and wrong, it’s all so muddled now... can’t be clearly explained or calculated."

It was after Lun Fangfei admitted she was too scared to call the police.

That’s when Fan Ran lost it.

She couldn’t understand why, under those circumstances, Lun Fangfei wouldn’t call the cops.

Ai Tingting and others didn’t have anyone keep an eye on Lun Fangfei.

After all, it was their first time dealing with such a matter, and there were many oversights.

That day, if Lun Fangfei had called the police, the ending could have been completely rewritten.

But Lun Fangfei didn’t call the police.

Fan Ran still killed her.

Yet, when it comes to pinpointing where the blame lies, it’s indeed very hard to clarify.

...

While Jiangli was busy dealing with Fan Ran’s situation, someone else was equally occupied.

That was Master Sun.

Today was the day of the Jiang family patriarch’s funeral procession.

Master Sun closed his shop early in the morning, carrying wreaths and paper effigies, ready to deliver them to the Jiang family and attend the funeral procession of the Jiang family patriarch.

Before he left, Master Sun remembered the strange things Jiangli said when he came to purchase the Golden Thread Sandalwood, so he turned and made a trip to Jiaoyang Temple.

He had planned to inform Jiangli.

But when he arrived at Jiaoyang Temple, Master Sun was told by Fu’er that Jiangli had left early in the morning.

There was nothing Master Sun could do but proceed to the Jiang family on his own.

The Jiang family were considered prominent in F City, and the funeral of the patriarch was extremely grand.

Many from the business community attended.

A fleet of luxury cars was lined up at the gate, row upon row.

Master Sun and a few other funeral service providers for the Jiang family arrived and felt somewhat at a loss.

They stood on the periphery, unsure how long they had waited before they finally saw the patriarch’s son, Jiang Yongnian.

Seeing Jiang Yongnian this time, Master Sun noticed he looked even more emaciated than before.

Jiang Yongnian was already terribly thin; last time Master Sun saw him, he thought the man could be carried off by a gust of wind at any moment.

This time it was worse.

Today, Jiang Yongnian wore a black suit, and it was either that he was too thin or the suit didn’t fit right; it hung on him as if it was draped over a stick, swaying emptily around his frame.

He couldn’t fill out the suit at all.

The suit also couldn’t hide Jiang Yongnian’s frailty.

On his face, which lacked more than two ounces of flesh, his cheeks were deeply sunken, completely pallid, with dark under-eye circles— the only color other than white on his face.

His eyes were lifeless, the gaze consistently dim and fleeting; even when speaking to someone, his eyes seemed unfocused.

It was too strange.

Even though Master Sun was not one of the Xuanmen, he found it odd just by looking at him.

Jiang Yongnian was busy with things to do and only briefly greeted Master Sun and the others before he left.

Watching his retreating figure, Master Sun couldn’t help but whisper to Old Zhao, the owner of the shop providing mourning outfits for the Jiang family, "Old Zhao, don’t you think there’s something off about President Jiang?"

Owner Zhao curled his lip: "He’s too skinny, emaciated, looks like he’s seriously ill."

Master Sun slapped his thigh, "Exactly, that’s the feeling! He was fine when I saw him a few days ago, not this thin. It’s only been a few days, and he turned into this."

Owner Zhao said, "He was fine when I saw him last time too. Who knows what happened. Maybe he was too close to his dad. His dad’s passing might have made him upset, and that changed him."

Master Sun frowned, that... sounded plausible.

But he still felt something was amiss.

How could someone become emaciated and appear gravely ill in just a few days?

He couldn’t help but feel affected by what Jiangli had said, suspecting that something was not right.