Hearing Song Zhiyuan question him, Jiang Fula was well-prepared and respectfully answered, "I've investigated, it's a common folk in Qingping, usually setting up stalls in various towns to tell fortunes, known as the Iron Half-Immortal. He only came to the capital because of disasters back home, but..."
"Who is in his family?"
Jiang Fula shook his head, "This Iron Half-Immortal has no children, he is alone."
"That's impossible. If he's being driven by someone, there must be benefits for him to spread rumors at the cost of his life; otherwise, could it be he's truly 'pleading for the people,' falsely accusing my Song Family?" Song Zhiyuan mocked coldly.
Jiang Fula was silent for a moment. Indeed, the Iron Half-Immortal didn't hesitate at all to commit suicide, demonstrating a resolve to die. But in these times, are there truly such heroic people, willing to use their own life to spread a rumor that an old lady is a monster just to protest injustice?
