Chapter 135
"I will go to court tomorrow and report this matter to the Holy One! I must restore Brother Qiao's innocence!"
Chapter 158 A centenarian man visits a young woman at night
The sky is dark and the night is as cold as water.
There were no traces of pedestrians in the streets and alleys, the lights in every house and courtyard were gradually extinguished, and everything was completely silent.
"The weather is dry and everything is dry, be careful with the candles." The watchman beat the gong and patrolled the streets, but he didn't notice a dark shadow flashing past.
There was a cool breeze, and the plump young woman closed the firewood door. She felt an inexplicable chill and subconsciously wrapped her clothes tightly around her.
The moment she turned back, she suddenly felt a chill on her scalp, as if there was a pair of indifferent eyes watching her from the crack in the door in the dark night.
The young woman felt nervous, went to the table and took out a pair of scissors. She walked cautiously to the door again, leaned through the crack in the door and looked out.
There was no one outside the door.
But while he was staring intently, the window clanged open as the cold wind blew open, which frightened her and made her feel cold.
"It's so good, why did the window open..."
She shivered, walked slowly to the window, stood on tiptoes and looked out, her heart pounding, but this time she still found nothing.
But when she stretched out her hands to close the window, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the room, tickling the back of her snow-white neck, making her feel chilly and covered in goosebumps.
"The doors and windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?"
It was okay just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel that it didn't feel like a passing incident at all, but like someone was lying behind her and blowing gently on the back of her neck.
This thought suddenly flashed through the young woman's mind, and she turned back in horror.
There was no one in the room, except for the flickering candlelight beside the bed, which was dim and yellow.
At this time, the surroundings seemed to have become extraordinarily quiet. The sound of the watchman beating the gong outside gradually became distant and eventually became inaudible. The whole world seemed to be quiet.
The young woman's breathing became slightly heavy. She subconsciously walked to the bed with gentle steps. Only when she was close to the weak candlelight could she feel at ease for a moment.
"Did you get some bad luck at the market today?" She closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and murmured a prayer:
"Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and I didn't kill him. If I want to find him, I have to look for those immortals..."
It's okay if you don't close your eyes.
As soon as I closed my eyes, the scenes during the day appeared vividly in my mind.
From the old man who was slandered by her and drew a sword across his neck in anger, to the two rainbow lights rising into the sky, to the distress and raging whirlwind that filled the market entrance, to the corpses on the ground and the final scene, that Standing in front of her, the old man's body was frozen into an ice sculpture and shattered into pieces inch by inch.
"If everyone in this world was like that old man, repaying kindness with kindness, and could still be used to block the knife in the end, I wouldn't have to worry about revenge..."
For an ordinary person, what happened during the day was so exciting that she could not forget it and her chest kept rising and falling.
But right now.
There was a gentle whirring sound.
It sounded like wind or breathing.
Although the young woman closed her eyes tightly, she could feel that the warm candlelight on the bedside was extinguished, and the surrounding area was enveloped in darkness.
Her heart trembled, her eyes opened slightly, and then her whole body trembled.
She saw a vague black shadow in the shape of a human being at the head of the bed, standing there looking at him.
The young woman was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes again and continued to pray:
"Every injustice has its own owner, and it's not my fault."
"I'm just blackmailing people, it's not me who kills people..."
She unconsciously sat on the bedside and huddled up. After waiting for a long time, when there was no movement around her, she quietly opened her eyes.
The black shadow has disappeared.
Just when she felt relieved, there was a creaking sound under the bed board.
She was shocked, and she pretended to have the courage to light the candle again. Holding the candle, she slowly bent over and looked under the bed.
There was still no one under the bed.
But she suddenly felt something, and suddenly turned around to shine a candle behind her.
She happened to see an old man in white clothes with disheveled hair and bloodstained face shrouded in shadow. His eyes were as dark as an abyss and as sharp as a sword. A closer look seemed to tear her heart apart.
This look was almost exactly the same as the old man he met during the day.
And she
"Uncle, you are responsible for your injustice. Your death is not my fault..." The young woman's mind suddenly lost control, and her body almost collapsed.
The dead person I saw during the day appears at the bedside. Isn't this a ghost seeking his life?
"I'm sorry... I didn't breathe well..." The old man's figure blurred and disappeared in front of the young woman's eyes. His voice also sounded far and near, echoing throughout the room.
"I can die, but my reputation in life cannot be ruined..."
"Come, come, come with me to see the Lord of Hell, and explain the twists and turns of my life..."
"Sir, spare your life...I was also fooled by lard, but I don't want your life...and this is not my idea alone. I am just a butcher's knife. It is not the person who wants to frame the uncle." It’s me, Mr. Wan Ronghua and Miss Fang Fangfang.”
The young woman was frightened and told the truth in many twists and turns.
Qiao Mu just laughed secretly in his heart.
Although he said before that he did not repay kindness with kindness and did not care about other people's admiration or slander...but this does not mean that Qiao Mu really wants to forgive these people who poured dirty water on him.
After all, if the person involved in this matter had been someone else instead of Qiao Mu, he would probably have ended up in ruins.
And he pretended to be a ghost to scare people, but in fact he did it casually, it was a small revenge, and he also tried the "eye sword skill" that he had not yet learned.
The Eye Sword Technique is a witnessing method mastered by the third-grade god-refining martial artist Sword Demon. It can only be mastered by the god-refining martial artist.
But when Qiao Mu thought about this moment, there was a memory in his mind. It was the memory of him practicing the "eye sword technique" day and night in the past ten years. Success, but not everything.
"In the past ten years, my 'god' has become stronger and stronger, and even the memory of practicing Qigong seems to have become clearer."
Qiao Mu's swordsmanship was not perfect, but it was more than enough to intimidate an ordinary person.
However, the information he learned from the young woman also left him a little confused.
"The mastermind behind the scenes is indeed Wan Ronghua, but who is this Fang Fang? When did I offend this person?"
Qiao Mu thought about this and asked a question. Who knew what the young woman said next made him a little surprised.
"This Fang Fang was originally a young lady from the Fang family, an antique dealer. Later she married into the Wan family and became Wan Ronghua's concubine." The young woman replied:
"When I was in the Fang family, I was actually one of Miss Fang's personal maids. After the Fang family fell into decline, I naturally left."
"It's just that Miss Fang found me one day, taught me these blackmail tricks, and asked me to do things for her."
Judging from the young woman's words, she actually didn't do this once or twice...
"Fang Fang? Is that the sister that Fangyuan misses?" Qiao Mu frowned and asked again:
"Then Fang Yuan, the young master of the Fang family, why didn't he know about this? You just thought that Fang Fang was suffering from a strange disease and ran away from home?"
Chapter 159 The Qiao family is connected by blood
The young woman was so frightened that she lost her mind and had no idea in her mind.
When Qiao Mu pressed him like this, he just poured beans out of a bamboo tube and told the truth of the matter.
"Miss is also someone who wants to be famous. She knew that marrying into a Wan family and being the concubine of Wan Ronghua was not a decent thing, so she kept her name anonymous and gave up her surname..."
"Young Master Fangyuan doesn't know. I think it's the young lady who is deliberately concealing this matter..."
Qiao Mu nodded secretly, this was an unexpected surprise.
Fangyuan has been looking for his sister, and now he is the one who found Fang Fang's information first...
He added: "Every wronged person has his own owner, and every debtor has its own owner. I have been honest all my life. Even though I am dead, I don't want to bring the soul of an wronged person to see the Lord of Hell."
"Besides framing me, what other activities have you done? Tell me here."
"As for whether I take you or take Wanronghua down to the underworld, it depends on you."
As he spoke, Qiao Mu's eyes were like swords, and he had already activated his uninitiated sword skills, accompanied by murderous threats.
The young woman nodded in confusion, and unconsciously recounted her past crimes. She claimed that she would surrender to the government at dawn tomorrow, and knelt down to beg for mercy.
After getting everything he wanted to know, Qiao Mu swayed and disappeared into the hut like a ghost.
The young woman has expressed that she wants to report to the government, so let the government judge her. It doesn't matter if she regrets it after tomorrow.
Because Qiao Mu has learned from her self-report about her previous experiences of "false accusations", there is actually more than one victim like Qiao Mu.
If she regrets not surrendering tomorrow, then Qiao Mu can just find someone to report her. It won't be a big problem.
"This story tells us how harmful feudal superstition is to people..."
"The identity of a ghost is more useful than that of a living person...after all, evil ghosts will drag people to hell, but living people...especially good living people will only be pointed at guns."
Qiao Mu left the hut and walked through the streets like a ghost.
He had dealt with one of the people who framed him that day, but there were still several others.
Especially Wan Ronghua, the man in charge behind the scenes, these people and Qiao Mu have to pay a visit.
The old house of the Fang family.
It was already the second half of the night, and Fangyuan still hadn't fallen asleep.
Qiao Shuanglin's death made him blame himself and feel guilty. Hai Wuya had some initial clues and suspected that the matter might be related to the wealthy Wan Ronghua, but there was a lack of evidence.
Fangyuan felt that Qiao Shuanglin's death might have its own reasons. His thoughts were so confused that he simply got up in the middle of the night and sat in the courtyard of the old house.
"At dawn tomorrow, Master Hai will go to the pilgrimage to restore the reputation of Senior Qiao... This night is really long."
It was late at night, the bright moon was hanging high, and the cool breeze was blowing, making the leaves of the two jujube trees in the courtyard rustle.
The moonlight shines silvery white all over the ground, and also illuminates the wall. The shadows of the trees on the wall are mixed and swaying with the breeze, just like what he saw every time when he was enjoying the cool air in the courtyard when he was a boy.
But now he is alone again. Qiao Zhong, Qiao Shuanglin and his son brought him hope, but the hope was shattered in an instant, and instead involved the life of an outsider who stepped forward.
"How can I take revenge from others? I should have been able to support myself from the beginning, and I cannot take the help of others for granted..."
Fangyuan sat alone in the courtyard in the middle of the night, his heart gradually calmed down, and he silently began to meditate...Hai Wuya's "Sumishan King Sutra" was also taught to him, and at this moment he made up his mind, so he would not hug him again. It's a matter of luck to have someone help you.
But not long after, he suddenly heard a meow.
Opening his eyes, it was the little tabby cat raised by Qiao Shuanglin.
The tabby cat was still very young. During this period, Qiao Shuanglin went out frequently, so he fostered the tabby cat in the old house and let him take care of it.
"Do you remember your master?" Fang Yuan sighed inwardly, reaching out to pet the cat, but unexpectedly the cat suddenly jumped up and jumped to the top of the courtyard wall, with a pair of cat eyes looking at somewhere outside the wall.
"Is someone coming?" Fang Yuan was secretly alert.
But the tabby cat suddenly tilted its body and fell straight from the wall to the ground.
Fang Yuan was startled, and stepped forward to take a closer look, only to see that the cat showed no signs of injury. Instead, its limbs were twitching slightly, its pupils were dilated and dilated, and its tongue was hanging out of its mouth, looking like a crazy man.
"Let this little guy find out." An old voice suddenly sounded.
Fangyuan was shocked, and at some point, an old man appeared where the tabby cat lay.
This old man was quite old and wrinkled, to the point where it was difficult for Fang Yuan to judge his age. His appearance and temperament were vaguely similar to Qiao Shuanglin's, but he was a bit older.
"Fang Yuan, right? Shuang Lin mentioned you to me." The old man turned sideways to face Fan Yuan, smiled slightly, and explained:
"My name is Qiao Senlin, and Qiao Shuanglin is a younger brother of my Qiao family."
"The Qiao family is connected by blood. This demon cat named 'Wuchang' is raised by the Qiao family and can smell the breath of the Qiao family..."
The little cat at his feet blinked his eyes, and his dilated pupils condensed slightly, and then dilated again, as if he had given up on treatment.
It’s whatever you say, I don’t understand it either, because I’m just a little kitten.jpg
Fangyuan had a lot to say, but when the words came to his lips, he just sighed: "Senior Qiao Senlin, you came so quickly..."
Qiao Mu explained:
"My Qiao family members are connected by blood and can sense each other, especially at the moment of death... I was already in the Imperial Capital area and rushed over after I noticed the death of my clan brother."