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Wei Da felt almost crazy about the Jinghu family, and what greeted him was depression. The carved beams and painted buildings of the past have long since been burned, and the cruelty of the day can still be vaguely recognized under the wreckage. There were dark red and dried bloodstains everywhere, and even occasionally found in dark corners the chopped blue silk and stumps.
Fearing that the rotten corpse would cause a plague, the local government had dispatched people to collect the corpse. For a time, only the half-mountain tomb in the mass burial mound was left.
The only thing that is fortunate is that Wei Da brought his wife and young son back to his family's home because he was angry with the village owner.
The memory ends here, Gu Qingqiao blinked and woke up.
In front of him was Mu Xiyun's nervous and worried eyes, and his hands had already been held by him. Gu Qingqiao smiled and said, "I'm fine, I'm back."
Mu Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed his eyes, fearing that he was staring at him for a moment, and he was already sore.
"What did you see?" Mu Xiyun asked, her voice still a little hoarse.
Seeing that he was so nervous for himself, Gu Qingqiao was both relieved and distressed. He leaned over and kissed his cheek before slowly telling him what he had seen and heard just now.
When talking about the young man Xiaocui saw on the plank road, Mu Xiyuan's eyes darkened, and she looked up at Guqingqiao.
Gu Qingqiao smiled bitterly and said, "You guessed it too? That boy is probably Wuying."
Mu Xiyuan hesitated: "According to what Wei Da said, the murderer behaved abnormally, with a blue totem on his face, his strength became very strong, and he was not afraid of pain... This is very similar to Lin Xuewu in Hongye City. We are in Lingshan again. I met Wuying, so, Wuying gave Lin Xuewu a Gu? What is the purpose of him doing this?"
Gu Qingqiao frowned and said, "Wuying has been very scheming since he was a child. Looking at his innocent face, he can do any bad things in secret. Could it be that when the Jinghu family offended him, so that he took revenge?"
"Why did he do this back then, doesn't your senior brother know?" Mu Xiyun asked.
Aware of the emotion in this question, Gu Qingqiao raised his head to look at Mu Xiyuan, stretched out his hand to embrace him, and said with a smile, "What? Are you jealous?"
Mu Xiyun struggled to walk away two steps, "Didn't that little junior brother like to be with you the most?"
Gu Qingqiao suddenly became condensed, and then picked up the manuscript and looked at it carefully.
Seeing his solemn expression, Mu Xiyuan stopped joking and asked, "What's wrong? What did you find?"
Gu Qingqiao looked at him and said slowly: "Wuying really liked being with me before. Every time I went down the mountain, he almost followed me, only once..."
He shook the tissue paper in his hand and pointed to the end of the manuscript, where Wei Da wrote: "It's been ten years since the tragedy of the year. , my body is getting worse and worse. And the tragedy ten years ago is still tormenting my heart day and night, and it is difficult to understand. For peace of mind, I came back to the villa alone and left this memory and manuscript, hoping that people who are destined can find the truth and return to the Jinghu family. A consolation for everyone." Behind, there is the sun and moon of the era at that time.
"What's wrong here?" Mu Xiyun and him read it again.
"Look at the date of the year. Pushing back ten years, it happens to be..."
"It happened to be when the Lin Moyuan War broke out."
The two looked at each other, and this matter was actually related to Lin Moyuan!
At this moment, suddenly there was a light noise outside the house, and the two were shocked and quietly looked out the window.
A figure is quietly walking towards the remedies where the killer is imprisoned.
Gu Qingqiao patted Mu Xiyuan's hand lightly, and the two of them walked out of the window, approaching the side room.
The figure entered the room, quietly came to the killer's side, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, pulled the stopper, and placed it under the killer's nose.
To his surprise, the killer remained silent.
The person who came seemed a little anxious, and reached out to pat the killer's head. Suddenly, the wind blew behind him, and his wrist was firmly grasped.
"Elder Huang," Gu Qingqiao said lightly, "Are you trying to kill someone?"
That person was Huang Zelin.
Huang Zelin only felt a magic power coming from his wrist, half of his body suddenly became weak and weak, and the porcelain bottle in the other hand was also taken away, and said angrily: "Little devil, let me go!"
The Gu Qingqiao porcelain vase was in hand, but he was not afraid of what happened to Huang Zelin. Yi Yan let go of his wrist and whispered, "Elder Huang, do you need to explain!"
Huang Zelin glared at him, turned back to see Mu Xiyuan standing at the door, and sighed, "Come with me."
The two came to Huang Zelin's room, the old man sat down slumped, pointed to the porcelain bottle in Gu Qingqiao's hand: "It's just ordinary smelling salts, I just want to wake him up and ask a few more words."
"What do you want to ask? Are you so sure that he will tell you?" Gu Qingqiao stared directly at Huang Zelin, "Did the elder and the killer know each other long ago?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Huang Zelin said angrily. "Do you suspect that the previous assassination on the plank road was a scene played by me and the killer?"
"Oh? Isn't it?" Gu Qingqiao raised his eyebrows.
"You...!" Huang Zelin was so choked with anger that he said angrily after a while, "Why do you doubt me so much?"
"Why?" Seeing Mu Xiyun approaching and hesitating to speak, he patted his shoulder comfortably and asked, "Elder Huang, I asked you at the lake before, how many years have you been here? You said it was ten years."
"Not bad! I haven't been here for a long time." Huang Zelin said.
"Ten years?" Gu Qingqiao sneered: "Elder Huang has been walking in the Central Plains for so many years. You know nothing about the trends of such a big sect in the past ten years?"
Huang Zelin looked up at him and said angrily, "What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" Gu Qingqiao took two steps closer and took out the manuscript from his arms: "The Jinghu family was destroyed as early as fifty years ago. Your lie is too simple!"