Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The sky is dark and the night is as cool as water.

There are no traces of pedestrians in the streets and alleys, and the lights of all houses and courtyards are gradually extinguished, and everything is completely silent.

"The sky is dry and the things are dry, be careful of the candles." The watchman beat the gong and patrolled the streets, but he didn't notice a black shadow flashing past.

There was a cool breeze, and the plump young woman closed the chaimen, only feeling an inexplicable chill, and subconsciously wrapped her robe tightly around her body.

The moment she turned her head, her scalp suddenly felt cold, as if in the dark night, there was a pair of indifferent eyes watching her from the crack of the door.

The young woman's heart tightened, she went to the table and took out a pair of scissors, walked cautiously to the door again, leaned in the crack of the door and looked out.

There was no one outside the door.

It's just that when he was staring intently, the window clanged and the cold wind blew open, which also frightened her to feel a chill in her heart.

"It's all right, why did the window open..."

She shivered, walked slowly to the window, stood on tiptoe and looked out, her heart pounding, but this time she still found nothing.

It's just that when she stretched out her hands to close the window, there was a sudden cold wind in the room, brushing over the back of her snow-white neck, making her shiver and goosebumps all over her body.

"The doors and windows are closed, where is the wind coming from?"

It was okay to say just now, but the more I think about it now, the more I feel that it didn't look like an exaggeration at all, but as if someone was lying behind her and gently blowing on the back of her neck.

This thought suddenly crossed the young woman's mind, and she suddenly turned her head in horror.

There was no one in the room, only a flickering candle beside the bed, dim and dim.

At this time, the surroundings seemed to have become extraordinarily quiet. The sound of the watchmen outside knocking on the gong gradually faded away, and finally gradually became inaudible. The whole world seemed to be quiet.

The young woman's breathing became slightly heavy, and she subconsciously walked to the bed with light steps, and only when she got close to the faint candlelight could she feel at ease for a moment.

"Could it be that you got bad luck at Caishikou today?" She closed her eyes and folded her hands together, praying in her mouth:

"There is an injustice and a debtor, and I didn't kill the person. If you want to find it, you have to find those fairy elders..."

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 heart.

From the old man who was slandered by her and drew his sword across his neck in anger, to the two rainbow lights that soared into the sky, to the distress and raging whirlwind that filled the vegetable market entrance, the corpses all over the place... And the last scene, the old man standing in front of her, his old body frozen into an ice sculpture and shattered into corpses.

"If everyone in this world repays hatred with kindness like that old man, and can use it to block a knife in the end, I don't have to worry about revenge..."

For an ordinary person, what happened during the day was too exciting, making her unforgettable, and her chest was constantly heaving.

But right now.

There was a soft whirring sound.

It sounds like wind, and it sounds like exhalation.

Although the young woman closed her eyes tightly, she could feel that the warm candle on the bed was extinguished, and the surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

Her heart trembled, her eyes opened slightly, and then her whole body trembled.

She saw a fuzzy black figure in the shape of a human standing beside the bed, looking at him.

The young woman was so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes again and continued to pray with closed eyes:

"It's not my fault that there is an injustice and a debtor."

"I'm just blackmailing people, it's not me who killed people..."

She unconsciously sat on the bed and huddled into a ball. She waited for a long while, and only quietly opened her eyes when there was no movement around her.

That shadow has disappeared.

Just as she was feeling relieved, there was a creaking sound from under the bed board.

With a shock in her heart, she bravely lit the candle again, held the candle and bent down slowly, lowering her head to look under the bed.

There was no one under the bed.

It's just that she suddenly felt something, and suddenly turned her head and took the candlelight to shine behind her.

She happened to see an old man in white clothes with disheveled hair and bloody face shrouded in shadows, his eyes were as dark as an abyss, and as sharp as a sword. A closer look seemed to tear her mind apart.

This appearance is almost exactly the same as the old man he met during the day.

and she

"Master, you are wronged and owed, your death is not my fault..." The young woman lost her mind in an instant, and her body almost collapsed.

The dead people I saw during the day appeared on the bedside. Isn't this a ghost and what is it?

"I'm wronged.... I'm not going well..." The old man's figure blurred and disappeared in front of the young woman's eyes, and his voice also fluctuated, echoing in the whole room.

"I can die, but my reputation cannot be ruined..."

"Come, come, follow the old man to meet the King of Hades, and tell the right and wrong of the old man's previous life..."

"Master, please forgive me... I was also deceived by lard, but I didn't want your life... And this is not my idea alone. I am just a knife in the hands of a butcher. It is not the one who wants to frame you. I, but Master Wan Ronghua and Miss Fang Fangfang."

The young woman was frightened and told the truth in detail.

It's just that Qiao Mu secretly smiled in his heart.

Although he said before that he died not to repay grievances with virtue, and he didn't care about others' admiration or slander...but this doesn't 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 was not Qiao Mu, but another person, he would probably end up ruined.

And he pretended to be a ghost to scare people, but in fact, he just did it casually, it was a small revenge, and he tried the "Mu Sword Art" that he hadn't yet learned.

Eye swordsmanship is the witnessing method mastered by the third-rank kung fu sword ghost, which can only be mastered by kung fu kungfu.

But when Qiao Mu thought about this time, there was an extra memory in his mind. It was the memory of him practicing "Mu Swordsmanship" day and night in the past ten years. Success, but not for nothing.

"In the past ten years, my 'god' has grown stronger, and even the memory of practicing exercises seems to have become clearer."

Qiao Mu's swordsmanship has not been perfected, but it is more than enough to intimidate an ordinary person.

However, the information he got from the young woman's mouth also made him a little confused.

"The man behind the scenes is indeed Wan Ronghua, but who is this Fang Fang? When did I offend this person?"

With this in mind, Qiao Mu asked, who knew what the young woman said next surprised him a little.

"This Fang Fang was originally a lady of the Fang family, an antique dealer, but she later married into the Wan family and became Wan Ronghua's concubine." The young woman replied:

"And when I was in Fang's family, I was actually Miss Fang's personal maid. After the Fang family's family fell, I naturally left."

"It's just that Miss Fang came to me one day and taught me these blackmail tricks and asked me to do things for her."

Judging from the young woman's mouth, she didn't do this once or twice...

"Fang Fang? The younger sister that Fang Yuan 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 165 Chapter 159 The Qiao family is connected by blood

The young woman was so frightened that she lost her mind and lost her mind.

Being pressed by Qiao Mu, it was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, telling the truth of the matter in full.

"Miss is also a person who wants to be famous. She knows that marrying into the Wan family and being Wan Ronghua's concubine is not a decent thing, so she hides her name and abandons her family name..."

"Young Master Fangyuan doesn't know, presumably Miss is deliberately concealing this matter..."

Qiao Mu nodded secretly, which was a surprise.

Fang Yuan has been looking for his own sister, and now he was the one who found Fang Fang's information first...

He said again: "The wrong has its head and the debt has its owner. This old man has been upright all his life. Even though he is dead, he doesn't want to bring a wronged soul to see Lord Hades."

"Besides framing the old man, what else have you done, tell me here."

"As for taking you or taking Wan Ronghua to the underworld, that's up to you."

In the voice of speaking, Qiao Mu's eyes are like swords, and he has already activated the uninitiated Mu sword technique, accompanied by murderous threats.

The young woman nodded in a daze, and unconsciously recounted her past crimes, claiming that she would surrender herself to the government after dawn, and knelt down to beg for mercy.

After getting everything he wanted to know, Qiao Mu flickered and disappeared into the hut like a ghost.

The young woman has already expressed that she wants to report to the government, so let the government judge her.As for her repentance after tomorrow, it doesn't matter.

Because Qiao Mu has already learned from her self-report about her past experience of "touching porcelain and framing" several times, there are actually more than one victim like Qiao Mu.

If she regrets not turning herself in tomorrow, then Qiao Mu can just find someone to report, so it's not a big problem.

"This story tells us how feudal superstition harms people..."

"The identity of a ghost is more useful than a living person... After all, ghosts will drag people to hell, while living people... especially good people who are alive will only be pointed at by guns."

Qiao Mu left the hut and walked through the streets and alleys like a ghost.

He had dealt with one person who framed him that day, but there were still a few more.

Especially Wan Ronghua, the person in charge behind the scenes, Qiao Mu had to pay a good visit to these people.

............

Fang's old house.

At this time, it has entered the middle of the night, and Fang Yuan still hasn't fallen asleep.

Qiao Shuanglin's death made him feel guilty. Hai Wuya had some clues. He suspected that the incident might have something to do with the wealthy Wan Ronghua, but there was no evidence.

Fang Yuan felt that Qiao Shuanglin's death might have its own reasons, and his mind was very confused, so he got up in the middle of the night and sat in the courtyard of the old house.

"Tomorrow's dawn, Mr. Hai will go to the pilgrimage to restore the reputation of Senior Qiao... This night is really long."

It was late at night, the moon hung high, and the cool wind was blowing, making the leaves of the two jujube trees in the courtyard rustle.

The moonlight sprinkled silver and white on the ground, and also illuminated the wall. The shadows of the trees on the wall were intertwined and swaying with the breeze, just like the appearance he saw when he was enjoying the cool in the courtyard when he was young.

It's just that now he is alone again, Qiao Zhong and 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 came forward.

"How can revenge be done by others? From the very beginning, I should be self-reliant, and I can't 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 began to meditate silently... Hai Wuya's "Sumi Mountain King Sutra" was also taught to him, and at this moment he made up his mind, so he would not embrace it again. There is such a fluke mentality that noble people help.

Not long after, he suddenly heard a meow.

Opening his eyes, it was the little tabby cat raised by Qiao Shuanglin.

The cat was still very young, Qiao Shuanglin went out frequently during this time, and fostered the cat in the old house, where he took care of it.

"Do you remember your master?" Fang Yuan sighed inwardly, reaching out to pet the cat, but unexpectedly, the cat jumped up to the top of the courtyard wall, its cat eyes were looking at somewhere outside the wall.

"Someone is coming?" Fang Yuan was secretly vigilant.

However, the cat suddenly tilted its body and fell directly from the wall to the ground.

Fang Yuan was taken aback, and stepped forward to take a closer look, but saw that the cat showed no signs of injury at all, but its limbs twitched slightly, its pupils dilated and loose, its tongue sticking out of its mouth and drooping to the side, looking like an idiot.

"Let this little guy find out." An old voice suddenly sounded.

Fang Yuan's whole body trembled, an old man appeared at the place where the cat was lying down.

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 little older.

"Fangyuan, right? Shuanglin mentioned you to me." The old man turned to face Fangyuan, 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 'Impermanence' is raised by the Qiao family and can smell the breath of the Qiao family..."

The little cat under his feet blinked his eyes, his dilated pupils condensed slightly, and then dilated again, as if giving up the treatment.

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Fang Yuan wanted to say a lot, but when the words came to his lips, he just sighed: "Senior Qiao Senlin, you came so fast..."

Qiao Mu explained:

"My Qiao family is connected by blood, and they can sense each other, especially at the moment of death... I was in the area of ​​the imperial capital, and I rushed over when I noticed the death of my brother."

Every Qiao family member has practiced "Wu Sheng Sheng Rhino Jue", so they can intuitively sense each other, which is very reasonable.

"Senior Qiao Senlin..." Fang Yuan pursed his lips, wanting to speak, but Qiao Mu waved his hand.

Fang Yuan is not familiar with Qiao Senlin, but Qiao Mu is very familiar with Yuan, so he doesn't mean to talk nonsense right now, so he will get straight to the point: