Chapter 95 Wedding and mourning (26) (2)

Light came out of the window of Yang Tu's room; Yang Tu hadn't gone to bed yet.

But when Yan Shixun knocked on Yang Tu's door, after knocking three times, there was no movement in the room and no one came to open the door.

Yan Shixun knocked patiently a few more times and waited quietly.

Finally, Yang Tu came into the room and opened the door.

“Squeak——!”

The old door hinges made a rough friction sound.

After the door opened, Yang Tu appeared in front of Yan Shixun with a dejected look on his face, which formed a sharp contrast with Yan Shixun's calmness and composure.

"It's Brother Yan..."

Yang Tu called out to Yan Shixun weakly, looking listless and completely without any energy.

As soon as Yan Shixun's gaze fell on Yang Tu's face, the soothing smile on his lips suddenly froze.

——But after nearly two hours of not seeing each other, Yang Tu’s forehead had turned black.

No, saying that it is a dark spot on the forehead is already too euphemistic.

Yang Tu's entire forehead, including the Taiyang Xue and Baihui Xue, was blue and black, as if he had been swallowed by black air, and even had thick dark circles under his eyes.

He looked completely different from the Yang Tu that Yan Shixun first met in Jia Village.

It's like all the energy has been drained out.

Although Yan Shixun did not read people's faces and fortunes, it did not mean that he did not know how to do it or was not proficient in it. On the contrary, he had a deep study and practice of face-reading.

In his eyes, Yang Tu at this moment was no different from a dying man.

What on earth happened when he wasn't looking?

Yan Shixun frowned and no longer cared about comforting Yang Tu to get more information.

He asked Yang Tu in a serious tone: "What did you do at night? Tell me immediately."

Yan Shixun's harsh tone shocked Yang Tu on the spot.

Yang Tu, who was originally listless, raised his head and looked at Yan Shixun in surprise. The man was completely different from the friendly image he had shown before.

"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"Did you dig out the body buried under the flowers?" Yan Shixun stated his inference in an affirmative tone and went straight to the point, leaving Yang Tu no time to react or chat.

Yang Tu's expression suddenly changed.

The muscles on his face twitched, and he looked at Yan Shixun with a tangled and complicated look: "Brother Yan, did you see it too?"

When Yan Shixun's expression became serious, it was like a sharp knife being drawn out of its scabbard; although the knife had not yet been drawn, one could already glimpse the knife's light as white as snow, so sharp that one did not dare to raise his neck to test the blade.

Anyone who sees it can only retreat in fear, trying to avoid its sharp edge.

Yang Tu's expression was somewhat evasive, as if he was considering how to keep this matter secret.

"You know what happened." Yan Shixun said with certainty, without any hesitation: "Although you didn't kill the person, you know who the murderer is and you know the deceased."

"It's more likely that you knew who the murderer was, but you still wanted to protect him in front of me - Yang Tu, you are a child of Jia Village, you understand the rules of the outside world. What you are doing now is wrong."

Yang Tu's originally dejected expression froze, and his face was so sad that it looked like he was crying.

"Brother Yan, I..."

He raised his head and looked at Yan Shixun, as if he wanted to say something.

However, the next moment, Yang Tu's eyes gradually widened, and he looked over Yan Shixun's shoulder and behind him.

There was fear on his face.

"Brother Yan!"

There was a sound of wind in the air.

Yan Shixun's ears twitched slightly, and his body made a decision in an instant, and he swiftly dodged to the side.

“Swish!”