Chapter 8: The chest can be penetrated

He Min was also very curious about Chen Luo's skills. She had almost gotten calluses from listening to him so many times in the past two days.

The most common thing I hear every day is praise from Ma Quezi.

He said that his senior brother was a rare martial arts prodigy, and it was a pity that he did not have more advanced secrets. This made He Min, who had been a genius since childhood, very dissatisfied. They were all the same age, and she had been practicing martial arts since childhood. In this case, even if he was a genius, she had the confidence to defeat him.

The accumulation of time cannot be erased by talent.

Both sides stood still and each took a starting stance.

"Brother, be careful!"

He Min waited for three breaths, and when she saw that Chen Luo had no intention of attacking, she decided to strike first. She stepped back and pushed her feet against the ground. Her figure flashed, and her five fingers clenched into a fist and clawed at Chen Luo opposite her.

It is the killer move of Ma Quezi's boxing, 'Black Tiger Heart-ripping'!

The boxing style is fierce and originally designed for power, but in He Min's hands it becomes like a cheetah, a speed-type boxing style.

Chen Luo also raised his hands, made them into claws, and attacked back before he could.

Only a 'bang' sound was heard.

The two men's fists collided in the air, making a dull sound.

He Min, who was originally full of confidence, had a change of expression when her fists collided. A tidal force rushed over from the opposite side. Her arm was broken on the spot because she didn't dodge in time. She flew backwards like a rag doll, hit the sandbag behind her hard, rolled down, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fainted.

Chen Luo was also dumbfounded.

He only tried to use three-tenths of his strength and didn't even use his internal energy.

I didn't expect that I wouldn't feel anything wrong the moment I touched her. The aggressive He Shijie was like paper, and her bones were broken at the slightest touch, and she was also knocked away.

"You little brat, why don't you stop!"

Ma Quezi flew over very quickly, helped He Min up, pressed a few acupoints at the fastest speed, and put his hand on He Min's pulse. He only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing serious.

"I asked you to lend a hand, not to kill her."

After settling the female apprentice, Ma Cuzi pointed at Chen Luo and started cursing.

“.”

Chen Luo looked confused.

He really stopped. If he hadn't stopped, Junior Sister He's chest would have been pierced by him. But he definitely couldn't say this out loud. If he did, it would probably make Ma Quezi angry.

"Go back first. I'll take care of your sister."

Seeing Chen Luo standing there in a daze, Ma Quezi couldn't scold him anymore and could only let him go back first.

"yes."

Chen Luo had no way to save people, and staying would only cause more trouble.

"When you wake up, please apologize to him for me."

Chen Luo thought about it and took out a plaster from his arms.

This was something he had 'developed', and it was the only gift he could come up with. He just hoped that after Junior Sister woke up, she would not blame him, and would not leave any shadow on him.

Ma Quezi waved his hand impatiently.

Seeing this, Chen Luo did not stay any longer and turned back.

"Be careful when you fight with others in the future, and try to hold back your strength, otherwise if you accidentally cause a murder, you'll be in big trouble."

When Chen Luo was about to go out, Ma Quezi behind him seemed to suddenly remember something and reminded him.

"Disciple understands."

Chen Luo nodded solemnly.

This attack also gave him a rough understanding of his own strength. If he used all his strength, he could probably beat a hundred He Junior Sisters.

While Chen Luo was discussing with He Min, Chen Laosan, who was working in the government office, heard a piece of news.

Luo Cheng is dead.

The news gave him a chill.

He felt something was wrong even after burying the body. How could the other party let them go so easily after killing a member of the royal family? It was impossible to put himself in their shoes. No one was willing to put their life and property on the promise of others, let alone a high-ranking person like the white-haired eunuch.

He had been free for several days since returning, so he had relaxed a lot. But when he suddenly heard the news, his anxiety was magnified.

In order to confirm the truth, Chen Laosan specially took on the task of burying Luo Cheng's body.

“How miserable.”

When Chen Laosan arrived at the door of Luo's house, the yamen runners inside just came out with their noses covered, and it seemed that they had just dealt with the scene.

After seeing Chen Laosan's corpse collector's attire, the two nodded to him and left.

The case has been investigated.

suicide.

The yamen had always been simple and crude in its work, especially in this feudal and backward era. In the absence of affecting the reputation of the court, the superiors generally required that the case be handled as quickly as possible. It would be best if the murderer could be caught, but if not, some refugees could be found to take the blame, as long as the case was closed.

Luo Cheng's entire family was basically dead, so there was no possibility of subsequent trouble, so the government just dealt with the matter hastily, the simpler the better.

As for the truth, who cares?

Chen Laosan pushed the door and walked in.

There were eleven bodies lying neatly in a row in the room.

Luo Cheng, his parents, wife, children, and all his relatives were dead. The bodies were burnt black and unrecognizable, and it was impossible to tell who was who. Chen Laosan walked over, squatted down, and began to examine them carefully. He wanted to know how Luo Cheng died.

"He died first and then burned."

A voice sounded behind Chen Laosan.

"How long have you been here?"

Hearing the voice, Chen Laosan stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked without any surprise.

The person who came was none other than Wang Laoshuan, who had buried the body with him that day. This old man must have sensed the danger just like him and came to investigate the situation.

"Half an hour earlier than you."

Wang Laoshuan sat down beside him.

"Luo Cheng's entire family was poisoned to death. I checked their respiratory tracts and they were clean. That is to say, after the fire started, they did not inhale any dust. Instead, there was strong acid and poison left in their stomachs, the kind that would kill people if touched."

Under what circumstances would it be impossible for a person to inhale any dust at a fire scene?

You know it without thinking.

Wang Laoshuan took out a small porcelain bottle, which contained the evidence he had collected earlier.

But even if they had the evidence, it was meaningless. The county magistrate would not help them get justice, and would not even ask any more questions. They were just three people who buried corpses, and the people on the other side were people from the palace. They would know which choice to make if they used their brains.

Wang Laoshuan put the porcelain bottle aside, took out his pipe from his arms, stuffed some tobacco leaves into it and lit it.

I took a deep breath, and the spicy smell went straight into my lungs.

"What are you going to do?"

Chen Luosan sat down on the steps on the other side.

He had sensed danger.

This time it was Luo Cheng who died, who would be the next one? The three of them were just corpse burials, and the circle of people they interacted with on weekdays was frighteningly small. Who would come to kill them for no reason?

"My granddaughter has left town. She will take her mother's surname from now on."

After Wang Laoshuan finished smoking his pipe, he knocked the pipe twice at the door, put his things away, stood up and left without looking back.

He cares more about things than death.

Chen Laosan sat at the door and thought a lot, and did not come to his senses until sunset.

He doesn't want to die.

But I don't want my nephew to die even more.

In comparison, your own life is more worthless.

He suddenly understood Wang Laoshuan a little. The old man was also afraid of death. But in order to let his granddaughter live, he chose to die. Trading his life for another's was also an explanation to that adult. Since Wang Laoshuan could make a choice, how could Chen Laosan fall behind!

"It's a pity that I couldn't find a wife for Xiao Luo."

(End of this chapter)