Chapter 27: Devil 4

◎Lonely rot◎

After waiting for two full hours, the coroner from the government office finally arrived.

Wei Ping must have been in a terrible state. Even the servants who were used to this job would quickly rush out of the house after entering it, holding onto the wall and vomiting.

It took nearly another hour before Wei Ping was carried out.

It was covered with a white cloth, but it was wet and stuck to the body, leaving strange stains. From time to time, a brown unknown liquid dripped from under the stretcher, and it was unclear whether it was water, blood, or oil.

The thin white cloth could not cover up the smell, and when it was carried through the crowd and onto the flatbed cart, everyone couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses.

Qi Zhaoyang also handed his handkerchief to Yan Yue, but Yan Yue pushed it away.

She felt sad and felt sorry for the poor woman. Someone who worked so hard to live her life shouldn't have ended up like this.

Yan Yue and Qi Zhaoyang have already guessed that Feng Jian from the Feng family is probably the child adopted by Wei Ping.

That's why she can't let go.

Maybe there is some misunderstanding here?

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When we rushed back to Linjiang City, it was already dark.

Yan Yue asked to take a detour to Zheng's house and borrow Zheng Yi out.

Qi Zhaoyang probably understood what she wanted to do. He did not say anything to stop her, but just quietly handed Zheng Yi a piece of talisman paper.

Children find it easier to establish friendships, and Zheng Yi is lively and cheerful, so he soon becomes good friends with Feng Jian, who was always crying.

Seeing that Feng Jian was no longer convulsing and crying, Yan Yue squatted in front of him and asked, "Feng Jian, tell me that you still have another name, right?"

Feng Jian was stunned, his eyes were flustered and he dared not look her in the eye.

Yan Yue said: "Your name is Wei Peng, and you have a mother named Wei Ping."

Feng Jian burst into tears and kept shaking his head, "No, no! I'm not!"

Master Feng was shocked: "Fairy, what are you talking about?"

Madam Feng hugged the child tightly in her arms, and said with strong dissatisfaction: "Stop making jokes! If you scare my Jian'er, I will never let you go, even if it's Qingxu Temple!"

Mr. Feng quickly stood in front of his wife and the child, bowed and apologized: "I am a little woman who speaks nonsense, I hope the fairy master will not mind! But I really don't understand what the fairy did, I hope the fairy master can explain it to me."

Qi Zhaoyang said, "Please rest assured, Master Feng, we have no ill intentions. It's just that your son has been abducted for five years, and there seems to be another hidden story. We need to verify it with him."

Mrs. Feng said angrily, "He is an eight-year-old child, what can he know?"

Yan Yue said, "Madam Feng, isn't it strange? The traffickers would take the kidnapped children far away from their hometowns, but Feng Jian has been kidnapped for five years, why is he still in Linjiang City?"

Mrs. Feng said, "Maybe he remembered it wrongly and brought Jian'er back by accident!"

Yan Yue said: "I have read his confession. He originally said that Feng Jian was a child he had just abducted, but later he admitted that he had abducted him a long time ago. I think he changed his confession later because he could not bear the torture and was forced to confess."

Madam Feng said angrily, "The trafficker lied and made false statements. Is it unfair for him to be sentenced to a heavy sentence?!"

Yan Yue sighed, "That's not what I meant. You said Feng Jian was frightened and didn't want to talk about the day he was kidnapped. Have you ever thought about why Feng Jian doesn't have an accent at all, even though the two places are thousands of miles apart?"

Mrs. Feng and Mr. Feng looked at each other, and then at Feng Jian at the same time, their hearts full of confusion.

Qi Zhaoyang said quickly: "Please rest assured, we just want to understand the situation and resolve it properly."

Mrs. Feng then hesitantly let go of Feng Jian.

Feng Jian just kept wiping his tears without saying a word.

Yan Yue winked at Zheng Yi, and the clever boy understood what she meant. He stepped forward and grabbed Feng Jian and said, "Brother Feng Jian, don't be afraid! Sister Yue is amazing, she can really help you! We agreed to be good friends, I will definitely not lie to you!"

Feng Jian glanced at Yan Yue timidly but still said nothing.

Zheng Yi pulled him, and he followed Zheng Yi to Yan Yue.

Yan Yue sat on the ground, took Feng Jian's hand from Zheng Yi, and asked with a gentle smile: "Pengpeng, you were frightened a few days ago and accidentally overturned Master Qi's altar. In fact, you did it on purpose, right?"

Feng Jian looked like a child who was caught stealing candy. He was shocked, looked around with evasive eyes, and then lowered his head.

What was even more surprised was Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng, even Qi Zhaoyang was surprised.

Yan Yue tapped Feng Jian's nose and praised: "Good job!"

Feng Jian looked at her in astonishment. Yan Yue continued, "Sister is a good friend of your mother Wei Ping! The sugar buns she steams are soft and sweet, and the sugar cakes she bakes are crispy and fragrant. They are especially delicious, right?"

When Feng Jian heard this, the guard in his eyes immediately disappeared.

Yan Yue continued, "I also know that you overturned the altar to protect your mother Wei Ping. You didn't want the Immortal Master to hurt her, right?"

Feng Jian's tears overflowed from his eyes again and he nodded hesitantly.

Yan Yue said: "Pengpeng, don't cry. You did a good job. If your mother Wei Ping knew, she would be very happy."

Feng Jian finally spoke, but he cried, "But, but my mother blames me... She would run to the top of my bed and glare at me fiercely... She would also lie under the bed and knock on my bed..."

Yan Yue wiped his tears with a handkerchief and coaxed him, "That's because mother doesn't know why you don't want her anymore. Don't cry, tell me how you got home. I'll explain it to your mother later, and she won't glare at you anymore. I promise!"

Feng Jian blinked his tearful eyes and asked, "Really?"

He then glanced at Qi Zhaoyang and Master Feng, "Then, don't let them take Mom away, okay?"

Yan Yue nodded: "Sister promises that they won't arrest your mother."

Only then did Feng Jian tell the truth.

It turned out that half a year ago, a toy called Nine Linked Rings became popular among the classmates in the school. Feng Jian also wanted it, so Wei Ping came to Linjiang City to buy it for him. Feng Jian wanted to go with them, but Wei Ping refused to take him.

An eight-year-old child was at the age when he was full of rebelliousness and mischief. Moreover, he wanted to see the hustle and bustle of the city, so he secretly followed Wei Ping.

The journey into the city was long, and Wei Ping brought some water with her. However, Feng Jian had no experience, and Wei Ping ran fast, so she ran until her mouth was dry. Passing by a tea stall, he just looked at it eagerly for a few more times, and when he turned back, Wei Ping was gone.

Feng Jian had no idea how to get into the city, and when he lost track of Wei Ping, he burst into tears on the spot. At this time, an uncle came over, gave him a bowl of water, and said that he could take him to find his mother. He was so grateful that he regarded the man as a good person.

That person is the child kidnapper.

Logically, they were not willing to keep a child of Feng Jian's age because the child could already remember things and would easily run away. Yan Yue guessed that Feng Jian bumped into it himself, and believed it after being coaxed, so the trafficker planned to take it away.

The traffickers did not bring him into Linjiang City, but directly transferred him to a nearby dock. The wharf was a small cargo wharf, and usually not many people came. Their boats would be parked there, and they would load the abducted children onto the boats and float downstream. Within three days, they would reach a thousand miles away.

But Feng Jian was not a naive boy after all. When he realized something was wrong, he wanted to leave. But the trafficker would not let him go, and the two sides started fighting on the spot.

It so happened that there was a small merchant who stopped at the small pier that day to save money; and it so happened that Mr. Feng wanted to help the small merchant, so he went to the pier with him to check out the goods.

Mr. Feng was moved by the child's cry and went forward to see what was happening and found Feng Jian. Even though I haven't seen him for five years, he is still my child after all. I can tell they look similar at first glance, and I can be almost sure of them at second glance.

The people accompanying the Feng family, together with the small merchant who was delivering goods on the ship, directly captured several traffickers on the spot. When they learned that they were child kidnappers, they immediately confirmed Feng Jian's identity.

When Feng Jian returned to the Feng Mansion, he vaguely remembered some scenes and even walked to his parents' yard by himself. He was less than three years old before he was abducted and lived in Mrs. Feng's courtyard. When he picked up his favorite childhood toy, he was even more certain that Wei Ping was not his biological mother.

Mrs. Feng hugged him and cried three times a day, saying that she was not paying attention and let him be kidnapped by traffickers.

Mrs. Feng gritted her teeth and swore to severely punish the traffickers, which frightened Feng Jian. So he didn't dare mention Wei Ping, nor did he say a word about his life in the past five years, allowing his parents to misunderstand that the person who kidnapped him was the trafficker at the dock.

In those days, people from the government office often came to Feng's house. Feng Jian lay in the corner and heard with his own ears the official tell his parents that the peddler had been beaten to death!

He was terrified.

Feng Jian believed in his heart that the trafficker was actually innocent and the person who kidnapped him was actually Wei Ping.

He was very young, but he was burdened with the heavy burden of having killed someone. He was also afraid that his lie would be exposed one day, so he lived in fear day and night, and even dared not leave the house, and he cried from time to time.

It was not until half a month ago that he inexplicably started seeing Wei Ping. She was no longer as gentle as before, and always stared at him viciously. Feng Jian finally suffered a mental breakdown and even convulsed and fainted. This prompted the Feng family to invite Qi Zhaoyang to exorcise the evil spirit.

It was not until this time that Mr. Feng and Mrs. Feng knew that there was such a person as Wei Ping.

"Then who is Wei Ping?"

"She is the woman who saved Feng Jian from the human traffickers." Yan Yue looked into the dark night and shouted, "Wei Ping! Are you there? Did you hear me? Peng Peng is not denying you, he is protecting you!"

A gust of wind blew up in the dark corner, and Wei Ping was wrapped in the wind and slowly stepped into everyone's sight.

Qi Zhaoyang took a breath of cold air!

Wei Ping's body will become slightly larger, her hands and feet will be slightly deformed, her hair will be disheveled, her face will be pale, and her eyes will be glowing red.

It turns out that this is what an evil ghost looks like.

Qi Zhaoyang moved his left eye away and relaxed, feeling a little distressed for Yan Yue.

For some reason, he could only see ghosts with his left eye. He tried it several times with Zhou Lin the day before yesterday. He could not see Zhou Lin when he covered his left eye, but could see him when he opened it. If he didn't want to see ghosts, he only had to cover his left eye, but Yan Yue could see with both eyes, so there was no way for him to escape.

Zhou Lin stepped forward first: "Miss Wei Ping, I am Zhou Lin, the eldest son of the Zhou family. When I was young, I often bought sugar cakes from you. Miss Yue can see you and hear you talking. She is here to help you. If you hurt others again like last time, we can only let that charlatan from Qingxu Temple suppress you!"

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Qi Zhaoyang sighed and said, "Mr. Zhou, I can see you and hear you now."

Zhou Lin ignored him. It was obvious that he said it on purpose for Qi Zhaoyang to hear.

Qi Zhaoyang just kept mumbling to himself, which frightened Mr. and Mrs. Feng, "Master, Master... is that evil... Miss Wei here?"

Qi Zhaoyang nodded and said soothingly: "Don't worry."

Yan Yue said to Feng Jian, "Pengpeng, have you ever thought about what Wei Ping's mother said?"

Feng Jian looked around but didn't see Wei Ping, so he could only say to Yan Yue, "Sister, please tell her to eat well. When I go to school, she only has cold water and bread to eat at noon, and she will only cook a good meal when I come back."

"Also, let her sleep a little longer and don't get up so early all the time. If her shoes are worn out, she should replace them with new ones. She walks a lot and the soles of her shoes have become thin and hurt her feet..."

“Peng Peng…!”

Wei Ping cried out, and her body suddenly shrank and returned to its original appearance.