The letter of fate must be returned to Quan Jinqing immediately.
Chapter 55
The torrential rain was kept out of the window; his pale yellow shirt and blue hem overlapped, and beads of sweat from his forehead fell onto the woman's fair skin.
The young man gripped Zhou Yulin's hand tightly, lowered his head and kissed her neck, slowly moving upwards until he reached her earlobe. Just as he was about to reach his climax, he said, "Senior brother."
Chen Muyao abruptly looked down at the person, a wave of humiliation washing over him as he felt being mistaken for someone else. He couldn't believe that the person before him was actually mistaking him for the so-called senior brother she had mentioned. He let out a cold laugh, his once passionate eyes now filled with malice.
She sat innocently in the young man's lap, her eyes filled with adoration. "Senior brother, I like you." He grabbed Zhou Yulin by the neck and kissed her roughly, his voice hoarse and panting. "Mmm, I heard you."
"Remove the subject and say it again."
"I like……"
The remaining words were swallowed up in a series of tender kisses.
The clouds and rain over Wushan Mountain caused a downpour to knock pear blossoms off the branches, scattering the white petals across the ground.
Gu Ling gazed at the torrential rain and slowly stretched out her hand. Just as she was about to touch her brother's hand, the cold rain fell into her palm. "Why are you standing here?"
Jiang Huang walked up to Gu Ling's side. The boy looked to be about the same age as Gu Ling, and his neat ponytail swayed from side to side with his steps. He slapped Gu Ling's thin back with a powerful blow, which, along with a gust of wind, completely dispelled the smell of alcohol from Gu Ling's chest. "Where are the door gods? What are they doing standing here?"
Gu Ling turned around, speechless, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Jiang Si, with his arms behind his head, squinted and chuckled, "What, you own this shop?"
Gu Ling looked up at the gleaming golden signboard, his face full of surprise. "Indeed, how did you know it was my family's business?"
"..." Jiang Si rolled his eyes. "You'd better be faking it."
Gu Ling snorted coldly upon hearing this, "Don't talk about me. You're no better than me, still not back at the sect so late!" He spoke with righteous indignation, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jun Fengqiu vomiting violently inside the room. He suddenly remembered that when he went to the toilet earlier, someone seemed to be in the next stall, reaching out to borrow toilet paper from him, only to be knocked unconscious by his fart.
"..." Thinking of this, Gu Ling, feeling guilty, touched his nose.
"Oh, my senior brother fainted in the outhouse, so I have to help find the culprit, right?" Jiang Si said this in a calm tone, without a trace of anger on his face, as if the senior brother he was talking about was a stranger to him.
Gu Ling chuckled twice and waved his hand, "It's hard to say, it's a misunderstanding."
Jiang Si looked over, somewhat puzzled, "My senior brother is injured, why are you feeling guilty?"
"Could it be..." Gu Ling looked away, but her heart jumped as Jiang Si spoke, "that you know who the murderer is?"
Jiang Si's scrutinizing gaze fell on him, and just as Gu Ling was about to confess due to the psychological pressure, Jiang Si said, "Forget it, looking at your silly appearance, you certainly don't know anything."
The rain outside had lessened, and just as Jiang Si was about to leave with Jun Fengqiu on his back, Gu Ling, after much hesitation, finally called out to him, "Jiang Si, was it you who told my father about that matter?"
Jiang Si raised an eyebrow, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
"You told Jiang Ling about it too?"
Jiang Si looked directly at Gu Ling, his expression relaxed, his tone playful, "Do you think I need to tell her?"
He shoved Gu Ling's shoulder aside and walked past her, saying, "Her obsession with you is none of my business, but don't be ungrateful."
Jiang Si walked into the drizzling night and left without looking back.
*
The morning wind and rain continued as usual, and someone pushed open that wooden door that seemed like it would never be opened again.
Cobwebs were everywhere, dust was flying, and a musty smell filled the air.
The traces of the fight inside the house had not been cleaned up in time; broken porcelain lay on the floor, and the mirror by the entrance reflected the figures of several people.
"This is the crime scene from back then." Jiang Si, whose face was as black as charcoal, reluctantly introduced, "The deceased disciple was named E Ye Huanhuan, an inner disciple of the Divination Academy."
"It was my senior brother who reported the case. He insisted that the two had an unusual relationship, so Quan Jin was imprisoned in the dungeon. Originally, it was just an ordinary disciple who died, and Quan Jin was the sect leader's son, so he wouldn't have received a very heavy punishment."
"But coincidentally, this woman was involved in the secret technique of soul swapping, and a register of names related to the secret technique was found in Quan Jin's room."
"Quan Jin confessed to this without hesitation, so the sect leader, in a fit of anger, crippled his son and expelled him from the sect."
In that situation, crippling his cultivation without harming his life was perhaps the best outcome this powerful sect leader could give his son.
There were no traces of spiritual energy fluctuations inside the room.
Jiang Si stepped forward. "Hmm, that's what I find strange too. Both of them are spiritual practitioners, and the room is in such a mess, yet neither of them used any spiritual power."
Gu Ling didn't dare to come in. Standing outside the door, he overheard the conversation between the two and couldn't help but wonder, "Can two fortune tellers really have that much destructive power when they fight?"
After all, everyone knows that fortune tellers are the most vulnerable among all professions.
"Has E'ye Huanhuan's destiny book been found?" Zhou Yulin quickly realized that the fortune teller's last memory before death would be written into the destiny book.
Jiang Si pondered for a few seconds, "I don't seem to remember this. After all, Quan Jin confessed too quickly, and it was probably over before they even investigated it thoroughly."
After saying that, Jiang Si looked at Chen Muyao, who hadn't said a word, and critically commented, "Are you here to perform a silent play? Why don't you say a word?"
Zhou Yulin quickly covered Jiang Si's mouth, "This person has a bad temper, you don't need to pay attention to him." As soon as she said this, Chen Muyao coldly glanced at the two of them, and the hostility in her eyes was really impossible to hide.
Gu Ling was very self-aware.
As the saying goes, it is better to keep something secret than to know it.
Just as he was about to take a few steps back, he suddenly noticed something strange: "The snake's eyes are moving!" He was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud, and tremblingly pointed at the statue on the table.
Zhou Yulin lowered her eyes and stared at the statue beside her for a few seconds, but did not find anything wrong.
"Really! I'm not lying to you."
Gu Ling's words drew a sidelong glance from Jiang Si. Zhou Yulin stretched out her hand, and the spiritual power in her palm gently poured into the snake-shaped statue, revealing a light blue Book of Fate.
Jiang Si stepped forward a few steps. "The light blue fate book belongs to E Ye Huanhuan without a doubt."
Picking up the book of fate, Zhou Yulin was still filled with great doubt.
If it wasn't Quan Jin who did it, why did he insist on it without offering any explanation?
Perhaps the book of destiny before her could provide her with the answer.
"Do you know any fortune tellers?" Only the fortune teller can read the fortune teller's book.
Jiang Si's expression wasn't good. He turned to look at the timid Gu Ling and said, "What am I to you? Free labor? Gu Ling, I advise you not to go too far!"
Gu Ling craned his neck, "Jiang Si, if you don't help me, I'll tell your sister."
"Whether your sister forces you to do it, or you enjoy your freedom, I'm leaving that choice to you."
Jiang Si offered a forced smile and a blessing, "You'd better pray you live a few more days." After saying that, he glanced at the other two people in the room, "Alright, come with me."
Compared to other courtyards, the number of people in the inner courtyard is indeed sparse.
Even so, in broad daylight, one could still see the disciples of the divination academy hurrying between different study halls. The three of them followed Jiang Si around and around until they arrived at a self-study room in the corner.
Pushing open the door, a young disciple wearing small black glasses sat on the ground, with a tortoise shell in front of him and three copper coins under the shell.
"It is truly rare for Jiang Taigong to send fish."
"What brings you here?"
Jiang Si had no intention of speaking; he simply pushed Gu Ling forward.
Caught off guard, Gu Ling chuckled awkwardly, "Hello."
"Hello, Three Spirit Stones."
"Huh? What?" Before he could hear clearly, a bill landed squarely on his forehead.
Then came the second sentence, "Pay up, six spirit stones."
Zhou Yulin peeled off the bill and stuck it to Gu Ling's mouth. She then tossed the book of fate in her hand to the disciple on the ground. "This is my friend's book of fate before she died. Please help me look it over. I want to know what exactly happened before she died."
The young man, whose clothes were slightly worn, said without changing his expression, "One hundred spirit stones."
"Okay." Without even thinking, Zhou Yulin agreed.
The tortoise shell floated up, and the three copper coins flipped over neatly. The young man, whose eyesight wasn't very good, had just opened the Book of Fate when he flung it at Jiang Si, yelling, "Holy crap! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Chu Wangshu said angrily, "Jiang Si, you bastard, I knew you had ulterior motives."
Seeing that Jiang Si did not dodge, Zhou Yulin quickly stood in front of him and blocked Chu Wangshu's spiritual attack.
"One hundred spirit stones, you didn't say that returns were possible."
Chu Wangshu looked Zhou Yulin up and down, who appeared quite ordinary. "So, you're the one who wants to investigate my junior sister's death?"
"Junior sister?" This time it was Zhou Yulin's turn to be surprised.
She thought Jiang Si would find an ordinary disciple from the divination academy to read her fortune, but this person went straight for his senior brother.
At this moment, the senior brother stared at Zhou Yulin as if trying to see a hole through her. "Let me guess, do you know Quan Jin?"
"Friendship between old friends".
Chu Wangshu snorted, "No, you're already better than any of the women around him for being willing to investigate this case. However, this is not something a mere disciple like you can investigate."
"Quan Jin is not the murderer."
Chu Wangshu paused, listening to Zhou Yulin continue, "You may not care about Quan Jin, but you cannot give up the truth."
“The fortune teller’s life hangs by a thread. Just to explore the slightest bit of fate, your junior sister died mysteriously. Don’t you have any doubts? If the wrongful death of one person requires the sacrifice of thousands of people to find the truth, I am willing to be that sacrifice. At least I am not willing to stand by and watch.”
Chu Wangshu looked up at the blue sky outside the window, and for the first time felt it was too dazzling. "What's your name?"
"Zhou Zhao".
“Okay, I’m willing to help you, Zhou Zhao.”
Chu Wangshu gave a wry smile. "If you want to know the reason, it's because you and my junior sister are both the type who won't give up until they hit a wall. You're a bit like her."
He took the decree from Jiang Si, and with a wave of his hand, a fleeting image appeared before their eyes.
The first thing that appears in the scene is a hand, which is tightly gripping the neck of the person in the first-person perspective. The image gradually blurs, and at this critical moment, a clear face comes into everyone's view.
Zhou Yulin was not unfamiliar with this person; in fact, she could say she was quite familiar with him.
Quan Jin appeared in the scene, staring in astonishment at everything that was happening before him.
Suddenly, Zhou Yulin breathed a huge sigh of relief.
The truth came out: Quan Jin could never have been the murderer.
He even saw who the murderer was.
But who exactly is this person who could make him willingly confess to this crime?
After leaving Chu Wangshu, the group had different expressions, but Chen Muyao maintained a rather unfriendly face throughout.
"So what do we do next? Should we hand the Book of Fate to the Sect Master and tell him that the real culprit isn't Quan Jin?"
Jiang Si glanced at the naive and innocent Gu Ling, and couldn't help but laugh in exasperation. "Did the name appear in this fortune book? How can we prove that it happened on that day? That's one point. Secondly, if we can find the fortune book, why didn't anyone find it back then?"
"Because we are too smart."
"Because the breakthrough lies with Quan Jin."
Chen Muyao finally spoke up.
Jiang Si added, "If the young sect leader hadn't insisted on taking all the blame, how could the case have been closed so easily? Therefore, we need more concrete evidence, and Quan Jin must admit that he is indeed not the murderer."
After confirming Quan Jin's innocence, Zhou Yulin felt much more relaxed.
Recalling something, Chen Mu awkwardly shifted his gaze, his eyes growing increasingly cold.
Let's just consider it a misunderstanding.
"Young Master Chen, there is no future for us either."
Reasonable words were like knives, each one piercing his heart.
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