Chapter 13 Chapter 13
The Cold Dew deepens and the nights become extremely dark.
But outside the City God Temple, the torches were bright, almost setting the sky on fire.
Most of the people around were from Chuzhou, and they had all heard of the City God Temple case thirty years ago.
At this moment, listening to the conversation between the prefect Zhao Qisheng and Ling Suye is enough to connect the cause and effect.
Although the unsolved case was finally closed with the conclusion that "the murderer gang fled to Mobei and Chuzhou was no longer in trouble", it also proved one thing - the real murderer is still at large.
Now looking at the ten ribs that Ling Suye took out, it is obvious that there is another mystery behind the case that was hastily concluded back then!
If it is true as Ling Suye said, one of the ten people who died that year was a robber.
Wouldn't this group of people be so vicious that they would abandon their accomplices and fake the scene!
Everyone around sighed.
When traveling the world, the most important thing is the word "righteousness". This group of people are truly unkind and unjust to the extreme!
Someone suddenly spoke up, "At this point in the case, as long as we find out the identity of this person who hasn't been poisoned yet, we'll definitely be able to find his accomplices!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the people echoed them.
The prefect Zhao Qisheng felt nervous.
this……
This is easy to say, but so difficult to do!
He quickly went through all the possibilities of finding the identity of this corpse in his mind -
Find an artist to draw his portrait, then post missing person notices all over the city. No way. If this person hadn't turned to bones thirty years ago, I could have painted his likeness, but now... it's impossible.
Finding someone who remembers the deceased's appearance to paint from memory. This sounds feasible, but thirty years have passed... The old man with the clearest memory is dead, and the others are probably unreliable.
Prefect Zhao Qisheng suddenly felt sad.
"It's time, it's fate. God gave them a chance to redress their injustice, but then snuffed out the last spark of their grievance. How cruel!"
It's too late.
Thirty years is enough for all the people of the previous generation who knew these things to grow old and die.
How can I find someone like this?
Seeing that the prefect was still taking the paper from his hand, Ling Suye spoke again. His voice was a little louder than before, but it only highlighted his state of qi and blood deficiency, making him look even weaker.
"Master Zhao, these two pieces of paper were found by me from a tomb. I cannot see, so I don't know what is written on them. But since they were hidden in the tomb, they must be very important. Please take a look at them, Master."
Prefect Zhao Qisheng took the paper from Ling Suye with his hands almost trembling.
He regretted his incompetence thirty years ago. His fingertips trembled violently and it took him several breaths to unfold it.
The light of the torch flickered. The governor first saw the face on the paper that was cut in half by a knife. He was so scared that he took a big step back as if he had seen an evil ghost.
It was the old doctor who had been serving him that supported him and prevented the prefect from making a fool of himself.
This face is painted so vividly that there is no painter as good as this in the whole Chuzhou.
When the prefect Zhao Qisheng looked at the painting, he felt as if he was dragged back to thirty years ago and was facing the corpse.
——Just now I was worried about not having a portrait, but this one is ready-made!
He quickly unfolded it to look at the second portrait.
Zhao Qisheng thought he was looking at another dead person's face, but the result was far beyond his expectations. The figure in this painting was almost the same as the first one.
The reason why I said 'almost' is because this portrait does not have a knife wound across the entire cheek, but instead there is a three-inch knife scar from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows.
However, because the first portrait had a wound running across the entire face, people had no idea that it was the same person.
Only by carefully comparing these two portraits together can we confirm that they are actually the same person!
When the old doctor beside the prefect saw the portrait, he was stunned and his eyes narrowed immediately.
He seemed to have searched for a long time in his memories of more than fifty years before he could finally recall a tiny bit of fragmented memories.
"Zhang Ergou...from Baihua Village?" The doctor's voice was exactly the same as the one in the demon realm at that time.
The echo among the crowd has a shocking effect.
Before the crowd could make a noise, the doctor had already seen the signature under the portrait in the second chapter and read out: "Zhang Ergou of Baihua Village was a robber in the City God Temple tragedy thirty years ago. He was mistakenly thought to be a member of the escort agency and was buried here. His tomb is the seventh in the row.
There were two knife wounds on his skull, one between his eyebrows and one across his face. The one between his eyebrows was caused by his aggressive behavior, while the one across his face was intended to cover up the one between his eyebrows. For this reason, his accomplices took their anger out on Sun Shanxing, the head escort of the Yong'an Escort Agency, by slashing his face, causing the skull injury.
Furthermore, Zhang Ergou's fatal chest wound was caused by a machete used by Sun Shanxing's chief escort. Later, the robbers, seeing him dying, hacked into the same wound, disguising it as an injury sustained by the robbers. Two closely spaced knife wounds on his ribs serve as evidence.
Using Zhang Ergou as a clue, we can capture the remaining four fugitives."
Almost as the doctor finished reading the last word "crime", the originally gloomy, dark and strange demon realm suddenly shook violently.
Even a blind man like Ling Suye could clearly feel that the demon realm was shaking.
It wasn't the kind of shaking that comes from a fierce battle, but rather the uncontrollable and violent expansion and contraction of the heart as if a person was stimulated by something.
The next moment, everyone felt a white flash before their eyes, as if the sun was rising beside them. The light was so dazzling that people even felt like they were blind.
This was also the first time Gu Xuanyou had seen such a scene, but he relied on his high level of cultivation to see clearly what was contained in the dazzling light. Suddenly, a pair of cold, blood-red hands with a hint of sweetness covered his eyes.
"Don't look at it, you will go blind." Ling Suye's voice was so weak that the words were a little unclear.
Gu Xuanyou's heart skipped a beat and he muttered two words, but they were whispered and no one could hear them.
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At the same time, the people hiding in the dark saw that the situation was not good and immediately wanted to rush into the demon realm - they wanted to pour the blood of forty-eight "Mr. Shi" into the evil-suppressing stone to create blood jade!
Even though the quality of this 'blood jade' created through human intervention would not be so pure, they had already planned to this point and could not fail!
But all they could see at this moment was a sea of white. They could not see anything and could only rush forward like headless flies.
Ling Suye noticed these little movements, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
Great, you're hooked.
He immediately released his hand that was covering Gu Xuanyou's eyelids and quickly changed clothes with Gu Xuanyou.
Gu Xuanyou, wearing bloodstained clothes and with his hair loose, listened to Ling Suye's instructions and knew he had to leave, and leave immediately, but leaving his master here alone to face this group of people...
He closed his eyes, hardened his heart, and ran out lightly before Ling Suye gave the order again.
Ling Suye - Ling Suye, who was wearing ordinary coarse cloth clothes, did not look weak at all at this moment.
He had prepared some tonic pills that could quickly restore qi and blood in the inn earlier, and asked Gu Xuanyou to take them with him and eat them while changing clothes. He also used Xiao Ye Jin to neutralize the qi and blood that was constantly emanating from his body.
At this moment, he had his long hair pinned up and was holding a sword in his arms, but his face was painted a lot black, and only his high nose bridge and slightly downcast eyes could still make people aware of his original graceful demeanor.
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"Sir, please forgive my ignorance, but may I ask why the Demon Realm has undergone such a transformation? I have never seen such a change before."
Behind the prefect Zhao Qisheng's carriage, there was another carriage that looked very inconspicuous from the outside. Only through the slightly swaying curtains could one get a glimpse of its magnificent interior.
The golden nanmu low table, the carved ornaments and the incense burner with exquisite patterns...any one of them is something that the working people cannot earn in their entire lives.
At this moment, a man with slightly gray hair was sitting there, carefully selecting incense.
A man in black was kneeling beside him, asking politely.
The man spoke, and it was the voice in Ling Suye's nightmare.
"This is the first time I've seen such a situation. However, there's a record of it in an ancient book, a secret of the Ling family. This is the most advanced method for breaking through the demon realm. The Ling family has given it a name: 'Sentimental Demon.' The meaning is that these demons inherently harbor resentment, but the one who breaks through can transform their resentment, allowing them to leave the mortal world with a clean conscience. Hence, the name 'Sentimental Demon.' Those charlatans who only know how to catch demons have quite the literary touch when it comes to naming."
They spoke in a very low voice, and Ling Suye should not be able to hear it, but for some reason, he felt as if the voices of these people were condensed into strands and transmitted into his ears.
The man selected the incense, carefully lit it, and continued, "We all know that the demon realm is divided into four levels according to its danger: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. Each level is further divided into three grades: high, medium, and low. This demon realm is originally a high-grade Xuan level, and only a powerful demon hunter can break it. An ordinary person who enters there has no chance of survival."
The man in black spoke with a guilty tone, "I was inconsiderate. I thought all sixty people would die in this, and twelve pieces of top-grade blood jade would be created. But unexpectedly, Ling Wuming..."
The man raised his hand to stop him. "Don't mention the surname 'Ling' in front of me. He has transcended the demon realm and will soon receive a piece of the most beautiful spiritual jade in the world. That's his reward from the demon. Then kill him and take the jade back."
The man's voice gradually grew colder. "There must be no mistakes in this matter, or you will be beheaded."
"Yes! I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
About half a cup of tea later, Ling Suye felt that the demon realm was slowly and slowly dissipating.
With a creak, the gate of the City God Temple opened without any wind, revealing a large number of "Mr. Shi" sleeping in a mess in the outer courtyard.
The servants outside were so frightened when they saw this scene that they hurried to see if their master was in trouble.
"He is breathing, he is breathing. My husband is just sleeping." A boy cried with joy.
Ling Suye also followed the crowd in and calmly buried the spiritual jade in his arms that appeared when the demon realm began to disappear.
——That is a spiritual jade that is more precious than blood jade and has rich spiritual energy.
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