Chapter 76 The cat accidentally hurt someone
Bai Qingchen's face suddenly changed. He squeezed the horse's belly hard, jumped off the horse and rushed to the temple gate.
The temple door was ajar, and the smell of blood was coming out from inside. He kicked open the dilapidated temple door, and the scene before him made his pupils tremble violently.
In the small space of the dilapidated temple, several figures were lying in a mess, with a pool of dark red blood under them.
In the center of the temple, a ragged and disheveled man was being pinned to the ground by a masked man in black. The dagger in the black man's hand was stabbing the man's heart.
"Stop!" Bai Qingchen shouted, drew his sword and rushed forward.
The masked man obviously didn't expect someone to suddenly break in. He paused and looked up suddenly.
When he saw Bai Qingchen rushing in and Mo Li following closely behind, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.
He acted decisively, pulled out the dagger, and rushed back like a ghost, breaking through a loose hole in the temple wall and instantly disappearing into the bushes behind the temple.
"Chase!"
Bai Qingchen shouted to Mo Li urgently, and then rushed to the side of the fallen person.
Mo Li didn't hesitate at all. His figure flashed and he followed the masked man out of the hole he had broken.
Bai Qingchen squatted down and quickly checked the person on the ground.
He was a gaunt, skinny man, his face covered in dirt and deep wrinkles, making it almost impossible to tell what he looked like.
Blood was gushing out of the wound on his chest, staining his tattered clothes red. His breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, and his pupils had begun to dilate.
Bai Qingchen immediately took out a life-saving pill from his storage bag, pried open the man's mouth and stuffed it in, then quickly pressed the acupoints around the wound, trying to delay the loss of life.
The beggar's cloudy and distracted eyes moved with difficulty, as if he was trying to see the person in front of him clearly.
When his gaze finally focused on the half of Bai Qingchen's face exposed under his hat, a glimmer of light barely appeared in his dead eyes.
The skinny hand raised up and grabbed Bai Qingchen's wrist tightly.
"Su... Escort Master Su..." The old man made a hoarse sound from his throat and uttered a few unclear syllables in a broken manner.
Bai Qingchen was shocked, and he immediately understood that the person in front of him was Zhou Xiong he was looking for!
He tightly grasped Zhou Xiong's skinny, cold hand, his voice trembling with anxiety: "Zhou Xiong! Tell me, what happened back then? How did my parents, Bai Yize and Su Zhixu, die? What happened to the caravan?"
"Bai...Bai family..." Zhou Xiong's pupils contracted violently. The names of Bai Qingchen's parents seemed like a key, instantly opening the gate of his memory that had been sealed by fear for eleven years.
He looked at Bai Qingchen with his cloudy eyes, and clenched Bai Qingchen's hand tightly as if he had a last burst of energy, his nails almost digging into his flesh.
"Master Su... be careful... be careful of that man!" Zhou Xiong roared with his last bit of strength, his voice broken but filled with great fear.
"Who is it? Zhou Xiong, tell me clearly, who should we be careful of?" Bai Qingchen asked anxiously, his heart in his throat.
On his deathbed, Zhou Xiong's mind, which had been confused for eleven years, was now clearer than ever.
"The Bai family... the murderer..." He uttered a few words with great difficulty, each word seeming to exhaust his life, "...right hand...broken fingers..."
Before he finished speaking, his eyes, which had just ignited a little light, lost all their spirit, and the hand that was tightly grasping Bai Qingchen slid down weakly.
Zhou Xiong is dead.
The witness he had finally found, the only clue, breathed his last right in front of him, leaving behind only fragments of information about the Bai family, the murderer, and a severed right finger.
A bone-chilling chill instantly swept through Bai Qingchen's body, and was then replaced by overwhelming anger and hatred.
The Bai family, it really was the Bai family! The hatred that had been suppressed for eleven years erupted like ignited volcanic magma.
He stood up suddenly, his eyes red and his body trembling slightly with extreme anger.
The murderous intent surged around him like a substance. He had only one thought at this moment, to rush back to Anfeng City and kill the murderer!
At this moment, Mo Li's figure flashed in from the hole, his face a little solemn: "Brother, I fought with that man, he couldn't beat me, and finally committed suicide by taking poison."
He walked quickly to Bai Qingchen and spread out his palm. On his palm lay a black token half the size of his palm.
"This was found on him."
The token felt cold to the touch, with a sharp white character clearly engraved on the front.
"Bai! Family!" Bai Qingchen tightly grasped the cold token, his knuckles crackling due to the force, almost crushing the token.
Eleven years had passed! He had watched the truth unfold before his eyes, yet it had been abruptly cut short. He hated the blood feud for his parents, the dozens of lives lost in vain on the caravan. He hated his own incompetence! He hated the Bai family's brutality!
Anger and murderous intent were like an uncontrollable torrent, instantly destroying his remaining sanity.
At this moment, a warm body suddenly hugged him tightly from behind.
"elder brother!"
Mo Li's voice was filled with unprecedented anxiety and worry, and he desperately hugged Bai Qingchen's body, which was trembling violently with anger.
"Brother! Calm down!"
Bai Qingchen was furious and was like a lit powder keg. Anything that approached him would be blown to pieces. He felt someone trying to stop him, and without thinking, he subconsciously released the violent spiritual power in his body.
"Get out of here!" A roar accompanied by a powerful impact!
Mo Li was like a kite with a broken string, and was violently blown away by this uncontrollable force. His back hit the mottled earthen wall of the dilapidated temple heavily, making a dull thud.
He groaned, his body slid softly to the ground, his hat fell to the side, and his forehead was scratched by a protruding stone from the wall. Bright red blood instantly flowed down, staining his pale cheeks red.
The groan of pain was like a blast of ice water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in Bai Qingchen's heart.
He turned his head suddenly and saw Mo Li lying on the ground, bleeding from his forehead, his face pale, and curled up in pain.
The pair of eyes that always looked at him brightly were now filled with pain and worry.
Bai Qingchen felt as if struck by lightning, and all the strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant. He looked at his slightly trembling hands, then at the injured young man by the wall, and was instantly overwhelmed by a huge sense of helplessness.
What had he done? He actually, actually laid hands on a child who cared about him and tried to stop him...
Bai Qingchen stumbled forward, his voice filled with panic and self-blame, "Mo Li, how are you? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just... I just..."
He spoke incoherently, looking at the blood on Mo Li's forehead, his heart felt like it was being grabbed by a big hand, and it hurt so much that he couldn't breathe.
Bai Qingchen fell to the cold and dirty ground, holding his head tightly in his hands. He was like a lost child, his voice hoarse and broken, full of helplessness and confusion: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you, I shouldn't have hurt you..."
Mo Li's forehead was still bleeding. He struggled to stand up, without even looking at his wound. He threw himself to Bai Qingchen again, stretched out his arms and hugged the trembling Bai Qingchen tightly.
The boy's arms were not broad, but they were full of warmth.
"Brother, don't be afraid."
Mo Li's voice was very soft, yet it carried a soothing power as it sounded close to Bai Qingchen's ear.
"Mo Li will protect brother. Mo Li will always be by brother's side."
He tightened his arms a little, as if he wanted to transfer all his strength to the person on the verge of collapse in his arms.
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