Zhang Yuanqing and Xiaoyuan immediately stopped fighting. Xiaoyuan sat back in the high-back chair, put her long legs together, and turned her face sideways to him. Zhang Yuanqing also turned his face sideways to her.

Just like a couple who were angry after a quarrel.

Between "companions" and "justice", they failed to understand each other.

Kou Beiyue understood it very well. He knew Xiaoyuan's feelings for her companions. Xiaoyuan was Master Wuhen's most capable assistant, responsible for recruiting, reviewing, and recording.

Except for a small number of elders

Most of the people in the team were developed by Xiaoyuan, who observed and contacted them, and finally introduced them to Master Wuhen.

She is the receptionist of Wuhen Hotel and also the receptionist of the entire team.

In the past few years, Xiaoyuan watched her companions leave one by one. She said nothing and just watched coldly. But every time someone left, Kou Beiyue would see her sitting alone on the rooftop of the hotel for the whole night.

People like them are too lonely and need like-minded partners to support them.

Kou Beiyue could also understand Yuanshi Tianzun. He would always remember the night when he came out of the security captain's house, Yuanshi Tianzun suddenly said that he wanted to smoke, but he started coughing as soon as he took a puff.

It turns out he doesn't smoke.

After smoking, he went to the Tongque Tower, even though it was a dangerous place.

This matter actually has nothing to do with him.

"Xiao Yuan, you want to know about my past, right? I'm here just in time to tell you."

Uncle Zhang stared blankly at the ceiling. This old man, who was not good at speaking, thought for a long time and said in a hoarse voice:

"Have you heard about the murder case in Qinghe County, Yu Province?"

I've never heard of it, said Zhang Yuanqing, who never cares about the news.

Xiao Yuan frowned and thought for a few seconds, then said, "The one where there was only an eight-year-old child left in a family of seven?"

The old man looked at the ceiling and said in a vicissitudes of life voice: "I did it."

Xiao Yuan was not surprised, because people like them were almost all murdered. She just wanted to know the reason, so she asked, "Why?"

"We are an evil profession, with our hands stained with blood. We live in this world like wronged ghosts, demanding lives from the world. This is a sentence that I am ashamed to say as a father. It is so well said, I can't say it out loud."

Uncle Zhang smiled and began to recall his first half of life.

"I am an illiterate farmer who has no other skills except farming. My wife and I had four children. One died shortly after birth, one died of illness, and one was abducted by human traffickers. In the end, I was the only child left.

"In those days, everyone lived a hard life. We had to work in the fields day and night to get enough food. We had no time to take care of our children. Every family had children who died, so it was great to have a single child.

"I raised my son until he was 22 years old, and then I found him a wife. The next year, he had a big fat boy. The little grandson is so cute, and looks a lot like his father when he was young."

Zhang Yuanqing and Xiao Yuan listened to him chattering, and no one interrupted him, because when the old man talked about these past events, there was a light in his eyes, which dimmed his sad face.

“

When my grandson was six years old, the couple died in a car accident. They were hit and killed. I heard that the person who hit and killed them seemed to be drunk and abandoned the car and ran away on the spot. He staggered when he ran. I don't know if it's true or not.

"That man's family was quite powerful in the local area, with money and connections. During the lawsuit, his family obtained a mental illness certificate for him, and then he was fine.

"The lawyer told me that it is not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone. I am a farmer and I don't understand the law, nor do I know what this is." The old man laughed, a sad and helpless laugh:

"Oh, that's unreasonable."

"I refused to accept it. I said I couldn't win the case, so I went to Beijing to file a complaint. They brought people to beat me. Seven or eight people pinned me to the ridge of a field and pressed my face into the mud. It hurt so much that it hurt for most of my life. Later, people lingered near my home every day. They took away my ID card and wouldn't let me take the bus. They also threatened me, saying that if I didn't want my baby to get into an accident, I should stop causing trouble. Everyone told me to forget it, because the baby was still so young and someone had to take care of it. I thought about it and decided to forget it."

"The next year, my wife passed away. She was a shallow-eyed woman. She couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, so she jumped into the river."

His voice was calm, as if those old events could not shake his heart. However, under the light, his shiny dark face seemed to become more and more sad.

"But I can't leave. I still have a grandson to raise and I have to support him in school. He has lost his parents, so I can't lose his grandfather. Farming can't support his schooling, so I go out to do odd jobs during the slack season. Search on a browser: Essence Book Pavilion for the fastest update

I saved a little bit at a time, and by the time he was in high school, I had saved tens of thousands of dollars. Thinking that he would have a place to go to college, I did what I hadn’t done before.”

"During the Spring Festival that year, I bought a sharp knife, hid it in my waist, took a bus into the city, and killed the entire family of two generations. I couldn't bring myself to kill the little kid, so I thought about it and let it go."

"Afterwards I fled Qinghe County and hid outside for several years. I stole things and became a beggar. The only thing I couldn't let go of was my grandson. I wanted to wait until he graduated from college and got married, then I could see him one last time and then I would turn myself in."

"I didn't expect that I would become a spiritual realm traveler and meet Master Wuhen. After he knew my story, he invited me to practice with him, to forget the past, to start over, and to be a new person."

"But I was always thinking about my grandson. I wanted to see if he was doing well. I quietly returned to my hometown, Qinghe County, and found out that after the massacre, he was afraid of revenge from the relatives of that family, so he moved out of Qinghe County and no one knew where he was."

At this point, Uncle Zhang looked at Yuanshi Tianzun, his voice was vicissitudes and hoarse, but very gentle: "Yuanshi Tianzun, you are a good person. If I had met a good official like you back then, I might not have come to this point today. Beiyue is lucky, I envy him very much."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't say anything and listened with a blank expression. He didn't know what expression to use to deal with such praise, so he simply had no expression at all.

Uncle Zhang continued, "About half a month ago, I met him in Jinghai City. He also became a spiritual realm practitioner and joined the Five Elements Alliance. It's great that he has a regular position.

"After I made detailed inquiries, I found out that his situation was not very good and he had not been promoted. This kid was too honest and not cunning enough."

Zhang Yuanqing was shocked when he heard this.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the old man: "Your grandson is Wei Yuanzhou?!"

The old man nodded slowly: "His real name is Wei Yuanzhou, and my last name is not Zhang either, my last name is Wei."

Zhang Yuanqing was a little caught off guard and was stunned for a long time. He said, "Then why did you want to assassinate Baihu Wansui? Did Wei Yuanzhou know about this?"

"In this extraordinary killing copy, many people from the lawful camp were promoted to saints, but the positions of deacons are limited. Yuan Zhou has endured for so many years, and I can't let anyone affect his future. This is the last thing I can do for him. I want to compensate him. He doesn't know what I did. If he knew, he would definitely stop me."

Uncle Zhang tilted his head and looked at Xiaoyuan:

"I'm sorry. I've failed Master Wuhen and you all. I'm done."

Zhang Yuanqing stood by the window for a long time, and suddenly rubbed his face hard.

At that moment, he said to himself, forget it, since Baihu Wansui is still alive, he can choose to compensate him in an obscure way.

But when the words came to my lips, what came out was: "Thank you for telling me. According to the rules, I have to arrest you. Do you have anything else to say?"

The old man said in a hoarse voice: "Please give me one day. I still have some unfulfilled wishes. Tomorrow night, I will go back to Wuhen Hotel and go with you."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded: "Okay! I'll wait for you at Wuhen Hotel. I hope you'll keep your promise."

He turned to Madoka, "I will plead for him and get him life imprisonment!"

Xiaoyuan's expression showed no sign of sadness or joy, and she nodded slightly.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at her again, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he said nothing and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, Kou Beiyue leaned against the wall, lowered his head, and stood there silently.

His face was full of frustration.

Zhang Yuanqing wanted him to go get a room card, as he was going to stay next door, but seeing this, he didn't say anything.

His body turned into a ray of starlight and disappeared directly into the room.

The room was pitch black, but for the Night Walker, darkness was home.

He went into the bathroom, washed his face and brushed his teeth, then returned to the room and lay on the bed. After sending Guan Ya a text message to let her know he was safe, he stared blankly at the dark ceiling.

The story of Uncle Zhang kept replaying in my mind, as if I saw an old farmer who could no longer straighten his back, tilling the fields day after day, working year after year, and raising his grandson stubbornly with a pair of rough and cracked hands.

It was not until the family-massacre case that year that he was able to stand up again, but he had become a wanted criminal.

The words of the leader seemed to echo in my ears again: evil professions are the karma of human beings themselves.

He hated evil professions, but he also sympathized with them. He sympathized with the "ashamed father" who was unwilling to reconcile with the world, sympathized with Kou Beiyue who was wronged and humiliated, and also sympathized with Uncle Zhang who endured humiliation for his grandson.

He now knew what had driven an old farmer to such an evil profession.

But as Uncle Zhang said, none of this makes sense!

At dawn, in a quiet corner of Jinghai People's Hospital, Uncle Zhang, wearing a ragged coat and with shiny dark skin and wrinkles all over his face, said softly:

"Don't worry, Grandpa has taken care of everything.

Come down, just pretend you don’t know about this matter, it won’t affect your future.”

Opposite him was a young man dressed in formal attire, handsome, calm, and with a gentle temperament.

It was Wei Yuanzhou.

Wei Yuanzhou looked around and asked:

"I didn't expect that it would be Yuanshi Tianzun who came. What did you tell him?"

Uncle Zhang briefly recounted what had happened.

After listening to this, Wei Yuanzhou nodded slowly, remained silent for a moment, and asked:

"What if he can't protect you?"

Uncle Zhang shook his head: "That's Grandpa's fate. Grandpa has lived for so many years, he has had enough. So let it be."

His weather-beaten face showed a hint of tenderness:

"Xiao Zhou, Grandpa is already very satisfied to see you like this now. Grandpa has let you down and made you suffer over the years."

Wei Yuanzhou waved his hand and interrupted him, "I know, there are too many people here, you should go back first."

Uncle Zhang looked at him for a few times, as if he wanted to imprint his grandson's face in his mind, and then he turned around reluctantly. He hadn't taken a few steps when he suddenly heard Wei Yuanzhou's voice from behind:

"Grandpa, you didn't kill him on purpose, didn't you?"

Uncle Zhang stopped and remained silent.

Wei Yuanzhou said in a deep voice:

"If you don't kill him, how can I be a deacon? I've told you before that because of you, my family background rating has always been B-low. Unless I make great contributions, I can't compete with him.

"You've already hurt me once, why won't you help me?"

Uncle Zhang's old face was filled with bitterness, and he was at a loss. He said, "Xiao Zhou, Grandpa promised a friend that he would never kill unless it was to protect himself! Grandpa also wants to hold his head up high and live his life as a human being again."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly started coughing violently.

“Cough! Cough!”

There seemed to be thick phlegm stuck in his throat. He coughed until he was hoarse, his face turned red, his forehead was hot, and the breath he exhaled was full of burning heat.

He is sick, very sick.

"puff!"

A sharp blade pierced his heart from behind, and the tip of the blade pierced his chest. In his ears, he heard Wei Yuanzhou's gnashing teeth:

"Grandpa, if you go to Songhai Branch, I will definitely be exposed. You can't hide it from them. Instead of doing this, why not give me the credit? With your credit, I can be promoted to deacon. You also want me to be a deacon, right? Browser search: Essence Book Pavilion fastest update

A huge pain came over me, and I couldn't tell whether it was coming from inside my heart or outside.

There was a flash of pain, sorrow, and disappointment in Uncle Zhang's turbid eyes, but there was no surprise. In the end, all of them turned into relief.

His lips trembled slightly as he spoke his last words: "Alright."

This is the last thing grandpa can give you.

"Ring, ring, ring"

Hearing the familiar ringing of the telephone, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes abruptly, sat up in shock from his dying illness, and his heart stopped.

I took out the cell phone from under the pillow and looked at the caller ID. It was Guan Ya calling.

Didn't you say you'd be back tonight? Why are you calling me so early in the morning?

Yuan Qing complained in his heart, answered the phone, and said lazily: Sister Guan Ya, I don’t want you to disturb my erotic dream so early in the morning. You were so well behaved in my dream, shaking your butt towards me all the time. "

Guan Ya said unhappily, “Are you going to continue watching me shake my butt in your dreams, or are you going to follow us back to Songhai?

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned: "Didn't I tell you to wait in the hospital when we get back to Songhai? I will handle this case, you don't have to worry about it, just wait for the news."

Guan Yadao: You don’t have to deal with it because it has been dealt with. The attacker last night has been shot dead.

"What?!

Zhang Yuanqing was startled and all his sleepiness disappeared

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