Chapter 440: People from Western Chu are really good at lying

The chief's eyes were filled with regret and heartache. "Come to think of it, you have been in my Zhaoli Thirteenth Division for several hundred years!"

"You watched me build the Thirteen Divisions of Zhaoli from nothing to something."

"You've been through so many leaders."

The chief sighed and shook his head, "...I thought that after so many years, you had let go of all the grudges and were willing to live a good life."

"How is that possible?" Qin Nian gritted his teeth, "I will never let go of this hatred until I die."

Qin Nian clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands showed, "Jiao Yan is the person I love most in my life."

"A hundred years ago, the royal family of Western Chu murdered her. In order to prevent the true cause of her death from being revealed to the world, they didn't even leave a complete corpse. They were really good at killing the donkey after it had done its work. How cruel."

Qin Nian's tears kept falling as he spoke. He added, "I would rather be the one to be murdered and to be pulverized into ashes."

Hearing this, the chief sitting at the top had an odd look on his face and his eyes were evasive, but he lowered his head and just looked at the wine on the table without looking anywhere else, so naturally no one noticed his abnormality.

Qin Nian sneered. He was not good at drinking, so he suddenly impulsively picked up the wine bowl in front of him and drank it all.

Soon, he became drunk, his face turned red, his eyes were hazy, and he started stammering and talking nonsense.

But he stammered and said something, and no one could understand him.

“I, I…”

Finally, Qin Nian fainted on the table in front of him after saying "I" several times.

"Heh!" When the chief saw Qin Nian fainted, his expression suddenly changed. The friendly and respectful smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He also sneered a few times with disdain, as if he looked down on Qin Nian's cowardly look who got drunk as soon as he drank.

After a while, he glanced at the attendant beside him and said, "Send Master Qin back?"

"Make sure he is properly settled." You have to do the superficial work well.

"Yes, Chief."

Qin Nian was carried back to his residence by several people.

In the middle of the night, Qin Nian was sleeping and suddenly woke up, but he was only awake, he was still drunk.

He got out of bed without putting on his shoes, and stumbled forward. After walking for a long time, he came to a cenotaph, knelt down, and looked at the words on the tombstone with a long gaze. Then he took a few steps forward, lay down on the grave behind the tombstone and fell asleep.

It was a dark and windy night, and at first glance, I couldn't really see him.

Jiujiu, Nanyuan, Xiangfeng and Yunyi had been gathering information for the whole day and were very tired and hungry. Now, they were on their way back.

As Feng Yunyi walked forward, he touched his empty stomach and said, "I'm starving."

"I'm so hungry that my eyesight is blurry and my vision is not good anymore."

"Don't let me see all the ghosts passing by later."

Feng Yunyi was born rich and had never suffered such hardship, so he felt it was doubly hard!

But he was very good at finding joy in adversity. He joked: "I don't know what ghosts look like."

"Hahaha."

Feng Yunyi said this and laughed to his own amusement.

After hearing this laughter, Nan Yuanxiang kicked Feng Yunyi's butt without any courtesy and said angrily: "At this time, you can still laugh? You have a really big heart."

Feng Yunyi stopped smiling immediately and walked forward honestly. However, as he walked, he tripped over something and fell to the ground, and his hand touched something cold.

He groped around curiously and touched a few toes.

He... touched a person's foot.

"Ahhhh... where did the foot come from?"

"I met a ghost, I met a ghost..."

"horrible."

“I was scared to death.”

Feng Yunyi jumped up and ran forward, pulling Nan Yuanxiang and Jiujiu.

As he walked forward, he said, "There's a ghost, there's a ghost, run quickly."

Nan Yuanxiang was so frightened that her face turned pale and a chill ran down her spine. She murmured in a low voice, "Where is the ghost? Where is the ghost?"

Jiujiu doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world.

After Feng Yunyi stopped, she turned around and came to the place where Feng Yunyi shouted there was a ghost and started looking.

She saw a grave, but nothing else.

What feet, what ghosts, none of them.

In order to prevent himself from seeing it wrong, Jiujiu lit a stick of fire and looked around carefully, but still saw nothing.

"Feng Yunyi, calm down." Jiujiu looked at Feng Yunyi and said seriously, "There's nothing. You just saw it wrong."

After hearing this, Nan Yuanxiang angrily questioned: "Feng Yunyi, tell me, are you deliberately trying to scare me and Jiujiu? You bad guy, bad guy."

Feng Yunyi: "..."

He's not that bad!

It's late at night, there's no need.

"Yuanxiang, look at me, do I do this on purpose?" He was so scared that he was about to cry.

Jiujiu saw the words engraved on the tombstone clearly, and she said, "Little cousin, Feng Yunyi, stop arguing, come and take a look. Whose tomb is this?"

"Whose is it?"

"Buried here, we definitely don't know it."

"That's not necessarily true." Jiujiu said, "Take a closer look."

The two of them looked at it carefully, and they saw a vertical line of large characters written on the tombstone, "Tomb of the Saint Jiaoyan", and two lines of small characters on the side, which wrote the year when the Saint Jiaoyan was born and the year when she died.

After reading it, Nan Yuanxiang asked in confusion: "Why is there the tomb of the Holy Maiden Jiaoyan here?"

"Shouldn't the tomb of the Holy Maiden Jiao Yan be in Xi Chu?"

Jiujiu agreed, "Yes, it should be in Western Chu." After a pause, "I have also heard from the Imperial Grandmother that the tomb of the Holy Maiden Jiaoyan is in the center of Western Chu, which has the best feng shui. Moreover, the body was specially treated before death, which can ensure that it will not decay for a thousand years."

"I have never heard that the body of the Holy Maiden Jiaoyan was not buried but ended up in the Thirteen Tribes of Zhaoli."

Qin Nian, who had already walked far away, suddenly heard Jiujiu's words. He was still drunk and did not pay attention to the details. He only paid attention to the matter of the Mermaid Saint mentioned by Jiujiu.

He strongly disagreed.

He refuted in his mind with disdain: "When the Holy Maiden Jiaoyan died, she didn't even have a complete body. It was all dissolved by the corpse powder. How could her body not decay for a thousand years? And how could she have a good tomb in the center of the country?"

“Hehehe.”

"The people of Xichu are really good at lying!"

"Look, they have deceived the Thirteenth Division of Zhaoli and even tricked everyone here into believing it."

"Damn Xichu people."

"I hate the people of Xichu."

Qin Nian suddenly kicked the thing under his feet fiercely.

But there was only grass under his feet, so he couldn't kick hard. He came to the river, which was full of stones, and drunkenly kicked the stones under his feet, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow.

He fell down several times, and his feet were scratched by stones and were bleeding, but he seemed not to feel the pain. He got up and continued to vent his anger by kicking stones and cursing the people of Xichu.