Chapter 42: Rebirth
Ming Huazhang said that this was the scene he had restored as far as possible after making inquiries. Ming Huashang tentatively believed that it was so. She stood at the door and tried to see this eerie workshop full of puppets from the murderer's perspective.
The room was in a mess, with puppets, tools, and materials scattered on the floor. In the center of the chaos was an outline. Not long ago, a female corpse was lying here, but unfortunately, she disappeared just as strangely as the truth. Ming Huashang half-knelt at the edge of the outline, staring at the empty floor for a long time, and then slowly scanned the surroundings from this angle.
It looked like there had been a fierce fight here. A table was knocked over, and the semi-finished products on it were scattered everywhere. The puppet's head was buried among broken limbs, but it was still smiling ignorantly, which was very disgusting.
Ming Huashang stood up and looked at each puppet one by one, finally stopping in front of the wooden table where the paint was placed. She bent down and looked at the ground. Not far away, there was a regular white mark, which looked like something had been left there for a long time. Ming Huashang searched along the table and found similar marks in other corners.
It looked like the table had been bumped by something and had moved about an inch. The white marks were where the table legs had been pressing down.
Ming Huashang scanned the tabletop, where paint plates were placed side by side, densely packed with fifty or sixty kinds of paint, some of which Ming Huashang couldn't tell the difference. Many pens fell to the ground, and the nibs were all used.
Ming Huashang looked very slowly, sometimes staying in a corner for a long time. Jiang Ling was waiting at the door, feeling cold and scared, and couldn't help asking: "What is she doing? She's talking nonsense, it's scary."
"Don't say anything." Ming Huazhang stood at the door with his hands behind his back. Behind him, there were sparse shadows and swaying tree shadows, but he remained unmoved and his eyes were always fixed on Ming Huachang. "Let her see."
Jiang Ling was convinced. When Ming Huazhang said he wanted to see the scene, it turned out he really meant “see”.
Ming Huashang was so lost in thought that she had no idea how much time had passed. When she finally came out of her fantasy, she realized that a full hour had passed and the stars outside the window had risen much higher.
Ming Huazhang looked at her expression and asked, "How is it?"
Ming Huashang nodded calmly and said, "I have roughly drawn what the murderer looks like. But the premise is that this is the scene left by the murderer. I don't know which things you have moved and which traces are left by the Taoist priest. I can only try to eliminate interference, and you should not believe everything."
Ming Huazhang nodded: "Okay."
Jiang Ling was getting more and more confused, and asked in confusion: "What on earth are you doing?"
Before he could finish, Ren Yao elbowed him hard in the stomach. He bent down in pain, and Ren Yao rolled his eyes at him coldly: "You are the one who talks too much. If Hua Chang wants to talk, you just listen."
Ming Huashang didn't notice what was going on around her. Her eyes were calm and deep, as if she had become a different person. She walked slowly in the workshop, touching everything with familiarity and care. "The murderer is someone who is very familiar with the workshop and has a lot of feelings for it. It looks like there was a fight here, and everything was destroyed, but these carving knives and tools were not really damaged, and there were no bumps or smashes on the blades. be scattered all over the floor, but the fabric on them was just rolled up into a ball, not torn or cut. And the puppet parts happened to be separated as a whole, and these hinges should be the easiest to damage, but you see, every mechanism is intact, it looks like someone took them apart and gently put them on the ground."
Following Ming Huashang's instructions, Jiang Ling found that it was true. Jiang Ling frowned: "The murderer is a member of the Wei family. They are in their own workshop, so they will definitely show mercy. And Wei Baixuan is a woman. Maybe she is not as strong as the other party and was quickly subdued, so the damage was not great."
"More than that." Ming Huashang walked to the paint table and said, "This place is so close to the body, and the four legs of the table have been moved. I originally guessed that this table was affected during the murder. Maybe Wei Baixuan's legs kicked on the table legs and pushed the table away an inch."
"Yes." Jiang Ling pointed to the ground and said, "The pen has fallen like this, it must have been kicked."
Ming Huazhang frowned slightly. He looked at the location of the body and the table, and his face gradually darkened.
Ming Huashang continued, "The pens fell to the ground, so the vibration was strong. But look at the paint boxes above, each one has a lid on it, and none of them fell over. Sister Ren, what do you do when you clean the dressing table?"
Ren Yao said quietly, "I don't have a dressing table."
Ming Huashang choked and continued, "If it was rouge I had just bought, I would have the maids cover the rouge box when they were cleaning up the dressing table, and it would not spill. Of course, I usually don't need to tell them to do this, because most women can't stand having their rouge spilled. It's not about the money, it's just because it would be very troublesome to clean up afterwards."
Jiang Ling was stunned and asked, "So, what's the point of this?"
Ming Huashang rolled her eyes at Jiang Ling. She actually tried to teach Jiang Ling a lesson. How foolish she was. She may be very depressed and lonely. Before she committed the crime, she must have just experienced a major blow, so she wanted to take revenge on someone. She deliberately destroyed the workshop, but she couldn't bear to really hurt the puppets, so she just took them apart and scattered them, and didn't cause irreparable damage."
Jiang Ling was completely stunned. After a moment, he asked mysteriously, "Do you know the murderer?"
Ren Yao couldn't stand it any longer, so he pushed Jiang Ling away and said, "Get out of my way. I can understand the rest, but how did you guess her age?"
Ming Huashang sighed, "Because the scene has been destroyed so many times, I'm not sure which traces were left by the murderer, so I can only try to broaden the scope. The age limit should have been narrowed down a bit. The lower limit is fifteen because even a young girl wouldn't have the strength to push such a large table, and the upper limit is because people over forty have a reduced light perception, and it's hard to quickly distinguish such complex colors."
Jiang Ling was still in amazement: "Is this true? You can guess what the murderer looks like just by looking at these things? You are not making this up, are you?"
Ren Yao also frowned, hesitating: "Ming Huashang, is your description of the murderer true? If the wrong person is caught, it will delay another person's life. How can a woman have the strength to kill someone? Could it be that you are wrong?"
"No." Ming Huashang was very firm about this, "She must be a woman."
While Ren Yao and Jiang Ling were still hesitating, Ming Huazhang had already turned around and walked quickly towards the door. The Wei family servant who was knocked unconscious outside the door had woken up at some point and was struggling desperately. Ming Huazhang drew his sword with a clang, and the snow-white blade was across his neck. The servant dared not move for a moment.
Ming Huazhang said coldly: "I have no intention of killing anyone, but if you don't know what's good for you, I can guarantee that your head will fall to the ground before you even scream."
The servant nodded, not daring to doubt Ming Huazhang's words. Although he did not know much about weapons, he could feel that the knife was as cold as snow and sharp as snow, and it was easy to cut gold and jade. The coldness of the knife had penetrated into his blood vessels, and he did not want to test the blade at all.
Seeing that he was interested, Ming Huazhang released his mouth and asked, "Did you hear what was said? Do you know this kind of person?"
The servant was finally able to breathe smoothly. He opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and said tremblingly, "Isn't the woman described in there the Second... Second Lady?"
Jiang Ling and Ren Yao came over and were stunned when they heard the servant's words: "What?"
Wei Baixuan is clearly dead, how could she be the murderer?
She killed herself?
Ming Huashang followed at the end and was not surprised at all when she heard this: "Sure enough, it's just as I guessed. We have been trying to figure out who killed her for so long. What if no one killed her and she staged everything herself?"
Jiang Ling and Ren Yao were stunned, unable to react to this reversal for a long time. Ming Huazhang's face was very ugly. He knew the inside story of the custom-made puppets by the Wei family, and he also knew that Wei Baixuan was the real craftsman in charge. So when he heard that Wei Baixuan had died strangely and her body was still missing, his first reaction was that she had been silenced.
His preconceived ideas led him to make such a huge mistake.
He should have realized it long ago. If Wei Baixuan was really stabbed in the carotid artery, the blood should not flow out, but spurt out. However, people who saw the scene that day said that when they pushed the door open, they saw Wei Baixuan lying on the ground with blood still flowing from his neck.
The blood flowing was real, but the person lying on the ground was not a real person. It was a puppet made by Wei Baixuan!
Ming Huazhang's face was as cold as jade, his eyes were like ghostly fires on the snowy plains, and he said in a cold voice: "Come here, no need to hide, go and capture Wei Moyuan, Wei Zhuyan and Hua Nu."
The man in black took the order and left. In the blink of an eye, Ming Huashang, Jiang Ling, and Ren Yao were the only ones left, except for the Wei family servants tied to the ground. Jiang Ling looked at the empty night sky blankly and said, "Did I miss something? How did it come to this? What did these three do?"
Ming Huashang was very calm. She had done what she could do, and the rest depended on others. Ming Huashang moved her aching shoulders and said nonchalantly, "Let them tell me what they did. I really need to move more. I just squatted for a while and my back and waist are sore."
Ren Yao frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Wei Moyuan was the first person to see the body. Wei Zhuyan kept saying that he saw Wei Baixuan's ghost. The relationship between Hua Nu and Wei Baixuan is not clear, but he took good care of her. If Wei Baixuan is really not dead, then these three people must be lying. But why didn't they arrest Wei Yanqing? No matter what, Wei Yanqing is involved."
Ming Huashang smiled in an ambiguous way and said in a low voice: "Maybe it's because someone has already taken action against him."
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The night was deep, the locust tree outside the window rustled, and the reflection on the window paper looked like the claws of hundreds of ghosts, frantically trying to grab something. A dark figure was rummaging through the drawers and cabinets in the room, almost lifting up all the floor tiles to search, and finally, he touched a dark brick, pressed it hard, and a secret grid appeared in front of him.
He took out the wooden tube, opened it tremblingly, and saw a delicate and detailed drawing.
Even in the dark, his eyes could be seen lighting up, and his voice filled with joy: "I found it, I finally..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and then fell to the ground staggeringly.
Xie Jichuan jumped down from the beam, flexed his arms unhappily, and condescended to pick up the piece of paper from Wei Yanqing's hand: "Waste, it's been six days, and you finally found it. Tailing is really not a human thing. Jingzhan must have a grudge against me, why do you always assign this kind of thing to me?"
There was no way to light a lamp, so Xie Jichuan could only examine the drawing with the weak light. As a descendant of the Xie family, he was an expert in both calligraphy and painting, so he quickly recognized that this was an original work, not a copy.
Xie Jichuan put away the drawings. At this moment, the sound of cuckoo birds came from outside the window, three short and one long.
This was the code for Xuan Xiaowei to contact. Xie Jichuan opened the window, and the people outside no longer hid. Ming Huazhang came out and asked, "Where are the people?"
Xie Jichuan gestured to the back: "He has fainted."
"Where's the stuff?"
"Of course I got it." Xie Jichuan said with a half-smile, "Four days later, no, three days later is the ceremony to confer the title of Crown Prince. Even if you can hold your temper, I dare not delay any longer."
"It's good that you got it." Ming Huazhang said, "But it doesn't matter whether you have the blueprint or not. The puppeteer is still alive. I came here to remind you to finish it. Fortunately, you were quick and got it."
Xie Jichuan raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"
Ming Huazhang sighed, "This time it was my mistake. I had a preconceived notion that Wei Baixuan had been silenced. In fact, the murder was staged by her. We were deceived by her for so long."
Xie Jichuan raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't quite believe it, but it seemed like there was only one possibility: "Did your sister find out?"
Ming Huazhang nodded and admitted it without hesitation. Xie Jichuan was surprised again. He turned around and looked at the shadow lying on the ground and asked, "What should we do with this person? Should we keep him?"
They didn't know that Wei Baixuan was still alive, so they could only keep Wei Yanqing and try to get the puppet drawings from him. Now that Xie Jichuan knows that he is still alive, the drawings and this fraud are of no use.
Ming Huazhang said, "Keep it for now and take it to the workshop. I have something else to ask him."
Wei Moyuan was still sleeping when he was suddenly covered with a handkerchief over his mouth. Before he could figure out what was going on, he was dragged out of the quilt and taken out of the house.
His mouth was blocked, and he couldn't see the person behind him at all. He could only feel that the other person was wearing black clothes and had no intention of talking. The first thought in his mind was that it was over, he was going to be silenced.
The master's greed brought them fatal disaster.
Wei Moyuan walked in the night wind with all hope lost. He felt calm when the time came. He just regretted that he could not see Zhu Yan and wondered if she could escape.
Just as he was thinking, Wei Moyuan was pushed into a door, and when he looked up, he saw the person he had been thinking about for a long time. At this time, Wei Moyuan's mouth was released, and as soon as he regained his freedom, he immediately rushed towards Wei Zhuyan.
"Junior sister!"
When Wei Zhuyan saw him, he couldn't help crying out loud: "Senior Brother..."
The two brothers and sisters hugged each other and cried bitterly. Ming Huazhang didn't have the patience to wait for them to finish crying. He held the scabbard in one hand, knocked the ground, and said, "That's enough. If you confess honestly, you will have a chance to be together in the future. But if you don't know how to raise your head, you might as well cry the remaining tears in the underworld."
Wei Moyuan plucked up the courage to look up, and saw many men in black standing around him like ghosts. They wore half masks on their faces, and their expressions were cold and numb, just like ghosts.
The black-clothed man standing in front of Wei Moyuan was exceptionally tall, with half of his chin exposed, as cold as jade, and his lips thin and beautiful, making people curious about what the upper half of his face looked like. He looked handsome, but when he lowered his eyes, he was like a lone wolf on the snowfield, a silver owl on the glacier, and the pressure of death was pressing down like a mountain.
The man didn't say a word, but Wei Moyuan immediately determined that he was the leader of this group.
Wei Moyuan stiffened his neck and said, "Who are you? How dare you break into a private house? Aren't you afraid of being investigated by the government?"
Ming Huazhang just laughed softly at this: "Don't you know what you did? How dare you bring it up with the government?"
Wei Moyuan choked, but still managed to say, "Everyone has their own responsibility. My junior sister never asks about business matters. If you have any questions, come to me. Let her go."
"Okay, then I'll tell you something you all know." Ming Huazhang held a horizontal sword in his hand and slowly paced in front of Wei Moyuan and Wei Zhuyan. When he turned behind them, he suddenly said, "Wei Baixuan is still alive."
He clearly noticed that Wei Moyuan and Wei Zhuyan both shuddered, and Ming Huazhang knew that he had guessed correctly.
He was so stupid that he made such an obvious mistake and needed Ming Huashang to correct him.
Ming Huazhang continued, "That day you came to deliver food to Wei Baixuan. After forcing the door open, others saw Wei Baixuan lying on the ground and dared not approach, but you went forward to check. You naturally saw that it was a puppet that was almost lifelike, but you did not make it public. Instead, you decided to cooperate with her and claim that she was dead."
Wei Moyuan's body was completely frozen. Ming Huazhang walked behind Wei Zhuyan, and Wei Zhuyan's back tensed up, as if she could feel the coolness of the horizontal sword climbing along her neck.
"As for you, you were even worse. The puppets of the Wei family started running around, and rumors spread that the puppets were haunting ghosts. It may be true that a puppet holding a knife appeared at the head of your bed. It may be a coincidence, but you have been able to see ghosts since then. You repeatedly acted out a big drama in front of everyone, saying that you saw the ghost of Wei Baixuan. Who would suspect a woman who had a grudge against Wei Baixuan? Everyone believed your lies."
Wei Zhuyan's body trembled slightly, and at this time, Ming Huazhang finally walked in front of her. Wei Zhuyan seemed to have lost control of her body, and her head hung stiffly. All she could see was a piece of black clothes with owl patterns and clean leather boots.
"I'm curious, why?"
Wei Zhuyan bit his lip and refused to speak. Ming Huazhang sighed and said, "I gave you a chance."
He slowly drew his sword, the blade flashed like snow, and the whole room seemed to be illuminated. He drew his sword slowly, but the sword swung unexpectedly, and the cold blade like snow flakes chopped directly at Wei Zhuyan's slender neck.
The incident happened without warning, and everyone was taken aback. Suddenly, two screams were heard from inside and outside the room: "No."
One voice was from Wei Moyuan, the other voice was...
Ming Huashang, who was hiding behind the crowd, turned around and looked outside.
A woman who looked like a wolf appeared at the door. Her face was just ordinary, and only her eyes were bright, which was a little bright. At this moment, she fell to the ground, and even her eyes were dim.
Ming Huazhang put away his knife without any surprise. Although he asked a question, his tone was very sure: "Wei Baixuan?"
Everything was as Ming Huazhang had expected. He drew his sword slowly to give Wei Baixuan time to struggle, and he swung it out suddenly at the last moment to stimulate her when she felt the most guilty, so that her emotions would overwhelm her reason and her impulse would overwhelm her self-preservation, and she would run out and surrender.
The house of the Wei family is so big and surrounded by trees, it would be too troublesome to search the house without attracting the attention of the Jinwu. It would be best to let her come out on her own initiative.
Ming Huazhang sheathed his sword, the precious sword shone with a cold edge, and made a clear sound as it was sheathed. Ming Huazhang said, "You are really not dead. Wei Baixuan, you are suspected of a serious crime, what else do you have to say?"
Wei Zhuyan was finally defeated and cried out, "Since you have already escaped, why do you want to come back?"
Wei Baixuan didn't seem to appreciate it: "You are just pretending to be nice and putting on an act."
"I almost forgot about you." Ming Huazhang walked slowly to the seat of honor, lifted his coat and sat down, and said calmly, "If it is understandable that Wei Baixuan fled because she was afraid of the crime, then why did you help her do evil?"
Wei Zhuyan burst into tears and said, "I hope she gets what she wants."
This reason undoubtedly stunned everyone. Ren Yao leaned against the door, folded his arms and looked forward. Jiang Ling was getting more and more confused and quietly asked Ming Huashang: "What does she mean?"
Ming Huashang sighed secretly. When they first heard about this bizarre puppet haunting case, they all assumed it was malicious and listed many possible scenarios. They only missed one: what if the human heart is kind?
Wei Moyuan concealed the condition of the corpse not because he wanted to stop the thief; Wei Zhuyan saw a ghost in broad daylight not because he felt guilty; Hua Nu's whereabouts were strange not because he was attracted by her beauty.
It was just the purest kindness of human hearts. She had suffered enough, and they all wanted her to get what she wanted.
The moment Wei Moyuan saw the puppet, he guessed that Wei Baixuan wanted to fake his death, but he did not expose her because he also felt sorry for this ill-fated junior sister - the daughter of his former uncle. If the adults had not had those dirty thoughts, they would have been childhood sweethearts.
Wei Moyuan sent all the servants behind him away, fearing that someone would discover the body. But before he could figure out what to do, the body disappeared.
In fact, this is very easy to achieve. Normal people will panic and run away instinctively when they see a dead person. Wei Baixuan only needs to hide in the workshop. After the people outside are scared by the corpses and run away, she will dismantle the puppet into pieces and throw them into the pile of puppets. She will then "disappear" without anyone noticing.
After all, the best way to hide a leaf is to place it in the forest. Who else would dare to look closely at this dark and strange pile of puppets except her, the maker?
Later, Wei Baixuan took advantage of the chaos and ran out of the workshop. The Wei family was full of trees and empty houses, so it was not difficult to find a hiding place. She used her knowledge of the Wei family and the puppets to place puppets in various places to create the illusion that the puppets were alive.
The main target of her revenge, Wei Zhuyan, seemed particularly easy to scare. Not long after, Wei Zhuyan became mentally ill.
, and said crazily that he saw a ghost.
In fact, it was not that Wei Baixuan's scare tactics were so clever, but that the people in the play were unwilling to expose it. Although Wei Moyuan did not tell Wei Zhuyan the truth, it was not difficult for Wei Zhuyan to guess the truth by looking at the clues in the mansion.
If she reported this to her master now, she would be able to get rid of her love rival Wei Baixuan forever.
But Wei Zhuyan didn't.
Wei Zhuyan burst into tears, covering her face and said, "My master and senior brother didn't tell me, but I could actually feel it. My master's attitude towards her was very strange, and she often had some inexplicable bruises on her body. When she put the puppet in my room, I actually woke up. At that time, I was terrified and wondered if she wanted to stab me, but she just put the knife into the puppet's hand and pointed the puppet's face at me. What exactly did she do wrong? Her greatest evil intention was just to scare me. So I thought, if this is her wish, to let 'Wei Baixuan' die and leave the master's control alive, I am willing to let her do as she wishes."
Ren Yao's face was moved, his nose felt sore, and he quietly looked away. Jiang Ling thought of many strange and dark possibilities, but he never thought that the real reason was so simple.
Ming Huashang looked at this scene and sighed secretly.
Wei Baixuan was completely stunned. No wonder she thought things were going so smoothly. She used puppets to confuse the real with the real without anyone noticing. She pretended to be a ghost in the house without anyone noticing.
Wei Moyuan was unwilling to give in at first, but he couldn't hold on any longer and burst into tears, "Second Junior Sister, I'm sorry for you. I knew clearly that you were the daughter of my uncle, but I didn't dare to say it, and I didn't dare to resist my master. My master asked me to marry you, and I didn't dare to refuse because I felt guilty about you. I'm also sorry for Zhu Yan."
After hearing this, Wei Zhuyan burst into tears and cried with Wei Moyuan. Wei Baixuan was lying on the ground, paralyzed.
"Who am I?"
"My master used to sing in a puppet show troupe. You are the daughter of his senior brother. Your surname is Wu and your nickname is Sui Sui. You were not lost by accident. It was because my master's voice was poisoned and he was resentful. He ordered a human trafficker to kidnap you."
Wei Baixuan opened his mouth slightly, wanting to curse but having no position to do so, and wanting to cry but no sound coming out.
No wonder she felt that her master had an unspeakable malice towards her, no wonder her master wanted to humiliate her even though he clearly didn't like her. It turned out that the bad consequences were already destined.
She thought about how she had been a slave and worked like a horse for many years, and she thought she was born to be a lowly person. But it turns out that she also has a family?
Wei Baixuan finally burst into tears and screamed in pain: "Why! Why do you do this to me!"
All she could hear was Wei Baixuan's painful questioning. Ming Huashang turned her eyes away, unable to bear to look any longer.
The slave who had been locked outside the house finally removed the cloth gag. He was already in tears and stumbled over to me: "Sui Sui, I'm sorry. It's your father who is sorry for you!"
The crying in the house stopped for a while. Wei Baixuan looked at Hua Nu in shock. Even Wei Moyuan looked incredulous: "Master, you..."
In his impression, his uncle Wu Kong was a famous handsome man, who was three times more handsome than his master. His uncle always thought highly of himself, so when he was surpassed by his master, he was so unwilling to accept it.
He even became possessed by a demon and put drugs in Wei Yanqing's tea, poisoning Wei Yanqing's throat.
Wei Yanqing was knocked down at the peak of his career and was kicked out of the troupe before he could even recover. He had no place to stay in the cold winter. Wei Yanqing hated Wu Kong and came up with a vicious plan to kidnap Wu Kong's daughter.
If time could be turned back, the root of all the tragedy was that Wu Kong indulged in the evil of jealousy and handed a bowl of poisoned tea to his junior fellow apprentice.
Later, he suffered his own retribution. He lost his daughter, and the troupe was scattered. While chasing Renyazi, he fell down the hillside and was scratched on the face by a sharp stone. After the wound healed, a centipede-like scar was left on his face, and he no longer had the beautiful appearance he once had.
After hearing what Wu Kong said, Wei Moyuan looked carefully at his facial features and indeed recognized a familiar shadow. He was shocked: "Master, how did you become like this?"
It is said that seeing is believing, but in fact, eyes are the most deceiving. When Wu Kong wore decent clothes, everyone would pay attention to his appearance; but when he had a face full of scars and dressed shabby, no one would look at his face, let alone recognize his facial features.
It was really ridiculous that a person who had a deep connection with Wei Yanqing had been his slave for a long time. They saw each other every day, but no one noticed.
Wu Kong knelt on the ground, holding his head tightly, and said, "All the mistakes are my fault. If I hadn't had evil intentions in the beginning and hadn't hurt anyone, we would still be performing puppet shows in Taiyuan. The troupe might be very popular or it might be very unpopular, but at least our family is reunited, my junior brother doesn't have to suffer the pain of wandering around, and you and Sui Sui can grow up in peace. This is retribution, this is all my retribution, I deserve not to be reborn!"
Wei Baixuan stared at Wu Kong, shocked and speechless.
She had always disliked this old, ugly servant, and when she realized that he might have feelings for her, she was so disgusted that she almost vomited her overnight meal.
When she saw him, Wei Baixuan would think of herself. Did she also have the same hateful expression when she coveted her senior brother?
But she needed someone to cover up for her after faking her death, so she still endured the discomfort and went to Hua Nu. Surprisingly, Hua Nu did not take the opportunity to ask for something more disgusting. He just brought her food, watched her eat from a distance, and then cleaned up the dishes and left, seemingly without any further intentions.
Wei Baixuan couldn't figure it out, but this was a good thing after all. She had never expected, no, she had never thought about it at all, that he was actually her father.
The hall was dark, with shadows of trees looming, and the wind blowing through it was like the sound of ghosts crying. In the silence, an elegant and casual voice broke the stagnation: "What a touching story. It's a pity that I have to disturb him, he's awake."
Everyone looked up and noticed a huge screen on the west wall with a shadow swaying behind it. However, this place was always in darkness and everyone was staring at Wei Baixuan and the others, so no one noticed.
Xie Jichuan walked out dragging a dark shadow. He casually threw the opponent to the ground, and with the tip of his knife, he cut the rope below.
Wei Yanqing's hands were freed, and he immediately pulled the cloth out of his mouth, pointed at Wu Kong and angrily shouted, "Wu Kong, you dare to come to see me! I will kill you!"
Wei Yanqing rushed forward and pinched Wu Kong's neck. Wu Kong had been running around for many years and his body was exhausted. He was caught off guard by Wei Yanqing.
Wu Kong was strangled by the neck, and Wei Yanqing used his weight advantage to press down, and soon Wu Kong began to roll his eyes.
Wei Baixuan was still struggling with whether the man in front of her was her father. If so, should she acknowledge him? She hadn't figured out the answer yet, but the moment Wu Kong was strangled, her body automatically responded.
Wei Baixuan rushed over, all his old and new hatreds erupted at the same time, and he grabbed and hit Wei Yanqing: "Let go!"
Wei Moyuan and Wei Zhuyan were both shocked. They looked on anxiously, unsure who to help.
Wei Yanqing was ultimately no match for the strength of the two men and was pushed away by Wei Baixuan. He seemed to be out of breath when he was thrown to the side, but he did not expect that while Wei Baixuan was looking at Wu Kong, he suddenly threw something out of his sleeve.
The thing hit the ground with a loud bang and immediately emitted white smoke. Ming Huazhang's face suddenly changed and he shouted, "Be careful, it's poisonous. Back off and cover your mouth and nose."
Ming Huashang was originally standing at the door. The moment the accident happened, Ren Yao acted quickly. He grabbed Ming Huashang with one hand and Jiang Ling with the other and dragged them both out of the house.
Ming Huashang covered her nose and was bitten by the night wind. She coughed and said, "Oh no, Wei Yanqing is trying to escape!"
After the white smoke cleared, Ren Yao was the first to run back into the house, but the only people left on the ground were Wu Kong and his daughter, Wei Moyuan and Wei Zhuyan, who were also staggering and coughing. Wei Yanqing was nowhere to be seen.
Ren Yao looked extremely upset. He had been busy all night, but in the end, he ran away?
Ming Huazhang remained calm and ordered coldly: "Chase."
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