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. The puppets seemed to 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. Ming Huashang came to the conclusion directly: "So, I guess the murderer is a woman, between fifteen and forty years old, with flexible fingers and used to doing woodworking, so she should be quite strong. She may not look unkempt, but she must have cherished and understood puppets very much, and could skillfully disassemble the mortise and tenon joints of puppets. 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."

任遙凝眉想了好一會，說：“隗墨緣是第一個看到屍體的人，隗朱硯口口聲聲說自己看到了隗白宣的鬼魂，花奴和隗白宣的關系尚不清晰，但他非常照顧她。如果隗白宣真的沒死，那這三人就一定在撒謊。可是，為什麽不抓隗嚴清？無論如何，隗嚴清都脫不了幹系。”

明華裳意味不明地笑笑，低不可聞道：“可能是因為，已經有人對他動手了吧。”

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夜色深沉，窗外槐樹嘩嘩作響，映在窗紙上宛如百鬼抻爪，瘋狂地想抓住什麽。一個黑影在房內翻箱倒櫃，幾乎把地磚都掀起來搜一遍了，終于，他摸到一塊暗磚，重重一壓，一個密格出現在他面前。

他拿出裏面的木筒，哆哆嗦嗦打開，看到一張細膩詳盡的圖紙。

哪怕是黑夜都能看到他的眼睛亮起來，聲音欣喜如狂：“我找到了，我終于……”

他沒說完，只覺得後頸一痛，随即歪歪扭扭栽倒在地。

謝濟川從房梁上跳下來，沒好氣地活動手臂，屈尊纡貴從隗嚴清手裏撿起那張紙：“廢物，六天了，你終于找到了。盯梢真不是人幹的事，景瞻果然和我有仇吧，為什麽這種事永遠分給我。”

沒法點燈，謝濟川只能借着微弱的光線檢查圖紙。他出身謝氏，書畫雙絕，很快就辨認出這是原跡，并非臨摹。

謝濟川将圖紙收起，這時，窗外傳來子規的聲音，三短一長。

這是玄枭衛聯絡的暗號，謝濟川推開窗，外面的人見狀也不再隐藏。明華章走出來，問：“人呢？”

謝濟川示意後面：“已經暈了。”

“東西呢？”

“當然到手了。”謝濟川似笑非笑道，“四日後，不對，三日後就是太子冊封大典，就算你沉得住氣，我也不敢再耽誤了。”

“你拿到了就好。”明華章說，“不過，有沒有圖紙都不重要了，做木偶的人還活着。我過來是想提醒你收尾，幸好你快一步，已經拿到了。”

謝濟川挑眉：“什麽情況？”

明華章輕嘆：“這次是我的失誤，我先入為主，以為隗白宣已經被滅口了。其實兇殺案只是她自導自演，我們竟然被她騙了這麽久。”

謝濟川意外地擡眉，他不太相信，但似乎只有那一種可能：“你妹妹他們查出來的？”

明華章點頭，毫不避諱地承認了。謝濟川再一次出乎意料，他回頭看向那團倒在地上的陰影，問：“這個人怎麽辦，留嗎？”

他們先前不知隗白宣還活着，只能留着隗嚴清，試圖從他手中拿到木偶圖紙。現在謝濟川得知本人還在，那圖紙以及這個欺世盜名之徒，都沒什麽利用價值了。

明華章說：“先留着，帶去工坊，還有些話要問他。”

隗墨緣還在睡覺，猛不防被一塊帕子捂住嘴，還沒搞清情況就被拖出被窩，押向屋外。

他嘴被堵着，完全看不到身後人的樣貌體型，只能感覺對方穿了一身黑衣，完全沒有說話的意思。他心裏第一個念頭就是完了，他要被滅口了。

師父的貪心，還是給他們惹來了殺身之禍。

隗墨緣萬念俱灰走在夜風中，事到臨頭只覺得平靜，只是遺憾見不到朱硯，不知她能否逃過一劫。

正想着，隗墨緣被推入一道門中，一擡頭便見到了他千思萬想的人。這時候隗墨緣的嘴被放開了，他一恢複自由，立刻往隗朱硯那邊撲去。

“師妹！”

隗朱硯看到他，也忍不住哭出聲：“師兄……”

師兄妹兩人抱頭痛哭，明華章沒耐心等他們哭完，他單手握着刀鞘，敲了敲地面，說：“夠了。如果你們好好坦白，日後還有相守的機會，但如果不識擡舉，那剩下的淚不妨去黃泉路哭。”

隗墨緣壯着膽子擡頭，看到周圍鬼影一樣站着許多黑衣人，他們臉戴半邊面具，神情冷漠麻木，宛如幽靈。

而站在隗墨緣面前的玄衣男子身材格外高挑，他露出的半截下巴清冷如玉，嘴唇纖薄優美，讓人忍不住好奇他上半張臉長什麽樣子。他長相看着俊秀，但垂眸時，像雪原上的孤狼，冰川上的銀枭，死亡的威壓如山一般壓下來。

這個男子一言未發，但隗墨緣立刻篤定，他是這夥人的首領。

隗墨緣梗着脖子道：“你們是誰，竟敢私闖民宅？就不怕官府追究嗎？”

明華章對此只是輕輕笑了聲：“你們做了什麽，自己不清楚嗎，竟然還敢提官府？”

隗墨緣噎住，還是強撐着說道：“一人做事一人當，我師妹從不過問生意上的事，你們有什麽沖我來，放了她。”

“好，那我就說一件你們都知道的事。”明華章手中握着橫刀，緩慢在隗墨緣、隗朱硯面前踱步，轉到他們背面時，他猛不丁說，“隗白宣還活着。”

他清晰地注意到隗墨緣、隗朱硯都瑟縮了一下，明華章便知道自己猜對了。

他實在愚蠢，竟然犯了這麽顯淺的錯誤，還需要明華裳來指正。

明華章繼續說：“那天你來給隗白宣送飯，強行破門後，其他人看到隗白宣躺在地上都不敢靠近，唯獨你上前查看。你自然看出了那是具幾乎可以以假亂真的木偶，但你沒有聲張，而是決定配合她，聲稱她死了。”

隗墨緣身體已經完全僵住。明華章走到隗朱硯身後，隗朱硯脊背緊繃起來，仿佛都感覺到橫刀的涼意順着她脖頸攀爬。

“至于你就更拙劣了。隗家的木偶開始亂跑，私底下傳出木偶鬧鬼的風聲，有一個木偶握着刀出現在你床頭可能是事實，可能是巧合，但你從此之後便能看到鬼了。你屢次當着衆人的面演一出大戲，說你看到了隗白宣的魂魄。誰會懷疑一個和隗白宣有情仇的女子呢？所有人都相信了你的謊言。”

隗朱硯身體細微顫抖起來，而這時，明華章終于走到她面前。隗朱硯仿佛已經失去了對身體的控制，僵直地垂着頭，視線裏只能看到一截玄黑繡鸱枭紋的衣擺，和幹淨的皁皮靴。

“我很好奇，為什麽？”

隗朱硯咬着唇，并不肯說。明華章嘆了一聲，說：“我給過你機會的。”

他緩緩抽刀，刀光如雪，整間屋子似乎都被映亮了。他抽刀緩慢，揮刀卻猝不及防，雪片般的寒刃徑直朝隗朱硯纖頸砍去。

變故毫無預兆，衆人都吃了一驚，室內外猛然傳來兩道尖叫：“不要。”

一聲是隗墨緣，另一聲……

躲在人群後的明華裳回身，朝外看去。

一個形容狼狽的女子出現在門口，她面容僅稱得上普通，全身上下只有眼睛還算明亮，稍稍加分。此刻她跌坐到地上，連那雙眼睛也黯淡了。

明華章毫不意外地收刀，雖是提問，但語氣十分肯定：“隗白宣？”

一切都在明華章預料之中，他抽刀緩慢，就是為了留出時間讓隗白宣掙紮，而最後猛地出刀，則是趁她愧疚心最強的時候刺激她，讓她情感壓過理智，沖動壓過自保，跑出來自首。

隗家宅子這麽大，周邊又全是樹，想在不引起執金吾注意的情況下搜家太麻煩了。最好能讓她主動走出來。

明華章歸刀入鞘，寶刀寒鋒凜凜，歸鞘發出清越的吟聲。明華章道：“你果真沒死。隗白宣，你涉嫌重罪，還有什麽話可說？”

隗朱硯心理終于被擊潰，嗚嗚哭出聲：“既然你已經逃出去了，何必還回來？”

隗白宣看起來并不領情：“要你假好心，裝模作樣。”

“差點忘了你。”明華章不緊不慢走到上座，掀衣坐好，從容道，“如果說隗白宣畏罪潛逃還有情可原，那你為什麽要助她為孽？”

隗朱硯眼眶流下兩行淚，泣不成聲說：“我希望她如願。”

這個理由無疑讓所有人都怔了怔。任遙靠在門上，抱着手臂看向前方，江陵越來越聽不懂了，悄悄問明華裳：“她什麽意思？”

明華裳暗暗嘆息。最初聽到這樁離奇的木偶鬧鬼案時，他們所有人都以惡意度人，羅列出許多種可能的情況。他們唯獨漏了一種，若人心是善的呢？

隗墨緣隐瞞屍體情況，不是為了賊喊捉賊；隗朱硯白日見鬼，不是因為做賊心虛；花奴行蹤詭異，也不是見色起意。

那只是人心最淳樸的善意。她已經過得夠苦了，他們都希望她如願。

隗墨緣看到木偶的那一瞬就猜到隗白宣想假死，可是他沒有拆穿，因為他也憐惜這個命運多舛的師妹——也就是他前師伯的女兒。若當年大人們沒有動那些龌龊心思，他們本該是青梅竹馬。

隗墨緣将身後的下人都打發走，就是怕人發現屍體的端倪。還沒等他想好怎麽做，屍體便失蹤了。

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. She hid in an empty house for ten days without anyone noticing. It turned out that they were not stupid, but they deliberately pretended to fall into the trap.

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."